"Peaceful Discomfort"
By Little Spitfire
Disclaimer: The characters of the book series Harry Potter do not belong to me. I own nothing.
Warning: Slash; Mpreg
Harry could see exhaustion in every figure of Draco's body. His pale skin, even paler; his body laying limp against the cushions of the couch; faint shadows under his eyes. And yet he was still gorgeous.
Harry's eyes traveled to the swell of Draco's big belly. He moved closer and rest his hand over the precious mound.
Suddenly Draco's brow furrowed in his sleep and Harry felt a rather powerful kick delivered from the inside of the blonde's tummy.
"Please settle down." Draco muttered sleepily. "Daddy just wants to sleep."
To anyone else he would've sounded half asleep but this was Harry and Harry could hear the whimper in his words. He knew his lover had been having trouble sleeping lately due to the restless baby using his insides as a kickboxing ring, but he hadn't realized until tonight just how much it was wearing down on him.
He placed his other hand on the mound of tummy as well and began to caress the soft flesh. His hands trailed over skin in a soothing motion, moving to his sides, edging his fingers around to his lower back and massaging the achy muscles there.
Draco sighed contently and a small smile appeared in his face as the baby inside him settled, soothed by the hands rubbing his belly.
"Harry." He whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Com'ere." He shifted slightly, making room for Harry on the couch.
Harry smiled and moved to settle between the arm of the couch and Draco, who'd moved to lay on top of him, back to chest. Harry's hands came to rest on the curve of his stomache. Draco twined their fingers together and Harry dropped a kiss to his head.
"Sleep love. Tomorrow I'll make your favorite breakfast."
The corners of Draco's mouth twitched upwards. "Chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream?"
"Of course."
"I'll hold you to that."
Harry ran his fingers through silky blonde hair, grinning. Draco was sleeping peacefully within minutes.
Fin.