Disclaimer: Everything you recognize, I don’t own. The only things I own are Lex, Chris, their friends, and a certain someone we don’t know the gender of yet!

A/N: Sorry it’s been so long! My internet isn’t working on my computer, and so this chapter comes to you from my school library. Anyway, please enjoy, and remember to cast your vote on whether Lex and Chris’s baby should be a boy or a girl!

Lex was quite scared about what having a baby was doing to her. In the past week or so since she’d found out she was pregnant, she had all but gotten used to the morning sickness (okay not so much gotten used to but dreaded regularly), the mood swings, and being tired all the time, but nothing could prepare her for this.

“Lex, what are you doing?” Chris asked one afternoon as he approached her with a quizzical yet amused look in his eye. She was sitting in a large lounge chair in front of the fire, her legs tucked up underneath her and was moving something rapidly in her hands, making the ball of yarn at her feet twitch and jerk as though possessed by evil spirits. Lex didn’t even know how she came to have the knitting needles in the first place, nor how she actually knew how to use them to turn the soft white yarn at her feet into something that suspiciously resembled a baby bootee. “Are you knitting?” All through her childhood, she had teased her mother for her obsession, and had dreaded the long hours she had to follow her around the yarn shop. She had hid the sweaters and hats and scarves her mother had knit her under her bed in her adolescence, and for a year or two, hated anything that resembled the textured fabric. Yet here she was, expertly knitting and purling, increasing and decreasing, as if her hands had known how to do it all her life.

“No one’s more surprised than me,” she said, turning the piece over to begin work on what would become the top part of the bootee. “And please, don’t tell my mother. She’d never let me forget it.”

“I know,” he sat in the chair opposite her. “When are we going to tell them?” Them was their parents. Neither she nor Chris knew how to broach the subject. They knew that it would probably go over well with the matriarchal branch, it was just the fathers they were afraid of—Lex’s father in particular.

“I’m not sure,” she said, laying aside the bootee she had finished and casting on for another one. “Ever since Dad returned and we’ve gotten married he’s been slightly overprotective of me. I just don’t want to be married to a smear on the wall, that’s all.”

“And I don’t want to be that smear on the wall,” he smiled. “Why don’t we tell them after next week? That way we can bring the ultrasound pictures.” Lex and Chris had an appointment the following week to check in with the Healer Madame Pompfrey had recommended.

“Sounds good,” Lex gave a big yawn, and looked at the clock. She couldn’t stand being so tired lately. It was only six o’clock and yet her body was telling her it was way past midnight. “I can’t wait to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Me neither,” Chris said, leaning back in the chair and watching Lex’s hands fly across the stitches. “I’m placing my money on a girl.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I just have a gut feeling,”

“Just for the sake of argument, I’ll bet it’s a boy,” Lex cracked a smile at her husband and turned to start another row.

“You do that,” Chris smirked and put his hands behind his head. “But when Daddy’s little girl comes to join the Weasley family, I’ll be the one celebrating.”

“You do that. As for me, I don’t really care whether it’s a boy or a girl, so long as it’s healthy,”

“I still think it’s a girl,”

“Okay, Chris,” Lex laughed and finished knitting her baby bootee.

The next week found the two of them in the Healer’s office, with Chris calmly flipping through a parenting magazine, and Lex pacing. No matter what her mother said, Lex’s fear of healthcare professionals was not a figment of her imagination. She glanced nervously at the clock on the wall while biting her nails, wishing Chris would stop gasping at the facts in the parenting magazine every so often, look up at her and say “Love, did you know…?” She tapped her foot anxiously on the ground while watching the receptionist at the desk fill in forms and snap her gum. When she was just about ready to run out of the building and never come back, a deep voice called their names.

“Ah, you must be the Weasley’s,” Healer Michaels smiled warmly at them. Chris and Lex nodded, and the Healer motioned for the couple to follow him back to one of the examining rooms. The Healer patted the table, on which was a long roll of disposable paper. Lex did so, and sat nervously biting her nails while Healer Michaels reads over the chart that was sent from Hogwarts. He muttered to himself as he did so, saying “Good” and “Excellent” every thirty seconds or so. Finally, he put the chart on a small rolling table next the him and picked up his wand.

“All right then,” he said. “Let’s get started.” He did a few complicated movements with his wand that made Lex’s head spin until she had sense enough to look away. A luminescent blue light shot out of the wand’s tip and wrapped itself around Lex’s abdomen, before flowing like a graceful water snake back into the Healer’s wand and letting out a small squeak.

“Well, it seems like you’re about a month or so along,” the Healer smiled, ran a few more tests to see how the baby reacted to stimuli, how the heart rate was, and all of that. At then end of half an hour, Lex was getting sleepy and quite bored, though was glad to find that her phobia of medical professionals had all but disappeared, though her phobia had been replaced by plotting the best way to subtly get Chris to loosen his grip on her hand. In his excitement, he had forgotten his own strength, and she was sure in another minute that all the bones in her hand would crumble to dust if she didn’t do something.

“Let’s have a look at that baby!” the Healer announced suddenly, standing up from where he had been sitting on a wheeled stool and whipping the cover off of what appeared to be a computer from the dark ages.

“A Muggle device?” Chris asked, obviously confused.

“While magic can do many things, it has not been able as of yet to look properly at a developing infant. Surprising, I know. Thus, we break out this,” he patted the ultrasound machine like an old dog. “It gives us a pretty good idea of what’s going on in there.” Lex and Chris nodded, and the doctor proceeded to spread the goopy petroleum all over Lex’s stomach.

“And here we go,” he said after a few moments, putting on a new pair of gloves and picking up what seemed to be a television remote. Moving it over Lex’s abdomen, he started to mutter to himself again. But at least, Lex reasoned, it wasn’t anything bad he was muttering. It was all “Good” and “Excellent”. Lex and Chris were confused…all they saw was white fuzziness. What in the world was the Healer muttering at? It wasn’t until he pointed out a small blob down near the left-hand corner did Lex and Chris understand.

“Right there,” Healer Michaels pressed his finger to the blob that was almost smaller than his fingertip. “There is your baby.” The blob looked like an egg white, but Chris and Lex stared transfixed at the screen, with Chris once again clutching her hand, though not so hard. The Healer smiled and printed out pictures for the two to keep and show the family. Lex and Chris thanked him, got cleaned up (Lex found out that trying to take the gel off her stomach was like trying to wash Crisco from your hands) and left, eager to show Lola and Mike their pictures.

A/N: Okay, I know that sucked. But I’m kind of working through writer’s block, and next chapter or the chapter afterward they find out the sex, so I need to know what it is! Cast your vote now!