Scorose Pregnant

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning with no recollection of ever moving from my spot on the couch at the Burrow. I sat up and saw Scorpius asleep on the bean bag at the foot foot of my bed and smiled. 

As I got up to empty my stomach again, I tried to be quiet and not wake him. Let's just say that didn't happen. 

As I walked across the room, I stubbed my toe on a book that had fallen out of my bookcase. I yelped in pain and hopped around a minute. 

"Morning, my graceful Rosie." Scorpius sat up. 

Instead of responding, I quickly went into the bathroom and made it just in time to puke. 

In a moment, I felt Scorpius' warm hands holding my hair out of the way. My stomach lurched again. Has coffee always had such a strong smell? 

I took a few deep breaths. "Sink . . . ponytail holders." I waved my hand in that direction and Scorpius grabbed one and used it to put my hair up. 

Once I'm sure I'm done puking, I stand up and brush my teeth. As I spit out the toothpaste, I realize someone has changed me into my pajamas. 

"Scorp, did you change my clothes?" 

"Yeah. Um, I thought that dress you were wearing would be uncomfortable so I put you in your pajamas." 

"Thank you. I love you too." 

He wrapped me in a hug and kissed my forehead, which was easy for him considering he was taller than my dad. 

"Giant." I tilted my head up to look at him.

"Shortie." He teased. 

I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed. Then I laughed too. 

"Let's get breakfast. I'm starving." I grabbed his hand and started to pull him downstairs.