Hermione woke up tired. After rushing into the bathroom upon waking up and emptying her stomach, she brushed her teeth and decided to start getting ready for the day. Walking back into the room she noticed her husband was not in bed; thinking he must have left for work she brushed it off and proceeded into their closet to change out of her pajamas. The muggleborn witch changed clothes 5 times in a row; having gained weight in the past few months she was feeling very insecure about her body, and although she didn't voice her anxieties to her husband, he knew that she was struggling.
Every time he walked into the room when she was changing he noticed how she covered up instantly, he didn't say anything because he didn't want to upset her, but truth is he couldn't care less what she looked like. He was in love with her, and very soon they were going to be expanding their family, so he couldn't get any happier. That morning he woke up as soon as he felt his wife running out of bed and into the bathroom. He decided to make it up to her by making her pancakes with chocolate chips, her favorite craving, so he snuck into the kitchen and started to cook.
Meanwhile, Hermione was still changing into her sixth outfit, a loose dress that was comfortable and looked good on her petite body. Minutes later she was sitting at her vanity putting on her jewelry when she noticed her wedding ring didn't fit anymore. That was it. That was the cherry on top of her bad morning. Her wedding ring didn't fit anymore. Hermione broke down and started crying, she was feeling rather emotional for the past 5 months, and her insecurities were getting to her so this little incident made her break down.
Draco found his wife sitting in the vanity chair crying her eyes out. He worried instantly, thinking something had happened to… No, it couldn't be that. He knelt before her and gently pried her hands from her face looking into her eyes with concern.
"What happened?" he asked frantically, "Why are you crying?"
"My wedding ring doesn't fit." She sniffled.
He bit back a laugh, sighing with relief that nothing bad had happened. He gently grabbed her face, kissing her forehead softly. "And why is that?" he asked amused.
"Because I'm fat," she pouted.
"You're not fat, love" he chuckled, "you're pregnant." He kissed her nose, "with our first child."
She had stopped crying by now, just sniffling and looking at what her husband was doing, she watched him stand up and rummage through her necklaces until he found the one he gave her for her birthday, he then replaced the heart shaped charm with her wedding ring. She smiled at how thoughtful her husband was. He then clasped it around her neck and smiled at her. "Now you can wear the ring around your neck until it fits again."
"Thank you," she said in awe, "I love you."
"You're welcome," he kissed her softly, "I love you, too." He stood up and walked to the bedroom door before calling out to her. "By the way, I came here to tell you I made you pancakes, but found you crying instead."
She laughed and stood up to follow him. Maybe it wasn't so bad that her ring didn't fit. She was happy; she had an amazing husband and a baby on the way.