His Sunshine ↠ 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺

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Fights

Warning: Cheesy. Harsh.

"Harry, I want to wear a pink dress!", said Ginny. "But it doesn't look good on me."

"So don't, love.", he said.

"But I want to.", said Ginny.

"Do as you wish, hon.", said Harry.

Ginny was two months pregnant and her mood-swings were either 'I will die without you, love' or 'I will rescue Voldy to kill you, potter.'. There is nothing in between. Nothing.

Ginny's family or anyone, as the matter of fact, did not knew about it. They wanted to tell them, but not now.

Ginny had a bad day. She quit quidditch, she had no job and she cannot sit at home as Harry asked her to.

"You don't love me anymore. I am an unemployed, pregnant, ugly freak!", said Ginny.

"I love you beyond your imagination, love. And you are unemployed because you promised me to rest, you are perfectly capable of getting a job. You are pregnant with our child. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and sorry, but you are a freak. Just like me. That makes us perfect for each other. I love you, Ginny.", he said and kissed her head.

Let me quote Harry's thoughts, "Art. It is an art. Just pamper her, she loves you, even if she yells that don't, she does. Don't listen to her words, she wants to listen only good."

"I love you so much, Harry.", said Ginny and hugged him.

"Let's solve your problem?", he asked and she nodded.

"First question: do you have a pink dress?", he asked.

"Nope.", she said.

"Then shopping is not in option. Let's explore your closet?", asked Harry and she nodded.

After few minutes and Ginny's constant comments, they found the dress. Harry got slightly annoyed as she changed into four dresses and wore the dress she was originally wearing.

"All done?", he smiled at her.

"All done.", she returned the smile. "Just shoes."

Harry fought an urge to groan and walk out. "I'll help you, hon."

He helped her and it took nearly two hours to get her full list of clothing done.

"Gin, we are late.", he sounded annoyed.

"Just two minutes.", she said.

"What the hell are you doing? Its been two hours!", he yelled. Harry immediately regretted. "I didn't mean to yell."

She had tears in her eyes. He groaned. Ginny was not the one to cry, and its just her hormones, he knew that, but it was tough for him.

"You did!", she yelled back.

"No!", he yelled. She stated sobbing. Harry cursed himself and hugged her, she pushed him away and glared.

"I hate you.", she yelled.

"And you are giving me a new reason everyday to hate you back!", he yelled. Guilt filled in.

"I am leaving.", she said and ran back to room.

"Don't run!", he yelled back. "Not in this condition!"

"This is my child. My condition. My problem.", yelled Ginny.

"Your child?", he walked into the room, "YOUR CHILD? He is OUR child. MY and YOUR. OUR!"

She just kept crying and stuffed random things into a bag. She was walking towards the floo when Harry grabbed her hand.