The Prince's Love

Chapter 25: Pregnancy Struggles

Story Note: There is going to be smut in this chapter at one point, so once again I will put (***SMUT START***) at the beginning of that part, and (***SMUT END***) at the end of that part. So if you want to skip reading that part, just look for those messages!

Time Skip: About 1 Month Later (The Last Week of May)

Melissa's POV

As I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and sweatpants, getting ready for the day, I sighed. My bump had grown just as it should, but it was sad to look at when I knew my son should be in there as well.

The funeral for our little Timothy was small but beautiful. He was buried alongside my mother, where they could rest peacefully together. Luckily my father was buried somewhere else, I honestly couldn't find it in myself to care where he was put.

I was pulled out of my memories by Sev walking in. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and gave me a soft, affectionate kiss. I smiled into the kiss, I loved seeing his soft side.

"How are my two beautiful girls doing this morning?" he asked lovingly, rubbing my bump with one hand while tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear with the other.

"Alright, I guess," I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

"That didn't sound very enthusiastic, my love. Care to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, his voice changing to a tone of concern.

"It's nothing, just a bit tired," I responded, a weak smile on my face. I could tell he didn't buy it, but he let the matter go for now.

"Who was at the door?" I asked him, remembering that's where he went in the first place.

"Mr. Creevey," Sev informed, starting to twirl some strands of my hair around his finger.

"Oh?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Yes. He came running in, apologized yet again for violating our privacy, and then begged me to take his camera," he explained, causing my eyebrows to knit together.

I looked at him quizzically and said, "It's really sweet that he keeps apologizing when we know it wasn't his idea, but why would he now want you to take his camera? He loves that thing. Would he really give you his most prized possession just to say he's sorry?"

"I have a theory that maybe Albus is trying to reappoint him to spy on us again. We both know how much Mr. Creevey doesn't want to do that, so maybe he thinks that if he doesn't have his camera Albus won't have a use for him?" Sev suggested.

I nodded as I listened to his words, but then asked, "Do you think that will actually work?"

He snorted and then answered, "Of course not, Albus could give him a new camera in seconds. So I handed him back his camera and told him that."

"You weren't rude to him, were you?" I asked Sev with a condescending glare.

***SMUT START***

Sev walked around me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and responded, "Of course I was. He interrupted my morning with you." Sev started trailing kisses down my neck, clearly to distract me from getting mad, but I tried to resist.

"Sev, he's a good kid, you can't keep-" I started, but moaned when he found the sweet spot on my neck.

"Are you mad?" he asked me, whispering into my ear.

I opened my mouth to answer, but at that moment Sev slid his hands under my bra and squeezed my breasts, causing me to let out another moan.

"Oh, mmm, how do your hands feel so good," I muttered as he continued his ministrations on me. His mouth had also begun to make hickeys on my neck, leading me into a wave of pleasure.