Enjoy some fluffy Hevie haha. I figured that Harry would be very overprotective when Evie became pregnant, and this is what came out. Enjoy, and remember to leave a review.

P.S. I actually have headcanons for both Hevie children, because they would have more than one kid ;)

Prompt: Pregnant!Evie + overprotective!Harry

"I don't understand how you can still walk with heels when you're this far along," Mal remarked, watching in slight awe as her best friend slipped on her other shoe. Despite the large belly in her way, Evie still managed to put her shoes on with such grace and ease that it was though she wasn't pregnant at all.

The princess looked up with a smile after tying her strap. "I'm lucky I can even keep these, nonetheless walk in them."

Mal raised an eyebrow. "What do you— Oh right, Harry."

"Harry," she nodded with a sigh.

Contrary to what everyone had expected, the usually wild and reckless pirate was actually quite the worrywart when he wanted to be. When Evie had announced her pregnancy to him just seven months prior, she was greeted with the widest grin she had ever seen on his face before he tackled her, peppering both her face and her stomach with numerous kisses. Despite having been together for a little over six years, they had never really spoken of having children. Evie had always assumed it would be a natural part of their relationship, particularly after they got married but her pregnancy had come a lot earlier than she expected. She had been rather nervous before telling him, worried that he did not want a child so early, not when they had barely undertaken their journey around the seven seas.

But Harry, Harry had reacted in such a way that she wondered how she had gotten so lucky. He had been so excited at the prospect of having a little pirate (or princess, she had added), of his own that no one had seen him without that goofy smile on his face ever since her announcement. While Evie knew Harry would be a good father, what she did not expect was for him to be the overprotective type, especially during the months of her pregnancy.

The first time he had shown this new side of his was when he found her hauling a large pile of fabrics into her room. He had all but rushed to her side, grabbing the pile from her before settling it down where she had wanted. Evie was amused but also rather confused, particularly after he had announced that she "no longer carry the heavy stuff. I don't want ye hurting yerself before the baby comes."

She had all but frowned, arguing that she was barely two months along and wasn't showing yet, but he had downright refused. Rather, he had all but banned her from carrying heavy loads without him or someone else to help her. She had let it go the first time, however he had gotten particularly worse as the months went by. From making sure she ate the right things (as if she didn't before), to helping her upstairs and practically becoming her errand boy (much to her refusal), he had basically fussed over every tiniest aspect of her life. He had argued that it was to make sure the baby was healthy, and while she had enjoyed being pampered during the first few months, it was becoming increasingly annoying.

Now that she was coming close to her due date in less than two months, he had become very, very overprotective to the point he wouldn't let her out of his sight and refused for her to do anything but practically lie in bed and 'relax'. It was becoming quite constricting, but she didn't have the heart to argue against him, not when he had looked so excited for his firstborn child. She suspected it was because of his own lack of fatherly affection when he was young, so he was trying to rectify that through his own child but sometimes it was too much. He was smothering her.

And she wasn't the only one who noticed. Practically everyone knew how much of an overprotective father Harry was now, especially after making everyone agree to always have her within their sights when he wasn't there. It almost felt like he was her father, rather than her fiancé.

"I actually think it's kinda sweet," Mal remarked casually, Evie raising a brow in surprise.

"Sweet? Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when you would call Harry of all people, sweet."

Mal rolled her eyes but it was all true. "Only when he's around you, in particularly a pregnant you, is he sweet. I'd never thought he'd be the super overprotective type."

"Me neither," she mused. "Overprotective yes, but super overprotective no. You just wait until you get pregnant M, I think Ben'll be a lot worse than Harry."

She shook her head. "I won't let him."

Evie knew she probably wouldn't, but she knew deep down that Mal loved the attention Ben gave her. It was the same way with her, except she had always loved being the centre of attention. "Even so, I'm not really complaining. He just gets a little too much sometimes, especially now."

The queen hummed in agreement. "I can see that. I would tell him to chill and tone it down, but we both know he's always been like that."

"Unfortunately," Evie sighed.

Mal gave the girl a small pat on the back in reassurance. "Hang in there, E. It'll all be over soon."

She smiled, gently rubbing her swollen belly. To think that in just under two months that she'll be giving birth and cradling her own child within her arms. Six years ago, she didn't think it'd ever be possible but fast forward, and look where she was now. She was no longer on the Isle. Instead, she was living happily in Auradon, or more recently on The Red Tide, with a successful business doing what she loved, a fiancé she loved with all her heart, and ready to welcome her first child.

"Soon," she promised.

"Princess—"

Evie shook her head, cutting him off before he could say some more. She knew where this was going, but she refused to hear the end of it. "I know what you're going to say Harry, but no. I'm not going to give up these heels."

"But ye know damn well how painful those things are on a normal basis. I don't know how yer even wearin' them when yer pregnant with our child."

She shrugged, before slipping off the shoes to join him in bed. "Well, when you're me then I'll let you know."

He chuckled before shifting to give her some room. Harry leaned forward to pull back the covers as she slipped in, making herself comfortable before he pulled the sheets back up, carefully tucking her in. Evie shifted to lie slightly into his side as he wrapped an arm around her, placing a hand over her exposed belly and gently rubbing soothing circles.

"To think we'd be welcoming this little buccaneer in less than two months," he mused, Evie humming in agreement.

"I can't wait to meet our little Evie or Harry when the time comes."

He kissed her tenderly on the forehead, Evie sighing into the kiss. "Ye'll be a great mother Princess. The fairest in the land."

She looked up at him, cupping his cheek. "And you, you'll be the greatest father our child could ever ask for. I could have never asked for anyone else."

Harry leaned into her. "I wouldn't 'ave let ye. Ye'll only be havin' my kids, and that's that."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," Evie said before a thought came to mind. She eyed him mischievously. "Except…"

His eyes narrowed. "Except what?"

She sighed. "You really need to tone it down."

"Tone what down?"

Evie motioned to her stomach and her surroundings, the pirate only looking more confused. "The overprotectiveness. I get it Harry, I really do and I love all the attention you're giving me but sometimes you're too—"

"Much?" She nodded. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "I'm sorry if ye feel like I'm smotherin' ye Princess, but I just wanted to show this little one I cared enough."

She moved a hand up to stroke his cheek. "You do. I'm sure they feel it too. But sometimes, I need some space too. I appreciate everything and I love your for it, but I need to breathe. I can't really do much now that I'm so far along, but it'd be nice to have some alone time without anyone supervising me."

Harry eyed her contemplatively. "I don't know…"

"Please Harry," she pleaded, "For me?"

She flashed him that puppy dog look of hers that had him wrapped around her little finger and made him weak to the core. She hadn't used it as much as she did when they first started dating, but not that she had Harry only realised just how weak he was against it.

"Fine," he sighed. "But ye have to tell me where ye are just in case I get worried."

"You're always worried."

He frowned. "Not always."

Evie raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Are you serious? You've gotten ten times more worried since I became pregnant."

His frown only deepened. "Not ten times Princess. Yer over-exaggerating."

She snorted. "No I'm not. Remember when you first found me throwing up at the toilet bowl?"

It had happened six months ago, just over a month since she had first conceived. She had had her suspicions early on, having realized she had missed her period by a month, but the first time the morning sickness struck was when her suspicions had been confirmed. She had awoken to the violent need to throw up her last meal, Evie having to literally stumble out of bed to make way into their bathroom before everything inside her came spilling out.

Harry had awoken to the loud noise, his eyes flickering to their bathroom with concerned eyes as he flung aside his sheets to run in after her. He found her hunched over the toilet bowl, grasping the edges tightly before she threw up once more. Harry quickly moved to her side, gathering her stray pieces of hair before holding it behind her as she continued to pour her guts out over the bowl.

She gasped, trying to take her breath before wiping the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand. Evie looked up to find Harry staring at her worriedly, still holding back her hair. "Are ye alright Princess? Should I go get the nurse?"

She shook her head, instead closing the toilet seat before taking a seat on it. Harry let her hair go, grabbing her hands as he knelt down to look at her, Evie watching him with tired eyes. "Tell me what's wrong with ye Princess. Do ye need medicine? I can go get some from the kitchen. Or maybe I can—"

Evie shook her head once more, noticing that the pirate was beginning to panic. She clutched his hands tightly. "I'm fine Harry. I don't need medicine."

He looked at her incredulously, nostrils flaring in outrage. "Like hell ye don't! I woke up to ye just vomiting yer guts out at three in the goddamn mornin'. Don't tell me yer fine when yer not. I should go get the nurse to find out what's wrong with ye."

She pulled him back to face her before he could go anywhere, taking a deep breath. "I think I know what's wrong with me."

His brows furrowed. "What?"

She bit her lip before she looked straight into his eyes. "I think I'm pregnant."

"I think any auld lad with a right mind woulda been worried outta their wits if they found their lass like I did," Harry defended, crossing his arms like a petulant child. Evie rolled her eyes but conceded that he did have a point.

"But you looked like you were going to travel hell and back to find out what's wrong with me."

"Who said I wouldn't? Yer my princess, and I'd do anything to keep ye safe," he said, looking down at her with sincerity. She hummed in response, holding him tighter as she took in his scent.

"Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best example," she replied, "but remember that time when the baby first kicked? You didn't know what you were doing."

"Princess! How is me little buccaneer? Has he kicked yet?" he had asked as soon as he entered, wrapping his arms around her and resting them securely around her waist.

Evie rolled her eyes. "For the last time, she's going to be a girl Harry."

The pirate shrugged. "Girl or boy, it doesn't matter. They'll be sailin' the seven seas even before they can walk."

She had already expected him to display his enthusiasm for raising their child as a pirate, just like he, and while she was more than happy to let him, she wanted to make sure their child had a little flair of herself as well. If they were going to be raising a pirate, she would make sure that they knew exactly how to dress well, because some of the pirates she had met over the lifetime had a severe lacking in fashion sense. She would be damned if none of her children knew how to dress well.

Evie was about to open her mouth to reply when she felt something move inside her. It was akin to a muscle twitch, as if someone was trying to poke their way out of her belly. She almost jerked, Harry having noticed her pause and movement with concern.

"Princess?"

She had placed her hands onto her belly, looking up at him with a proud smile in realisation. Harry raised a brow curiously, before she took one of his hands around her waist and guided it to her stomach.

"I don't—"

The words died down in his throat when he felt the same movement beneath his palm, mouth widening in disbelief. "He— He—"

She nodded with a watery smile. "She kicked," she finished, before turning around to wrap him in her arms. Harry was still in a state of shock as she hugged him, hands hovering at his sides and unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Evie pulled back when she noticed he had yet to return her hug, looking up at his shocked face in bemusement. "Harry?"

He said nothing, instead suddenly taking her hand and leading her to their bedroom where he swiftly carried her bridal style to rest her gently on the bed. She eyed him curiously as he pulled down the covers under her to pull it back up, tucking her snugly before beginning to strangely pace at the end of their bed.

"Harry? What are you doing?"

He didn't reply to her, instead muttering under his breath as he walked back and forth, back and forth. "Kicked… he kicked… what do I do—" was all she could make out before she had had enough of the pacing and flung aside the covers.

Harry had noticed her actions and paused in his steps, eyeing her in shock as he shook her head. "Princess, ye shouldn't be—"

The girl frowned at him. "I can do whatever I like Harry. The baby kicked, not disable me," she replied testily beneath narrowed eyes.

He shook his head once more. "Ye should still be in bed."

"Why? Harry, a kick doesn't mean I need to recover from an illness of some sort. A kick is just a kick. I can still go on with my daily life."

"No ye can't."

"And why can't I?"

Harry was at a loss of words as he fumbled to search for a reason. Truth be told, he didn't know what a kick had entailed despite his constant asking of it for a few weeks prior. When Evie had noticed his lack of response, she had smiled at him knowingly before narrowing her eyes.

"You never read the pregnancy books did you?"

"I did read them eventually ye know," he told her, Evie rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, only after I threatened you with sleeping on the couch," she replied. "I still don't understand how it took you so long to read them. You looked so enthusiastic about raising a child, yet you refused to learn about how to raise them."

Harry shrugged. "I hate reading."

Evie grumbled, before sighing. "Anyway, this just proves my point. You've become more of a worrywart since I became pregnant."

"Ye said I worried ten times more, but this doesn't prove it."

Evie didn't have enough strength to lift herself up to glare at him, so settled for elbowing him in the stomach. "That's just the tip of the iceberg. Remember when you first found me trying to get a glass from the top cabinet?"

"Princess! What're ye doin'?" The pirate exclaimed in horror as he ran up to where she was standing. Evie had simply been thirsty, and had gone to the kitchen to grab a glass to refill her water. It didn't help that the glass cabinet was near the top, but she was tall enough to still reach it so it didn't really bother her.

However Harry had taken this as an affront to her personal safety as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet and handed it to her, giving her a small glare. "Next time, call me for help."

She frowned at him. "To help me get a glass? Harry, for the last time I'm pregnant not disabled. I'm tall enough to still reach it."

He had shaken his head, refusing to listen to anymore of her protests before he took down every glass from the top cabinet.

"And then you put them on the lowest cabinet, completely redecorating the kitchen without my consent," she had sounded a bit miffed, much to his confusion.

"I was making things more accessible to ye," he retorted, Evie snorting.

"But you didn't even stop there. You literally removed all the top shelves and put them all at lower level, making it look like I was in a wheelchair or something. I appreciate the things you do for me Harry, I really do but you were overreacting. Especially when I was only like two months in, and I hadn't even shown yet."

Harry winced, having remembered that fact. Perhaps he had been overreacting at the time, especially since the baby had done everything but slow her down, yet he couldn't help it. He had wanted to ensure that the baby was safe and healthy before the time came for him to meet him.

"Also, don't forget that moment when you had to hold my hand every time I went up or down some stairs, even if there were only three. Also when you wouldn't let me pack up my sewing machine because there were 'sharp objects', and when you—"

The pirate had leaned over, kissing her softly on the forehead as the words died in her throat. When he pulled away, he looked down at her with a crooked grin, the only one he ever really showed her. "Okay I get it Princess. I'm a worrywart around ye. I promise I'll tone it down a bit."

She hummed in gratitude. "But I'm sure our little buccaneer has appreciated everything their daddy has done for them."

He placed a hand on her round belly, grinning at her. "Aye."