Written for otakudrawsalot ft. KanaNoHana who gave me the prompt 'crab cakes'.

Hope you like :)

Warning: Mpreg (It's not usually my thing, but nothing else would fit)


Harry sighed as he wrapped his arms around his sobbing spouse. Draco continued to bawl against his chest and Harry resigned himself to rubbing his back soothingly.

"I'm sorry, love," he murmured, trying his best to sound apologetic. "When I said we needed a new lamp, I didn't mean to imply that you were fat."

Honestly, he still wasn't sure how the two could possibly be related, but one hissy fit and shattered vase later, he certainly wasn't going to revisit the subject. Besides, it felt rather nice to just stand here and hold his hormonal husband for a while. Draco had been going through a 'phase' recently. Or as Harry liked to call it- The 'Don't-touch-me-it's-all-your-fault-I'm-pregnant-you-randy-bastard' syndrome.

Seriously, this was the most action he'd had in three months. So he just stood there and continued to dutifully shush his sniffling spouse.

"S-so you don't think I'm fat?" Draco demanded, looking up at him with swollen eyes. Harry smiled and wiped a stray tear away, stroking Draco's rounded bump lovingly.

"I think you're beautiful," he whispered, leaning to place a chaste kiss on the blond's lips. "It's all I can do not to take you right here."

His hand trailed down to cup Draco's arse and squeezed lightly. Draco hummed and Harry's cock took an immediate interest in the proceedings. He was wondering if he might finally get lucky when...

"Harry, I'm hungry."

Crap.

Stifling a sigh, he smiled lovingly at the blond. "What are you in the mood for?"

Draco peeked up at him from behind his fringe. "Crab cakes from the Leaky Cauldron?" he asked hopefully. "With ice cream?"

Harry chuckled, wondering if Draco had ever been this adorable before he knocked him up. "Alright. I'll get you crab cakes and we'll have ice cream for dessert."

Draco shook his head. "No. I want crab cakes with ice cream on top."

Harry went a most impressive shade of Slytherin Green. He considered protesting for one brief, foolish moment, then remembered the ill fated vase and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Chocolate or strawberry?"

"Strawberry," Draco answered in a tone that suggested that this should have been obvious. Harry just shook his head in bemusement and trudged towards the Floo

"And make sure you bring back some pickles for dessert!"

Harry gave up.

This baby could not come soon enough.