Title: Here Comes the Sun
Summary: He's touching me the way he did that morning, with a reverence I didn't deserve then but now couldn't be more fitting: this child we've made cradled within me and between us, flesh, blood, and bone spun from our deepest, most desperate desires.
Disclaimer #1: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Disclaimer #2: "Good Night" and "Here Comes the Sun" are the property of The Beatles. Or maybe Michael Jackson's estate. Or... somebody who's not me. Please not to be suing.
Epilogue compliant? No
Word Count: ~5,600
Notes: Happy holidays, songquake! Your prompt asking for late-pregnancy sex and a frustrated, up-the-duff wizard inspired me. I hope this story pleases you.
Endless love and gratitude to K. and E., without whom this fic never would have seen the light of day.
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