Hermione and I were barely speaking. I rushed out of the house daily, and I returned really late at night. Everyone knew that I was avoiding her.
Every attempt of hers to get back into my good books was not working, as I made sure to foil every attempt. I was no longer interested in having anything with her, and the baby was the only thing between the two of us.
I had snuck in as usual and was about to settle in for bed when Hermione rushed into my room.
“Derrick!” She moaned weakly, and I could see that she was in great distress.
“Yes. What is wrong?” I replied, attempting to gauge how hurt she was before I gave any reaction.
“My waist has been hurting. I think I need to see the doctor.” She said and clasped her waist tighter in pain, she bit her lips together.
I had a very lo
