“I sort of hope it’s a girl,” Lavender admitted, her hand still pressed against her belly. “I’d have even less idea of what to do with a boy.” Not that she would really be upset if it was a boy. Watching Seamus with their son would be just as wonderful. “Good,” she replied when he said he’d like to go with her. “Because I’m not going without you!”
Just being close to Seamus was a distraction all over again; Lavender could feel her breath shortening slightly and her stomach flipping and flopping as he pressed his lips to her forehead. And this had been part of the reason she’d left, in a way… being around him was so dangerous. Ven could easily remember what it was like to be in his arms, to feel his lips all over her skin. She wanted few things more right now than to kiss him and have his arms around her. It was almost automatic; the way she tilted her head to look up at him at his words, the way her lips parted just slightly, the way she murmured his name almost as a request, “Seamus…”
But no. She couldn’t anymore. And Merlin, she’d never felt quite so jealous of Dean before, though she was a good enough person to not push things. Breaking her gaze away from his, Lavender put a smile on her lips and joked, “So are you going to let me come in, or are you going to leave the poor pregnant woman standing out on your stoop with her luggage, in the middle of March?”