Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, man-who-conquered, Lord Potter-Black (Peverell would've been added but it was already a mouthful, so he kept it as it is), a son, and a friend. Formerly a boyfriend elevated to betrothed, and with all the efforts, trouble, and hurdles, Harry Potter was now a husband.

Not just that though, it was as if he was now being paid after his hard and grueling childhood and teenhood, Harry Potter was soon to be a father.

A family.

The one thing that Harry wanted the most, and was now within his reach. Just 3 months and then boom!

Daphne's pregnancy has bought many things for the couple. A dash of morning sickness, a smidge of mood swings, a little bit of emotions going haywire, and a butt load of weird cravings.

He's never been around pregnant women, Daphne was his first ever experience, and by Merlin, was it a surreal experience. Especially the cravings, the god-awful cravings that he would apparate earth and back just to satisfy her.

They were in their bed, listening to some music from a muggle radio that Hermione configured so it would work in wizarding households. Harry had his arms around Daphne, one hand on her shoulder rubbing circles and the other on her ever-growing stomach.

"Harry?" Daphne called and Harry looked down at her to meet those electrifying blue eyes. Harry just hummed and waited for Daphne to continue.

"Remember those mangoes we ate in Brazil?" she asked, Harry looked pensive for a while before nodding as the memory appeared in his mind. It was during one of the summers they spent together before they were married. A visit to a Black property and a week-long vacation.

"I was wondering… if we have those types of mangoes here in Britain" she continued with a long look on her face. Harry was already mentally planning on getting up early morning and finding the mangoes.

"I don't know Daph, but I'm sure there are places I can ask if you want" Harry replied as he adjusted his arms to better hold Daphne. She just snuggled near him and yawned.

"Do you think we still have some ice cream and tomatoes I can eat for tomorrow? I feel like it would be a great combination" Daphne murmured. Harry couldn't help but internally shiver with the combination, but just kept it, "Yeah, there's still some" he answered. Daphne just nodded and let the sleep take her in. Harry followed soon.

_o_

Harry woke up early and gently disentangled himself from his wife and left a forehead kiss before heading out of the room. He headed down the kitchen and went straight to the cupboards and began taking out oats and tea for Daphne. Harry also pulled some tomatoes and checked their fridge if there was still ice cream left. Once he made sure that the tomatoes and ice cream were available, Harry went to the counter and began preparing his wife's breakfast. There was soft pop that did not distract Harry but amused him as he continued making oats for his wife.

"Master, yous really be pushing this?" the elf said indignantly as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Good morning, Miss Annie" Harry replied as he went on and fixed a coffee for himself. He grabbed the mug before turning around and facing the head elf.

"Good morning, Master Harry" the elf replied with a bow before continuing, "Master Harry, this be elves jobs" she exasperated which only made Harry amused instead of admonished.

"Miss Annie, I thought we had an agreement? I cook for breakfast for me, and my wife and you can make the lunch, snack, and dinner" Harry said and sipped his coffee. Annie the elf just gave out a frustrated sigh before smiling.

"Is Mistress Daphy be awake?" she questioned as she took walked towards the counter and poured tea for her mistress.

"Nope," Harry replied popping the 'p'. Harry finished his coffee and placed it in the sink. He extended his hands and waited for his coat to arrive. Once it came in contact, Harry slung it on his back to wear.

"Miss Annie, I'll be out just for a short time, please give your Mistress her oats and tea once she wakes up and kindly tell her that I had a short walk around" Harry instructed as he patted his coat for his mirror.

"Will do, Master Harry" Annie replied bowing.

"Oh, and when she starts craving tomatoes and ice cream please prepare it for her, and thank you, Miss Annie" Harry thanked before heading out of the house using the door in the kitchen. Once he was out of the wards, Harry disapparated with a pop.

_o_

Once he landed near Diagon Alley, Harry briskly walked towards the back part of the alley and walked towards the back of a building. Harry entered the empty building and headed straight to his office. He opened it and headed straight to his desk and opened a drawer while pulling out an unsuspecting paper.

'List of Where to Find Cravings'

The existence of the list came from a funny thought Harry had that served to be useful with all the cravings Daphne has had. A compiled list of cravings and places where he could get them. It was a cheat code that made life easier for Harry and his friends with their pregnant wives. His eyes scanned the list to look for mangoes and to his luck… found them not on the list.

"What?" Harry asked no one and kept looking… none.

"Damn" Harry muttered as he placed back the mirror back in the drawer. He then looked at the watch perched atop his table and saw it was still 7:30 in the morning. His mind went on and listed off places he could go. Harry stood up and went out of his office using the backdoor and went to the main alley and headed to the nearest grocers.

"Harry! Good morning, how can we help you" an elderly man called out. Harry hurriedly approached the man with a smile.

"Mr. Halleys, good morning, I was wondering if you had any mangoes. Especially those from Brazil" Harry asked, hoping that the mangoes were available. Mr. Halleys seemed to think about it for a while before looking back at Harry.

"I have some mangoes, but I don't know where they're from though. Maybe it would suffice?" The old man replied. Harry silently groaned, shook his head, and thanked the man.

Harry was now walking to the next store with his mind running miles to where he would find the wretched mangoes… Maybe going straight to the docks or the imports would be a nice idea.

_o_

Daphne stirred in their bed and tried to snuggle with her husband. Instead of grasping Harry's body, she grasped empty air. Daphne groaned and slowly opened her eyes. Where was her husband? How dare he leave her in a large bed all alone?! As soon as Daphne's eyes fully opened, she looked around to see any sign of her husband but saw nothing.

A soft pop woke her up fully. Daphne maneuvered her large stomach to face the other direction. She was faced with an Annie carrying a tray with oats and tea. Annie then placed the tray on the bed where Daphne can easily eat.

"Annie, where's Harry?" Daphne asked as she picked up the tea and smelled its aroma before taking a sip of it.

"Master Harry is having a short walk around Mistress" Annie replied in a bow. Daphne just hummed as she placed her teacup back on the tray and started eating some oats.

"Thank you, Annie" Daphne thanked the elf, and a soft pop was heard. Daphne then looked at the time and saw it was 8:30 in the morning. Daphne wondered what time Harry woke up and went for a walk. She just shrugged the thought and continued eating her oats.

After a few moments, Daphne thought about the ice cream and tomatoes she was thinking of the night before and was about to head out when Annie yet again came in and delivered what she was thinking.

"Mistress Daphy, Master Harry prepared these for you," Annie said placing down the ice cream and tomatoes at the table. Annie bowed before disappearing in a pop.

"How'd she know?" Daphne asked no one but shrugged it off before digging in. If you were to ask Annie, she would simply answer it was Elf business and a mix of observation.

8:30 became 9:30 until it descended into 12 in the noon and Harry still hasn't come back. Daphne was starting to worry; Harry was never gone for hours without calling or leaving her a note. She had half the mind to start calling their friends and eventually Aurors. His mirror wasn't responding and even Annie had no idea where Harry was.

Daphne was pacing around their living room and was muttering to herself about where the hell was her husband. Several scenarios were already playing in her head which included kidnapping or getting into a fight with some wannabe Death Eaters. One scenario was getting worse than the other. Even the baby was occasionally kicking inside. Daphne felt it was both "Calm down, mom" to "You should call the others, mom".

It was now 12:30 and Daphne had enough, she was about to pull her mirror to call their friends when the fireplace blazed alive and came out a disheveled-looking Harry Potter carrying a bag full of something.

"Harry Potter, where in Morgana's tits, have you been?" Daphne asked in a scarily cold tone that made Harry stop in his tracks.

"It's been 4 hours mister, explain" Daphne continued with a tone that meant business. Despite being 6 months pregnant with a now very noticeable baby bump, the woman could still look intimidating. This was what the court saw during trials where she was included— Lady Attorney.

"Remember last night when you said about the mangoes from Brazil? The ones we ate while we had a vacation there. Well, I thought I could get you them and I thought I'd get them in a jiffy, even before you woke up, but I guess… I thought wrong" Harry confessed raising the bag which contained several mangoes that were still green.

"Pretty obvious considering your appearance" Daphne noted now relaxing, "but you could've left a message or mirror called me" Daphne continued.

"I was worried about you"

Harry deflated and ran his hand to his hair. He admitted that he got carried away with finding the mangoes and forgot to call his wife. It was a stupid mistake, really and Harry promised himself that he won't be doing that again.

"I'm sorry" Harry apologized as he approached Daphne for a hug. His wife melted in his arms and Harry inhaled her scent with a content smile on his face.

"So, how'd you got hold of those" Daphne asked as she pointed at the bag of mangoes. Harry chuckled as he remembered the things, he went through for those, Merlin is damned, mangoes.

"Well, about that, let's just say that I went from imports to imports, docks to docks, town to town for those, and eventually found them through a mutual friend" Harry summarized as the two headed to the table. Daphne just raised her brow at her husband before shrugging it, he would tell the full tale later.

Harry sat down and his lunch appeared in front which was instantly appreciated by the food-deprived man. A sliced platter of the mangoes also appeared in front of Daphne with some blue jello that Harry was saving in the fridge. He watched as his wife ate the mango and jello with a smile on her face. His wife's cravings were weird by Harry's standards, and he could never understand why she liked those but hey as long as his wife was happy.

'All that trouble was worth it'

a/n

I swear, pregnant women's cravings are atrocious and sometimes weird. Here in our place mangoes are always a staple cravings for pregnant women. I hope you like this. Our uni does not give us summer for relaxing, it gives us summer for summer classes (I did not fail my classes, its just the way the uni works). I don't have a beta and really have only a small idea what it is, I would appreciate it if someone could give me instructions how to get a beta and all that. As usual tell me your suggestions and thanks for reading this
-ykks