Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

Hormones

Emma's stage in her pregnancy was now at the point where mood swings were very common, and (Y/n) was struggling to deal with them. There were a few times where Emma had gone off on (Y/n) though. He knew she loved him and didn't mean any of it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

Currently Emma was just sitting on the couch reading her book and (Y/n) was watching TV next to her eating some popcorn. He had offered her some but she had refused. "Can you like move? And take the popcorn with you?" Emma blurred out, staring at him. "Uh, yeah sure." He muttered, sitting on the chair a few feet away and could still see the TV. "I can still smell your popcorn, and it's making me sick." She told him. "Oh. Is this like a hormone thing?" He asked, throwing out the popcorn. "I have no control over it." She shared, going back to her book. (Y/n) brushed off the conversation, assuming it was just her hormones messing with her.

The next encounter was when she had made herself an interesting lunch. And (Y/n) couldn't even stay in the room for too long without getting nauseous.

Emma had made herself pickles with tuna fish and chocolate sauce. And she was enjoying it too. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her food. "I have a child growing inside of my uterus, when have I been okay?" She snapped, going back to her food. She did have a point though, her pregnancy was very tough compared to others. She had experienced everything in a normal pregnancy, but hers was one hundred times worse. "Alright. Enjoy your lunch?" He told her, but it came off as more of a question. "I will." She muttered, going back to her food.

After an entire day of her being like that, (Y/n) was getting ready for bed. Emma was sitting in bed reading her book, the book resting on her growing stomach. (Y/n) got into bed, turning on his phone and browsing social media for a bit. Nobody had said anything, until Emma spoke up. "My feet are really killing me." She commented. "Why don't you take some medicine or something?" He offered, but she shook her head. "Do I look like a mother who wants to put drugs in my baby?" She told him, giving him a glare. "No you do not." He responded, not even glancing up. (Y/n) ended up giving Emma a foot massage to make her feel better.

"I was thinking we should name the baby (Y/n) Junior if it's a boy, and Emma Junior if it's a girl." (Y/n) suggested. "I'm not carrying this kid for nine months to have a Junior in his name. They're going to be their own person and make their own decisions and not have to live up to the expectations of us because of their name." She responded in a no nonsense tone. "Alright fine. Let's name then Rupert if it's a boy and rupina it's a girl." He tried, and she scoffed. "If it's a girl we are naming her Charlotte, and if its a boy we are naming him Michael." She told him, finalizing the names there and then. "Okay. Those are pretty good." He agreed.

All in all, Emma was not to be messed with at these times. "I'm sorry I'm such a bitch." She apologized, and (Y/n) gave her a hug. "You aren't one, this is normal. It's normal to have mood swings when you're pregnant. You haven't hurt my feelings, you're alright. Everything is okay, and you are doing a great job at providing a nice home for our child until they're ready to come out. You are doing amazing Em." He told her, kissing her head. She calmed down eventually and fell asleep, (Y/n) falling asleep as well, still holding her in his arms.

(I dont remember if I ever posted this before but enjoy!)