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"Harry," Hermione whispered, tear-tracks glistening down her face, "I'm really sorry but I think your Christmas gift is going to be a bit late." She took his hand and gently brought it to rest on her tummy. "Eight months late, to be precise."
Harry - her husband, her best friend, her soulmate - was left speechless. It was all he could do to wrap his arm around her, softly cupping her cheek as tears of his own flooded his emerald eyes.
It was the best gift that Harry had ever been given from the woman he loved more than anyone else in the world. A gift that would last them forever and beyond.