Pansy's Parchment II

Pansy and Ron arrived early at Neville’s the next day. Ron was frantic, constantly asking Pansy if she had felt anymore. She said she had felt a couple but at random times, but there wasn’t pain. She didn’t even have to breath through them.



Ron still wasn’t assured. He needed Neville’s word that things were alright. They were ushered in and Ron helped her onto the table. Neville came in a few moments later. “Alright Pansy, how are we doing?”



“She thinks she had a contraction.” Ron said.



“Just one?” He asked, reaching out and feeling along Pansy’s belly, after he measured her.



“A few, but nothing painful.” She said. “The first one I panicked at but it stopped soon enough. I wasn’t bothered by the others.”



“Even distance, or random times?” He asked, making notes.



“Random times.” She said.



“Your body is practicing.” He said.



“Practicing?” Ron asked him, helping Pansy sit up.



“For labor. Your uterus is practicing and getting ready for labor and birth. It’s false labor. Muggles call them Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s the bodies dress rehearsal.” Neville explained.



“Does that mean anything?” She asked.



“It means labor is just around the corner. But I could have told you that since your due date is about two weeks away.” He said. “Are you prepared for St. Mungo’s?”



“Yes, the bag is packed and the floo is ready.” Ron told him.



“What about you?” Neville asked Pansy.



“I suppose.” She said. “We practice breathing every night.”



“That’s good.” He told them. “Well, other then what we’ve already talked about, do you have anymore questions?” He asked.



Pansy and Ron had already asked him everything they could think of, now it was just a waiting game. “No, nothing else.” She said.



“Well, you know how to reach me if you have any questions, and remember, just relax and don’t panic.” He said. “You’re young and healthy and the hospital will notify me if you check in when I’m off duty.”



“Thank you Neville.” She told him, and let Ron help her off the table. They had a light dinner at a small café and went home. Pansy changed into a sundress and stared at herself in the mirror. She was fine from the front but when she turned sideways she looked like she was carrying a huge quaffle in her dress.



“You’re beautiful.” Ron said behind her.



“Am I?” She asked, with a sad face.



“Yes. You are. You are carrying a baby and it makes you even more attractive.” He said.



“How?” She asked lifting an eyebrow.



“Well for starters, these are bigger.” He cupped her breasts from behind, letting her see his hands holding her gently. “They are fuller and I can taste your pre-milk already.”



“Really?” She asked.



“Yes.” He said. “It’s really sweet. I can’t wait to taste your real milk when it comes in.” Pansy giggled. “Your ass is different too.” He let his hands drift down to give her a squeeze. “Your new curves are such a delight.”



“So that’s what you like, new curves?” She asked.



“No, that’s not all.” He circled his arm around her and caressed their child. “Sometimes I watch you when you run your hands over your belly, thinking about our baby.”



“You see that?” She asked.



“Yes. It give me a warm feeling to know that you think as much as I do about our little one. You look beautiful pregnant, and you will look beautiful breastfeeding too. I can’t wait to see that.” He said.



Pansy tilted her head and gave him a kiss. “You are such a wonderful man.” She turned in his arms and looked at him. “You are kind, and understanding.” She pulled him down for a kiss. “Gentle and loving.” She kissed him again. “Remarkable and considerate.” She kissed him again, parting her lips and giving him a flick of her tongue, which he returned. “Nurturing and supportive.” She opened her mouth over his and thrust more, to his delight, but confusion.



“Um, Pansy, love……” He started but she kissed him again, silencing him.



“Strong and accommodating.” Ron realized he was being pushed slightly. “Firm and toned.” She kissed him harder, groping his arms. “Hard and masculine.” The backs of his knees hit the bed and he fell back. Pansy crawled over him.



“Pansy, what are you doing?” He asked, as she attacked his belt.



“I’m fucking you.” She said and pulled his belt lost, opening his jeans. “I need it.”



“Let me help……” Pansy slapped his hands away when he tried to help with his jeans. The only thing he could do was lift his hips when she slid then down just enough to free him completely. She pulled up her dress and climbed over him, mounting quickly. Ron slid inside her completely. She was hot and soaking wet.



He reached out to hold her but she grabbed his wrists, planting them just above his head and put all her weight forward to hold him down. Ron could have easily displaced her but he was turned on but this animal she had become. She was wild and while she wasn’t bouncing up and down, she was rocking her body over his hard.



Pansy didn’t know why she was so randy, but she was and she was going to use her husband to get off. She moved faster and faster, moving them along the bed as she rode him. Her hips were moving on their own, grinding against him.



Ron was just watching her, since his body had reacted to hers, he really wasn’t as randy as she was. If she came and he didn’t, it would have made no difference to him, he could just wank off. But they way she was pinning him down, taking what she wanted, it was a sight that kept him hard for her. He could take the memory out and wank off to it later when she had what she wanted from him.



Pansy began crying out. Her hips moved harder and her grip on his wrists became a tight squeeze. Suddenly she thrust hard against him, and he felt a clamping down on his cock. She threw her head back and let out a high shriek.



Ron just smiled at her, then reached out when she let go of him, and guided her on her side facing him. She was glorious, laying there panting, as she looked at him. “Better?” He asked with a smile.



“Yes, but you didn’t…….” She stopped and inhaled.



“No, but I don’t need to. I was hard because you were so randy and just happy to see you cum like that.” He said, brushing her hair from her brow.



“You are so sweet.” She told him. “Do you want me to…….you’re not hard anymore.” She said.



“No. I wasn’t randy, but when you want it, I react. That was so damn sexy, seeing you want it like that and taking it.” He said, shifting to his side and looking at her.



“Really?” She asked, grinning at him.



“Oh yes, anytime you want that, just take it.” He told her.



“What if you aren’t hard? What if you aren’t able to get hard?” She asked.



“That’s not funny!” Ron said horrified. Pansy only giggled then watched his smile return. “Come on, we have shopping to do.”



They walked hand in hand in the market. Ron thought it was a good idea to have the kitchen cupboards and cooler fully stocked up incase she went into labor and they didn’t have time to shop when she came home.



Ron was buying things that he knew how to throw together with a wand. The last thing either of them needed was the task of preparing laborious meals. Easy and fast was the name of the game, but nutritious, because Pansy would be nursing and wanted to maintain her healthy diet. They could always go out for dinner if they wanted a change, or Ron could get take away.



They filled up the kitchen and relaxed. Pansy had bought several periodicals and was shuffling through them while Ron worked on his broom. He had taken a quick fifteen minute flight that earlier in the day, but made sure to stay near the house, in case she sent a signal with her wand. He had to keep his broom in functioning order but had to make sure he was around for Pansy.



“Love, put some of these in my bag please.” She asked him. He took the magazines and put them in her bag for St. Mungo’s, which was placed right by the floo. It also contained an outfit for Pansy to wear home, some of her toiletries, her brush and mirror, as well as clothing for the baby to travel home in. It also contained a baby book Pansy had bought, a camera and the magazines he had just added.



Neville could never predict how long mothers would be required to stay, so they were prepared for a few days at least. Ron was also ready to go where he needed to should she need something from anywhere.



The past two nights, Ron and Pansy had gotten into the habit of sleeping with a few of the lamps on a low light, and in a full set of clothes. Ron left his shoes untied and open next to the bed. They were charmed, so the moment he put his feet in them, they tied up in less then a second. Pansy wore one of her loose dresses, it was the only thing that was comfortable.



They settled into bed that night, as usual and Ron soon drifted off to sleep. He didn’t know when he had woken up but he yelled out as a chunk of hair was pulled sharply. “Ron!” His eyes shot open and he faced his wife. “My water broke.”



He threw the duvet off her legs and saw, plain as day the huge wet stain between her thighs. This was it.