Thom had spent the morning in his office at QQS, working on the design of a new product, then had taken lunch at the club before dropping by Puddlemere's practice in the afternoon. He had planned to come home after that and be home for an hour or two before dinner, but Beauregard had shown up near the end of the practice in quite a state. Apparently, in the five hours or so that he'd been away from QQS, a crisis had arisen involving a foreign contract, and though Beauregard probably could have seen the matter through just fine on his own, new business relations were usually soothed by the presence of the owner in these sorts of matters. This was a new contract, so appearances mattered. He'd had Beauregard sent off a quick note home, telling Hannah he'd be late coming home, but he hadn't expected to have to work through dinner to resolve matters.
The cook had left a plate for him in the kitchen, and Thom ate quickly before heading up to his wife's room to apologize for being away so long. He tried not to spend the entire day away, particularly since he'd learned the news about her pregnancy, but between his social obligations, the Quidditch team, and his company, sometimes the obligations on his time just stacked up.
He found her already in her dressing gown (how late was it? he hadn't checked the time on his way in) and at the vanity in the room, letting her hair down. With a smile, he moved behind her and slid his hands around her waist, feeling the firm presence of her growing belly beneath the loose garment. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he smiled at her through the mirror. "You look perfect," he said, sincerely. Hannah may have felt self-conscious about the changes her body was going through, but Thom had always found pregnancy attractive in a woman. He couldn't explain it, because none of the features changed throughout the process were things he would have liked on their own. He'd never been one for large-waisted women, or even for big, swollen breasts--he preferred slimmer and more athletic builds, the kind that Hannah and Chastity both had--but there was something about seeing a woman he loved showing signs of being with child that flipped a switch in his brain.
"I'm sorry I was so late tonight," he said, planting a light kiss on her shoulder and then looking back at her in the mirror.
The cook had left a plate for him in the kitchen, and Thom ate quickly before heading up to his wife's room to apologize for being away so long. He tried not to spend the entire day away, particularly since he'd learned the news about her pregnancy, but between his social obligations, the Quidditch team, and his company, sometimes the obligations on his time just stacked up.
He found her already in her dressing gown (how late was it? he hadn't checked the time on his way in) and at the vanity in the room, letting her hair down. With a smile, he moved behind her and slid his hands around her waist, feeling the firm presence of her growing belly beneath the loose garment. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he smiled at her through the mirror. "You look perfect," he said, sincerely. Hannah may have felt self-conscious about the changes her body was going through, but Thom had always found pregnancy attractive in a woman. He couldn't explain it, because none of the features changed throughout the process were things he would have liked on their own. He'd never been one for large-waisted women, or even for big, swollen breasts--he preferred slimmer and more athletic builds, the kind that Hannah and Chastity both had--but there was something about seeing a woman he loved showing signs of being with child that flipped a switch in his brain.
"I'm sorry I was so late tonight," he said, planting a light kiss on her shoulder and then looking back at her in the mirror.
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