Harry was not at all amused He could tell his husband was attempting to not laugh at him. Attempt was the right word. His husband was doing a miserable job. Harry wanted to hex him. He was just over five months pregnant now. It was the last day of classes before the Easter break. They were to be going home for the week. Home as in the manor. Harry still could not see it as home. Perhaps because he had still been fighting his husband back then. He thought maybe they should stay at school. The manor had too many extra beds in it. Harry could not kick his husband to the couch as easy. He put the orange in Harry. He definitely had no right to be laughing. He would have to ask Severus if there was such a thing as a sympathy potion. He definitely thought his husband was in need of one.
Harry glared at his husband as he was trying with his pants. "You better be lucky we're going home today and there are other beds, or you'd be on the couch."
Lucius came and handed him pyjama bottoms. "No one will see them under your robes. We will take you and your....our little orange shopping for paternity pants."
Harry was not at all pleased with that comment. He was surprised though. His husband had been all about appearance when they wed. He had got Harry new clothes. He could not have imagined Lucius ever suggesting that he wear pyjama bottoms. Lucius read his mind. He assured Harry as he helped them into the pants he just wanted Harry and the baby as comfortable as humanly possible. It was a small orange. But the baby had definitely begun showing. Really Harry did not need paternity pants just yet other then the fact that his clothes were tailor made to fit him. They would likely have been too tight already on him but he was still so skinny from quidditch.
Harry smirked at his husband. "Don't think your sweetness is getting you out of trouble. I have a long memory for couches."
Lucius laughed. "If you really insist I will sleep on the library couch in the manor and not an extra bedroom. But I really do think you're beautiful."
Still not sure he was happy with his husband Harry smiled slightly especially when Lucius offered if that was not enough, to sleep on a pool chair. Harry suggested a stall in the stables. Lucius grimaced and hoped Harry would forget that one. He hoped when Harry was fed he might be more reasonable. Harry's cravings had caught up to them. He had known pregnant people liked some odd combinations of food but Harry's appetite could make his stomach churn lately.
Harry did smile a bit more when he saw the breakfast table. There were scrambled eggs and toast for himself and coffee. For Harry there was a variation. An omelette with blue cheese, olives and dill pickles in it with hot sauce on top and a radish and onion smoothy to drink Harry was served.
Harry happily sunk down to eat. "Do you think you can get out of trouble by appealing to me through my stomach?"
Lucius actually knew it was the perfect way but did not say it. "No. I just thought my husband and baby could use some energy for class."
There came no response but Harry seemed to be smiling a bit. Lucius was doing his best. His husband's hormones had been crazy for the past month. They had already had a relationship on the edge enough as it was. He had not kissed Harry properly in two months. Harry had initiated a few kisses here and there. But Lucius left it at that. He hoped they would be able to bond over the baby and make a real marriage but for now he had to play it careful. Harry really was likely to hex him at times. He hoped when their daughter was in Harry's arms it would change. Harry was scared. He knew that. But Harry loved that baby. And he hoped maybe as they raised her together and he helped Harry figure out how to be a daddy. He loved Harry so much. He hoped one day that night be returned.
Before Harry left for class he reached up and gently kissed Lucius on the cheek. "Thank you for suggesting the pyjama bottoms. I guess I'll have to shop."
Lucius knew he had not wanted to even hear the words. "It won't be so bad and you can visit Florean yourself for ice cream."
Laughing harry headed off for class. Lucius knew ice cream was a good way to sweet talk his husband. Ice cream was the key for all pregnant men it seemed. Harry's cravings were hard to keep track of though. Thankfully Dobby had a better memory of what Harry's new craving was. And Dobby was even willing to tell Lucius. Lucius smiled as Harry left. He hoped Harry would be in a better mood when he was more comfortable and fed tons of ice cream.
Severus laughed when he heard. "Just be grateful you're not throwing a baby shower at him as they wanted to this weekend. But Charlie should cheer him up."
Lucius had nearly forgotten about that. "He is excited. Charlie and Oliver are definitely his big brothers and he wants to be and Uncle."
Harry was excited that Charlie and Oliver were having their ultrasound that weekend. They had waited a bit longer then normal because of both work and Harry. They had been there for his and they wanted him for theirs. They were kind of hoping for a little girl. They thought it would be cute if their daughter and Harry's were little playmates. Though Charlie was a Weasley and they usually had sons first. Harry thought either way they could be friends and play quidditch together. Lucius tended to think his daughter would be a snake and all Weasleys were lions but he was smart enough to keep that thought to himself.
Severus read his thoughts. "It is only another four months and his hormones will be back to normal. And then all you'll have to worry after is a crying baby."
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Harry was not so depressed about shopping. His dads and Molly with her daughter in laws had come. Fleur had given birth to her son Lewis but he was home with Bill. Charlie and Oliver had promised to rescue him for the ultrasound after lunch. Bill having a son had proven the Weasley tradition correct. They usually had sons first. Harry thought son or daughter Baby Wood and his daughter would be friends. He knew with two star quidditch players for dads, his niece or nephew was bound to play. And Harry knew that his baby with him, her brother Draco and all her Uncles, was likely to be as well.
Harry could not deny the paternity pants felt a lot better. They were the smallest size of them. Really it was just because his normal pants were so well tailored. And the ice cream worked. But he was happy when Remus snuck him away to the hospital. He had been happy his dads had come shopping with him. It meant a lot. The time was helping to heal wounds. He hoped by the time his daughter was born he would have his dads back for real. He wanted her to have grandparents.
Oliver clapped him into a hug when he came in. "Glad you're here little brother. We would not want to do this without you."
Harry returned the hug. "After all you guys have done for me this year and before, I couldn't be any where else. You know that."
As the test started Harry thought of his own. But more. His wedding, when he started thinking he was pregnant, his pregnancy test, they had been there for it all. Lucius agreed to ask them to be godparents. Severus already was for Draco after all. Harry was so happy for his brothers as they watched the baby's image. He thought back to his husband by his side for it. And through the scares. He had been depressed that unlike them he was doing his pregnancy alone. But he knew he was not. He never really gave his husband enough credit.
Oliver asked the doctor. "Are we having a boy or a girl?"
The doctor smiled. "You are expecting a healthy baby girl."
Harry was as happy as his brothers. He could se the girls growing up and playing together. Mira likely as well, Mira would be a year ahead of them in school. But they would still be close enough in age. Poor little Lewis would be alone in a sea of pink. Charlie was definitely happy to break the family tradition. His parents had their first grandson and Charlie and Oliver were over the moon to have a little girl.
Harry handed them a little stuffed snitch. "I thought while I was shopping I could pick something up for our next little seeker."