Sunday, June 3rd ~*~ Afternoon
Normally, Daphne wouldn't think of using her new station as the wife of the "Boy Who Lived to Defeat You-Know-Who Twice" to influence anyone into getting her something she wanted, but shouldn't really have. However, considering both their busy schedules and the fact that they weren't quite ready to let the entire Wizarding world know that there was a baby Potter on the way, Daphne hadn't a single twinge of guilt about asking her doctor if there was any way they could arrange a special appointment outside of normal office hours.
To Daph's delight, her doctor had understood about the Harry's notoriety, and had agreed to open the office on Sunday morning, just for them. She'd even had someone waiting to let them in through the backdoor.
It was all very cloak and dagger, but after what Daphne had learned about Bellatrix Lestrange and her own experiences with Croaker and the vampire, she didn't feel nearly as silly has she had expected.
There were some changes in her body, more than just feeling different, and the doctor reassured her that they were all normal for a pregnancy that was entering the second trimester.
Thirteen and a half weeks, and it still seemed unreal.
Until she heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. Daphne had gasped, and clutched Harry's hand all the harder as the sounds of their child filled the small examination room. Tears threatened to escape as she watched the doctor move her wand to another part of Daphne's belly, and the sounds grew even louder.
They answered all of the doctor's questions, and asked a few of their own, but always in the back of her mind was the sound of her baby. Alive and healthy.