Watching Hermione laying naked in their bed, the sun shining down on her bronze skin, Theo thought she looked like a Goddess. The scars were still visible despite the plastic surgery that had been attempted so far. Regardless of them, though, Theo was struck again by how beautiful she was. He ran a hand over her flat stomach and imagined how it would feel swollen with his baby. He wanted that, wanted Hermione to be completely and incontrovertibly his.