A/N: Lucius wakes up early in the morning and he's not sure why. I love writing loving!Malfoy and Lucissa fics. They are the sweetest, misunderstood couple ever. I don't know if you want to assume that Voldemort lives in this universe or not, so possible AU. RxR. FxF.

Submission for:

Pick a Card, Any Card Challenge: King of Diamonds: Write about the Malfoys.

Het vs Slash Competition: Lucius/Narcissa

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


It's early. I don't know why I've woken up this early but it's been happening more frequently. I stare about our quiet bedroom, at the dark curtains softly illuminated by the morning light peeking out from behind it. The sun is barely seen over the horizon, the blue of the sky melding softly into the yellows and oranges which threaten to take over. It's nice to wake up amidst the silence, with the only sound to be heard is my wife's soft breathing.

But it's still strange that I'm waking up this early. There is always a slight panic in that split second where my brain leaves the land of slumber and rejoins the realm of reality. I forget where I am for a moment, my heart races and my breath quickens. And then my eyes focus and I see my wife's pale black, her spine curving softly under her nightdress. The sight of her calms me and I remember where I am.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe there's some underlying fear that follows me into my dreams but then quickly hides when they realize I can see them. I search the room trying to find a source of inspiration for this early rising, but there is nothing there. Just me and her.

I lay back down, my hair splaying across my pillow, a contrast with the neat plait she always braids her hair in the night before. I pull her close to me and she moves slightly, a hitch in her breathing, before snuggling into my chest. I inhale her fresh scent, the vanilla soap she bathed with the night before, and place a soft kiss to her neck. My hands wrap around her waist, and I brush lightly over her swollen abdomen, the taut skin and the hard muscle underneath warm to the touch. It's been just 4 months now. That was when the early rising started. But before I can contemplate the implication of those thoughts, I fall asleep, wrapped up in her scent with my hand over the small foetus within her womb.