Chapter 8
Harry had always thought the best thing that had ever happened to him was becoming an Auror. Or maybe surviving childhood trauma. Or possibly getting stranded on an island and realizing that Draco Malfoy was a spoiled, dramatic, *perfect* brat who needed to be taken care of.
But no.
The best thing that had ever happened to him was *pregnant Draco Malfoy*.
"*Harry,*" Draco whined from the couch, draped in silk robes like the *actual prince* he thought he was. "*I’m craving something sweet.*"
Harry, who had *just* sat down after a long day at work, sighed. "*You just ate a full meal, Draco.*"
Draco huffed, rubbing a hand over his slightly swollen belly. "*And? I’m growing *your* heir, Potter. The least you can do is get me some bloody treacle tart.*"
Harry *groaned*—not because he was annoyed, but because *Draco was right and he knew it.* Without a word, he stood up and started toward the kitchen.
Behind him, Draco *smirked.* "*That’s a good husband.*"
Harry grumbled under his breath but still brought the tart, cutting it into perfect little pieces and feeding Draco one just to see the way his lips curled in satisfaction.
Merlin, he was *so* screwed.
It wasn’t just the demands for food. It was the way Draco *glowed*—annoying, demanding, *gorgeous*. His hair had somehow gotten even *softer* (Harry ran his hands through it *constantly*). His skin was practically *radiant* (Harry couldn’t stop kissing him). And don’t even get him started on Draco’s little belly, which was the *most* dangerous thing Harry had ever encountered.
"*It’s unfair,*" Harry muttered one night as he rested his head against Draco’s stomach, rubbing soft circles over the bump. "*You’re already so bloody perfect. Now you’re pregnant and perfect?* That’s cheating.*"
Draco hummed, lazily running his fingers through Harry’s hair. "*It’s a gift, really. You’re welcome.*"
Harry sighed, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of Draco’s belly. "*The best thing that’s ever happened to me.*"
Draco arched a delicate brow. "*Obviously.*"
And Harry, *completely and utterly gone*, could only smile.