My Better Half

9 - Christmas Showers

A/N : Hey guys! Sorry for all the sexual content back to back. I'm trying to stagger it but that's proving really difficult. Hopefully, you enjoy it. Thank you.

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I hopped out of bed, eager for what the day had to bring. They were throwing me a baby shower today, despite the fact that it was also Christmas.

Ron slept at the Burrow, giving me all the space I needed on the bed.

I was at the point in my pregnancy where I had to start sleeping on my back. It was awful. It was so much easier because I had my entire bed to myself.

I slipped on some house shoes and made my way to the door.

The cold air from the corridor hit my legs abruptly, causing me to shiver. I pushed through and walked to the stairs.

I slowly descended them as I made my way to the living room.

I smelled breakfast as I practically waddled into the kitchen. I walked in as memories resurfaced in my mind.

Oliver was making eggs as he danced to the music he had playing. He looked up and saw me as his face broke into a huge smile.

"Hey, there she is. The women of the hour." Oliver exclaimed.

I gave him a huge smile in return as I walked towards him to give him a hug. As the smell of eggs hit my nose, I stopped dead in my tracks.

I felt the urge to vomit as I ran over to the trash can. I pulled my hair back as I hurled into the trash can, retching violently.

Just as I finished, I got up and felt the urge to start up again. I leaned back down and retched again, clutching the sides of the can tightly.

I leaned up once more and this time, I didn't need to vomit again. I looked up at Oliver and he looked back at me nervously.

"I'm sorry, that was vile." I said as I grabbed a napkin and wiped my mouth.

"No, it's fine. It's not your fault." Oliver said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I gotta go. One more whiff of those eggs and I'm back over the trash." I said as I held my nose.

I began to walk away and stopped when I hit the doorway.

"Oli?" I called out.

"Hm?" he asked, his attention still on the eggs.

"Can you tell Draco or Enzo to take out the trash?" I asked him.

"I don't think they're-" Oliver began but I cut him off.

"Unless you want to do it." I told him.

"No, no! I'll tell Draco you said to do it." Oliver called, his voice higher than usually.

I smiled to myself as I walked back to the stairs. I climbed them, holding my baby bump, praying that I made it to the top without falling.

I silently cheered as I reached the top stairs. I looked up and Luna and Hermione running to the bathroom together, naked. I squealed and slapped my hand over my eyes.

Then I clapped a hand on my stomach, as if my babies could see them.

"Put clothes on, you fucking wanks." I said with a scoff.

"Sorry, Elena. It won't happen again." Luna said in her lofty voice.

"You have five seconds to get the hell in the bathroom before I throw a spatula at you, pregnant or not!" I gradually raise my voice.