Chapter 17

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It was spring now, and Ginny was three months along in her pregnancy. Harry tried to help her as much as he could, but his help only went so far at times.

Ginny was looking in the mirror in the upstairs bathroom, and Harry was folding laundry in the bedroom nearby.

"Harry, I'm starting to show!" Ginny said, feeling her stomach.

"That's fantastic, Gin!" Harry replied, still folding laundry, but looked up and beamed.

A few minutes later, Ginny was laying on the bed while Harry continued working.

"I am starving, Harry," Ginny moaned. "What time is it?"

Harry looked down at his watch his mother-in-law got him a few years ago.

"Half past four," he said. "What would you like, my love?"

"Ice cream," she said.

"What's she magic word?" Harry said jokingly.

"Now," Ginny said seriously.

Harry now had to go to the store to get ice cream for Ginny. Twenty minutes later, he came back with a carton of ice cream.

"Here you are," Harry said after getting her a bowl and a spoon.

"I said I wanted toast! Weren't you listening?" Ginny complained, obviously in one of her mood swings.

"Okay, toast it is then." Harry sighed, and went to make some toast.

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