Title: Dirty Little Bugger Pairing: Snape/Lupin Rating: PG Disclaimer: Borrowed for entertainment purposes - dance, puppets, dance! Warnings: Mpreg, non-graphic Summary: Severus hasn't told anyone yet, not even the father.
Severus touched the flat of his belly. It was no longer concave, but could hardly be called distended. Not yet.
When he'd first conceived the plan to brew up the family neither of them had ever thought they'd have, Severus hadn't fully considered the toll pregnancy might take. He'd survived The Dark...Voldemort; swelling, stretched flesh hadn't seemed particularly daunting. Severus knew he wasn't particularly attractive, however, and imaging his abdomen unnaturally round and shiny with hardness on his thin skeleton made him feel even less so.
He sighed, letting his tunic drop. There would be time yet before anyone would notice, except maybe-
"I can smell you, you know. Smell her, too."
Remus stepped into the room as if he'd been waiting outside it a while. "It's lighter than your musk. Ozone dampened by the ocean." Severus didn't have time to react to Remus' discovery before Remus dropped to his knees at Severus' feet, lifting the tunic again so he could nose about Severus' navel, sniffing and making humming noises.
"Will you still want me when she -- She! -- has overwhelmed my body?"
"Our daughter will know she was born of love, inside and out."
The thought was awful, but Severus covered his pleased smirk with the back of his hand.