Your Baby is the Size of A...

11 Weeks - Your baby is the size of a lime.

"Really, Minerva," Severus growled lowly. His fingers clenched around the handle of his teaspoon, desperately focusing to keep the blush under control.

"Oh, come now. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I do not require an escort."

She tutted. "Albus thinks otherwise."

"Albus likes to meddle," he growled out, glaring down at the cooling cup of tea in front of him.

"Well if you could be bothered to come to the staff meetings more regularly, perhaps Albus wouldn't be as concerned about your health," she griped at him, hinting at Poppy often complaining about his slow downward spiral toward nothingness.

Although, Severus doubted Albus had come up with the idea on his own. Decidedly, Minerva was just as invested as Poppy, shooting him sly looks. He was sure the mediwitch had told the older professor all about the dear love growing in his guts. Just as sure as he was that Minerva then whispered in Albus's ear, wheedling him – reminding Dumbledore about the Herculean feats that Severus had accomplished for the good of the world and how much of a shame it would be if Severus were to die.

But still, he glowered at the Headmaster, who verily twinkled back at him – compassion and caring and mischief oozing from his eyes, from his smile.

"Severus, really – there's no point in fighting it. You know he'll have his way eventually."

Gritting his teeth, Severus gave a curt nod. "Shall we," he said drily, disdain seething in each word.

"Yes, let's."

Something sharp burned at the back of his skull – his skin prickled, all too aware of Lupin watching them leave the Great Hall together, seemingly desperate to follow but too polite to leave Hagrid to his own conversation.

"Minerva," Poppy exclaimed in surprise, clasping her hands together in front of her. "What a pleasant addition to Severus's visit!"

Severus snorted derisively as he went about undressing to the waist, carefully keeping his back to the two women – who spoke fervently to one another as though it had been years since their last meeting, rather than just earlier that day when they had surely shared a kiss before departure for the day. Finally, he laid down on the bed – eyes immediately drawn to the slight, but definitive, swell of his stomach. The pressure against his collarbone made him grit his teeth, so he was almost grateful when the women finally took stock of his situation.

"Aww," both women exclaimed at once, flocking to the bed – flanking him. He resisted the near undeniable urge to curl into a ball. Severus flinched as soft hands came at him from both sides, cupping the barely perceivable swell of his stomach.

A hand smoothed over his skin, following the slight bump – Poppy's he knew. "Lime, dear." Her expression soft and open in its wonderment as she looked up at him. "Your baby is the size of a lime."

"This is remarkable," Minerva breathed out, her touch gentle against his skin.

He snorted. "I'm hardly the first pregnancy you've seen," Severus scowled, batting at their hands – fed up with being pawed at.

"You're positively glowing," the elder professor told him, smiling cheekily. "So lovely, Severus." Her hands were back, petting softly at his belly, even as he glowered at her. Her hand slipped lovingly through his hair in an affectionate gesture as she sighed dreamily.

Severus gritted his teeth, scowling angrily. "If you're set on children, I'm sure Poppy would acquiesce," he bit out, earning him a choked out laugh from the pair.