Summary: "It's a gift you and Fenrir have been given, Harry. This child is a gift." Harry is pregnant with his mate's baby. Mpreg and slash. Beta-ed.

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mpreg and non-explicit slash. Alternative universe.

I don't own Harry Potter. I have never owned Harry Potter. There is an excellent chance that I will never own Harry Potter. Please do not sue. I also do not own the music I have placed at the beginning of each month. Their respective artists own these songs.

Thanks to my awesome beta reader, Aindel S. Druida.

This is only going to be centered around one month because February had a lot of things going on in it and the shorter the chapters, the quicker I can post them up. Also, please read the author's note at the bottom of the story.

Wolf Like Me

Part Three

February

Where has that old friend gone? Lost in a February song. Tell him it won't be long until he opens his eyes, opens his eyes. Where is that simple day before colors broke into shades and how did I ever fade into this life, into this life. And I never want to let you down. Forgive me if I slip away when all that I've known is lost and found. I promise you I'll come back to you one day. Morning is waking up and sometimes it's more than just enough. When all that you need to love is in front of your eyes, it's in front of your eyes.

-Josh Groban

The one thing that nobody likes to talk about are breasts. Well, it seems that way when you're in a relationship with another man. The breasts of women should not even be looked at when you're in an exclusive relationship. And that was what Fenrir thought, but decided that as long as they were Harry's it would be all right since he was a boy rather than a girl. It seemed that the more the pregnancy progressed, the bigger Harry's breasts got. And, honestly, that was just fine with Fenrir.

Fenrir also appreciated Harry's hips and waist far more now. It was round, like his face, and he loved to put an arm around him, his palm to his mate's stomach just to see if he could feel the life that was growing inside of Harry. It was magic, he swore that it was.

"Fenrir, get out of bed," Fenrir heard Harry's voice ring in his head. "Romulus is coming over today and I'd rather he not see you naked when he does."

The alpha smirked, not opening his eyes, "You don't want him to want me, Harry?"

Harry slapped him on his arm. "Fenrir, I'm serious. He'll be here in a couple minutes."

"Then get yourself dressed."

The boy gave an annoyed grunt. "I'm already dressed, come on!"

Fenrir sighed and opened his eyes, looking at his mate. He was dressed in green pants and a big white shirt. It was now a pain to shop for clothes for Harry. Because he was still constantly growing, Harry went through trousers and shirts quickly and the money supply that they had was shrinking. And now, Harry refused to go the little muggle town that was close to the forest because he was embarrassed by his current condition. Fenrir insisted that nobody would know that he was pregnant and Harry said that was exactly his point. They would look at him as if he was an extremely fat man and they'd never know the little miracle that he was carrying.

Pulling on a pair of boxers and pants, he stepped into the bathroom to comb his hair. Despite Harry's plead to cut it because of how long it took him to maintain it, he kept it long, loving the way it flowed when he ran. He purposefully didn't wear a shirt just so he could get a rise out of Harry.

Harry popped his head into the bathroom. "Are you ready now?"

"Yeah, is he here yet?'

Harry nodded, motioning for Fenrir to join him in the bedroom where Romulus was.

Romulus had seen Harry every month since he became five months pregnant. Harry and Fenrir both enjoyed the visits because they got to find out how the baby was and also dreaded them in fear that he could tell them that something was wrong with the baby. When Romulus had offered to tell them the gender of the baby, they refused. They wanted it to be a surprise, a wonderful surprise.

"Good morning, Fenrir," there was a faint smile on the beta wolf. "I see that you are finally awake."

Fenrir grunted, rubbing his cheek on Romulus's cheek. "It's good to see you as well, Romulus. I was wondering when you were going to show up. Have you been busy or something?"

There was a trace of irritation in Fenrir's voice, but he ignored it assuming that it was only because the alpha just woke up from his slumber.

"Not particularly, no. My pack has moved more north than usual and it took longer to get here. I do apologize though, Fenrir and Harry."

Harry nodded in understanding. "That's just fine, Romulus. Honestly. We understand, don't we Fenrir?"

Fenrir glared at Harry. He was about to say that no, indeed, he didn't understand especially when their baby's life could be at stake, but it was silenced when Harry lightly stepped on his foot in warning.

He falsely smiled as he answered, bitterness clear in his voice, "Of course we do."

Harry rolled his eyes, motioning for Romulus to come closer to him. Romulus did and, in a purposefully loud whisper, Harry said, "Forgive my mate, please. He's always a little grumpy in the morning."

This time, it was Fenrir's turn to roll his eyes at Harry's antics. "Stop it, Harry."

Harry was about to open his mouth to respond, but Romulus silenced him by requesting him to lie on the bed so he could check the progress. The pregnant man agreed, taking off his shirt, and laying down on the bed.

Fenrir had to grin as he saw Harry's large stomach. Just the thought that his baby was there, inside of Harry, made his heart swell with pride. He also sat down on the bed with Harry, taking his hand in his.

Romulus moved his hands around Harry's stomach and smiled. He could feel the baby's foot pushing against the pregnant boy.

"Does the baby kick a lot?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah and it's also starting to kick my bladder so I have to go to the bathroom a lot now. Is that normal?"

Romulus smiled. "Perfectly normal. Does the kicking ever seem painful?"

"Nope, not really. It's usually just uncomfortable."

"Got it. Well," Romulus looked thoughtful for a moment. "You look just fine. The baby seems to have grown a lot since I last saw you, which is always good because it means that it is healthy. Everything seems to be going pretty well," he looked at the couple. "Do you guys have any questions or concerns?"

Fenrir shook his head no but Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Um, I sort of do. It's about my chest."

"What about it?"

"It's getting kind of painful and-"

Fenrir interrupted his mate. "You never told me that!"

"The pain has only started happening for the past day or so. It's not really painful, just kind of a bother to deal with. I was wondering what it meant."

Romulus bit his bottom lip for a second before responding, "Harry, I'm going to have to feel your chest, okay? I just want to see if what I think is the problem is actually the problem."

Harry nodded his consent. Romulus gently pressed Harry's right breast and Harry groaned in pain. Fenrir's hand tightened on Harry's as drops of white liquid came from Harry's nipple.

"It seems that your body is producing milk at the moment even though the baby hasn't come yet. It's actually quite common and it means that your body is preparing for the birth."

Fenrir asked, "Can you do anything to stop the pain?"

"You mostly just have to get out the excess milk in his chest. You could massage the nipples to get out the milk. It usually works pretty well. It won't get all the milk out, though."

Harry felt disappointed, wanting all of the discomfort in his chest to be gone. "There's nothing else we can do?"

Romulus paused for a moment. "Well, there is but I don't know if you two will be comfortable with it."

"Let us decide that, Romulus," Fenrir said.

"You can always try to suckle his nipples to get the milk out, Fenrir. It'd be much like when a baby breastfeeds."

Harry's face turned a bright red at the thought of Fenrir drinking from his breast. "That – that's disgusting!"

Romulus shook his head. "No, not really. In fact, breast milk is high in protein and really good for you. Helps the immune system."

Fenrir ran his finger on Harry's hand to calm him down. "It'll cause less discomfort if I do that?"

"Yes, it would."

The alpha nodded. "Then I'll do it."

"Fenrir," Harry protested. "That's so strange though!"

"If it makes you feel better, then I'll gladly do it, you know that."

Romulus noted the couple's discomfort, so he added, "The massaging can also help. You don't have to suckle if you don't want to," he looked at his watch. "So, if that's all, I have to leave. I promised my alpha I'd be back soon."

They bid each other goodbye and Harry and Fenrir were left alone.

"Do you want me to start… you know, right now?"

Harry shook his head, black hair falling into his eyes. "No, I think I'm okay right now. Thanks, though. I'm going to go take a bath."

He was about to leave the room, his cheeks still pink, when Fenrir stopped him. "Harry, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable telling my anything. We're a team, remember? A united front. If something is wrong, you tell me."

"I'm sorry, it's just so weird."

"I'd be willing to do something weird if it meant that you'd feel better."

Harry smiled, his heart warmed. "I know."

Fenrir kissed Harry gently on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fenrir. So much."

Fenrir grinned and then slowly took off his pants and then finally his boxers.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, enjoying the sight before him.

"You're pregnant, Harry. And when you're in such a delicate condition," Fenrir mocked, his mouth in a teasing smile. "You should be monitored at all times."

"Even when I'm in the bath?"

"Especially in the bath."

Decided to play along, Harry said, "Well, then who am I to protest?"

With that, they went into the bathroom together.

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End of part three…

Thanks to all my great readers and reviewers! I appreciate them so much but I just have one little complaint. About forty-seven people have me on story alert and I've gotten over one-thousand hits and, trust me, I am so incredibly grateful that people are reading my story but I'd love some more reviews. Feedback is great for a writer, so this is my desperate and kind of pathetic plea for reviews. They keep me going.

Also, I'd love some suggestions for the name and gender of the baby, or babies, if you'd like. I have no idea if it should be a boy or girl and have no clue for the name. Any suggestions would be great and helpful.