Last Time
"Urgh!" Harry groaned as he heaved himself onto the bed and flopped back against the pile of pillows.
"Are you ok?" Tom asked concerned coming out of the bathroom and looking at Harry with concern.
"I'm alright, just tired and a little sore," Harry smiled patting the bed for Tom to join him. The Dark Lord prowled towards the bed, sliding on top of the covers and over Harry to kiss him hard and deep, Harry groaned and arched into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tom's neck and pressing back almost as much.
"I was so proud of you today. You stood as a Lord yourself, as my consort," Tom smiled softly brushing his fingers down Harry's face.
"I want to do you proud," Harry sighed biting his lip nervously.
"You do that and more," Tom shook his head, kissing Harry again.
"Thank you for bringing the others here, I didn't realize how much I wanted to see them,"
"I would do anything to make you happy, you must know that by now," Tom smiled down at Harry causing that damned flip in his heart that he got every time he saw it. Harry reached up and brushed his fingers tenderly over Tom's face. "Now you need to sleep,"
"We both do," Harry yawned. They shuffled around as they both got underneath the covers and settled on their sides, Tom pressed tightly against Harry's back holding him close, his nose pressed into Harry's neck breathing in the soothing smell of his lover, knowing that he was here safe and in his arms.
"Love you," Harry muttered sleepily, already more than half way asleep. This made Tom smile even more as he pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulder listening to his deep breathing as he settled into sleep.
"I love you too," he murmured before settling into sleep himself holding his lover and unborn son close.
Chapter fourteen
"I have never seen anything so wrong in my entire life," Rodolphus muttered. "And I was married to Bellatrix…and saw her naked," He grimaced.
"It is very disturbing," Severus nodded in agreement.
"Its…" Rabastan just shook his head.
"What are you talking about? Why are you hovering in the doorway?" Tom frowned as he and Fenrir came up to the threesome.
"Something incredibly disturbing and wrong My Lord," Rabastan nodded not taking his eyes off of the sight in front of them.
"Is Harry ok?" Tom asked concerned, frowning at his oddly acting servents.
"Yes he's perfectly fine," Severus quickly assured Tom, taking his eyes off of the scene in front of him.
"Then what's going on?" Fenrir sighed starting to get annoyed.
"I think Harry is adopting the Malfoys," Rodolphus said causing Tom and Fenrir to blink at him shocked. The three motioned for the newcomers to step forwards, they peered through the doorway into the green room and stared at what they found.
Harry and Lucius were seated on the sofa, Draco was seated at Harry's feet. They had paint swatches and wallpaper on every surface around them. Tom and Fenrir had never seen the Malfoys faces so open and friendly except for when they were around Severus, and the few occasions they had been caught off guard. Lucius was smiling as he stroked the sea green baby blanket over his knee and pointed to a certain colour wallpaper. Harry had had a lot of the baby things that they had bought for the nursery brought down and Draco was holding another wallpaper against the cot. And Harry was wearing a warm expression while sitting with his feet propped up practically in Lucius's lap, chattering away happily with the Malfoys, with an expression on his face that told Tom he was in trouble and not getting rid of the Malfoys any time soon even if he wanted to.
Sighed and shaking his head, Tom made his way into the room, the others following close by, wondering at the heart his Consort possessed and his ability to collect the most difficult of his followers and win them around. Rabastan and Rodolphus were charming and sharp witted, but for them to show the loyalty, and not only that but the friendship and how much they liked Harry, that was almost unheard of for the two brothers who had suffered so much betrayal and double crossing in their lives. And they had been getting better, opening up and being more trusting and genially friendly with others, seeming to be starting to honestly trust the few friends that they did have in their lives but had always kept at a certain arm's length. Harry didn't see it because he had never seen the way the brothers were before, but the affect he had had on them was undeniable.
"What are you up to?" Tom asked dropping his hand onto Harry's shoulder.
"Hey, is it lunch time already?" Harry asked looking to the clock.
"Yes, what are you up to?" Tom repeated.
"We only have a couple more weeks till the baby is due and we haven't looked at decorating the nursery yet. Draco and Lucius are helping me look through all these to come up with some suggestions for us both to go through," Harry smiled.
"I…I apologise, I have been so busy the last couple of weeks I had almost forgotten we still have to decorate," Tom scowled darkly to himself. How could he have forgotten that they needed to decorate their son's room?!
"Would you guys mind going to the dinning room ahead of us please?" Harry smiled at the others. Tom caught the pointed look he gave Fenrir right before the werewolf politely offered his hand to Draco to assist him to his feet. A blushing Severus allowed Lucius to thread their arms so that Severus was holding onto Lucius's elbow before they all quickly left them to their privacy. His Consort looking very happy at the two interactions.
"I'm sorry Harry," Tom sighed as soon as the door was closed.
"Sit down Tom," Harry tugged him lightly until he was seated right next to Harry on the sofa, the younger man then threw his legs over Tom's thighs and made himself comfortable. His fingers absently playing with Tom's in his lap as green eyes looked at Tom intently.
"You have nothing to apologise for Tom, no listen to me!" Harry said firmly when Tom opened his mouth. "You have been busy with things that you could not put off, especially considering the baby is coming soon and I am going to expect you to be there for that. Tom there are going to be times where you are kept busy and away from us for a certain amount of time, it comes with who you are. I know that, and our son will too. Just like I know you will always make time for us and be with us when we need you, that you will be there for the important things, and when you do have the time you will be with us,"
"This is important," Tom muttered looking over all the paint swatches, patterns and wallpapers.
"I know it is, so to make it easier, myself, Lucius and Draco were going through all of these to narrow it down to what I reckon you will like as well as what I like, and what will go with the furniture and all the things that we bought. Then you and I can sit down together and pick, this way we aren't spending hour upon hour making our way through all this," Harry smiled cupping Tom's face tenderly. "Tom, my job is to take the unnecessary things from your plate and leave the things that need your attention the most,"
"I should have thought that this needed doing," Tom still wasn't ready to be soothed clearly so Harry leant forwards and brushed their lips together.
"Tom, its only been three weeks since everything with Bellatrix and that, not to mention all the treaties and followers that have been coming in since the final publication of your story. Its more than understandable that it slipped your mind, it slipped mines until Severus told me that Healer Burns was starting to move in ready for the birth," Harry assured him, combing his fingers through the hair at Tom's temples in the way he knew he loved.
"That's cheating," Tom groaned dropping his head back onto the sofa as he just absorbed the feeling of his Consort's warmth and closeness.
"Dark Lord's Consort," Harry said gaining startled laughter from Tom, who cracked open his red eyes to see the cheeky grin on Harry's lips. "That's better," Harry said with satisfaction, wriggling a little so he could rest his head on Tom's shoulder. Tom wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, though he could only make his way half around it considering the large bump of Harry's stomach that seemed to have increased dramatically in the last two weeks, as though their son was reassuring them that he was perfectly healthy after what had happened. Harry was both pleased and miserable about the increase in size depending on the day. Tom had really not known what to do with himself when Harry had burst into tears one evening because he was fat, only to start flinging curses when Tom assured him he looked gorgeous still instead of telling him he wasn't fat.
"Are you ready for our appointment after lunch?" Tom asked softly after both of them had sat in silence for a while just enjoying the quiet. They knew they should be getting to lunch, but Harry's appetite had been getting smaller as he went passed his eighth month, which Burns had assured them was just the baby taking up more space and pressing against his stomach.
"I can't wait," Harry beamed, automatically looking to the mantle place where a copy of the scan sat framed, Severus's frame and the original scan sitting in the evening living room.
"We can send a copy to the papers this afternoon for the evening addition, it would not do to keep your friends waiting," Tom said, amusement heavy in his tone.
"No, they may just storm the manor in the middle of the night to get to see it. You know, we haven't talked about godparents, the books say that its tradition to have them picked out before the baby is born," Harry hummed.
"I am presuming I am right in saying Ms Granger for godmother?" Tom asked.
"Yes, I was thinking though, perhaps more than two godparents?" Harry suggested.
"It is not unheard of, who were you thinking?" Tom asked curiously, lifting his head to look at Harry.
"Well Fenrir, from what I can see he is your closest friend," Harry shifted to rest his chin on Tom's chest to meet his eyes.
"As close as I have to friends yes. And I know that he will do everything in his power to protect and look after the baby," Tom nodded. "Would you be ok with that?"
"I like Fenrir, and you are right, I am fairly sure that I would almost pity anyone that tried to harm the baby with you as daddy and Fenrir as his godfather," Harry snickered.
"The other two?" Tom smirked denying nothing of course. It was common knowledge that Bellatrix, Narcissa, Pansy and McNair were still alive, just, and wrapped in the torture of the curse.
"Well, Ron, I'm more than sure that he could give you and Fenrir a run for your money in protecting the baby," Harry smiled warmly at the thought of how excited Ron was for the coming of his 'nephew'.
"I agree, not to mention the Weasley loyalty is unquestionable," Tom nodded. "And?"
"Draco," Harry said, chuckling when Tom actually choked in shock.
"Are you kidding Harry? I know that you are getting on and that he and Lucius protected you, but he did also try and harm you not that long ago," Tom spluttered.
"I haven't forgotten thank you very much, I have pregnancy not amnesia," Harry grumbled. "I think it would do him good, the responsibility and somewhat of a sure place for him in his own right. And I think he has a lot of love that he can give our son, which he will need every bit as much as protection," He added firmly.
"Harry…" Tom groaned.
"Please, I just feel that this is right, that Draco should be godfather," Harry pleaded.
"You feel it?" Tom frowned.
"Yes, there is just something in my heart telling me that its right," Harry nodded.
"I like to think I am intelligent enough to have learnt to listen to your heart. Alright," Tom nodded.
"Really?!" Harry asked excitedly.
"Yes really. We have our four godparents," Tom looked amused at Harry's excitement.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Harry littered kisses over Tom's face before pressing their lips together.
"I'm sure you can make it up to me later," Tom smirked as he deftly shifted them in a smooth move so that Harry was seated on top of him, his hand sliding underneath Harry's paternity shirt he had been forced into a week ago. Harry bit down firmer onto Tom's lip gaining a groan turned growl.
Needless to say they were a lot later to lunch than they had planned, and Harry had had a change of top and had glowing red cheeks which gave them away, as well as his swollen lips. He glared at the smirks Rabastan and Rodolphus gave him as he made his way to his seat, smacking a completely stunned looking Fenrir on the back of the head in retaliation to his snickering. Tom covered his mouth slightly to hide his own amused smile at the expression on Fenrir's face.
"My Lords, Healer Burns is being here," Missy curtseyed as she popped into the room twenty minutes later as Harry was just sitting back to sip the last of his lemon tea. Harry laughed when the rest of the table stood along with Tom and looked expectant.
"Come along then," Tom sighed looking put upon, but the excitement and eagerness in his red eyes were impossible to miss.
"Little help?" Harry sighed wiggling his fingers. Draco was there before anyone else could move and helped ease Harry to his feet considering he was struggling to stand by himself most of the time now. Tom looked thoughtfully at the younger Malfoy as he steadied Harry before letting him go. "Ready," Harry beamed sliding his fingers into Tom's.
"Ready," Tom gifted him with a small smile, bending to brush their lips together before they started down the hallway. The others chattering excitedly behind them.
"It smells as though the Death Eaters have started to assemble already," Fenrir told them falling into step as they walked.
"Assemble?" Harry asked looking between the two of them.
"They are here to find out how the baby is doing," Tom told him.
"They have been looking forward to today since last week," Lucius nodded.
"Everyone is getting excited for the birth now," Rabastan chuckled.
"Indeed, I believe eagerly anticipated is an understatement My Lords," Healer Burns grinned bowing as they stepped into the room he had been busy setting up for the last week. It looked like a single healers room, a comfortable looking bed was in the center with comfortable chairs down one end of the room, a couple by the bed. A tray had been settled next to the bed, a full potions cabinet that Severus himself had seen to was stocked with every single potion that might be needed, and a few that probably would never be needed for a birth, by the dozen. A small basinet sat waiting on a table top opposite the bed along with bits and pieces of equipment that Harry didn't want to look too closely at right now. The room had been painted in cream and a light golden colour, relaxing and soothing in a way Harry reckoned he would appreciate.
"The Prince is already loved by many," Severus told Harry squeezing his shoulder.
"Are you ready Lord Harry?" Healer Burns asked motioning to the bed.
"Whenever you are," Harry smiled a little nervously, he couldn't help it whenever they had a check up he was always nervous and shaky until Burns gave them the all clear.
"We will start with our normal checkup, make sure that everything is moving along nicely, and then we can have a listen to the heart beat and have a look," Burns smiled as Harry shuffled up onto the bed with a little help from Tom before the Dark Lord took a seat by the bed, only letting go of Harry's hand when Burns was ready to start the spells.
The others seated themselves in the chairs near by the door and watched eagerly as Burns started the examination. Harry reckoned that it was a good job that Burns was so confident in himself, he was sure anyone else would have wet themselves when being faced with the combined stares of Rabastan, Rodolphus, Lucius, Severus, Draco and Fenrir, never mind Tom's intent red eyes.
"Ok, your blood pressure is still a little high, but with everything that has been going on I would have expected that, never mind pregnancy. How is your back feeling?" Burns asked.
"Sore!" Harry grumbled with a faint glare.
"There is not much that we can do about that I am afraid, it is just your body making space for the baby," Burns smiled. "Ok, everything is completely fine. The baby is already starting to move into the birthing position, he has turned around, I think there is everything chance that he might come early, but there is nothing to worry about at all if he does, he is fully developed," Burns assured them before they could become worried.
"We're going to have to get the nursery set up sooner," Harry said worriedly as Burns started performing the spells to hear the heart beat of the baby and see the scan.
"Don't worry we'll be ready for when he comes," Tom soothed him.
"But..but we don't have a name!" Harry shook his head. His panic froze in place at the soft whooshing sound went through the room. "Never mind," He grinned, his eyes locked on the image that sprung to life over his stomach. All of them watched amazed as the baby shifted slightly in place, his small leg kicking out before he settled into his curled position.
"Oh wow…" Draco breathed from the end of the room leaning forwards as much as he could in his chair.
"He's…he's…" Tom breathed out stared at the image.
"He's?" Harry asked turning to look at Tom, reaching for his hand.
"So real," Tom laughed softly.
"Not long now and we will get to hold him in our arms," Harry wiped his eyes as he beamed at the image of their son. The next few weeks could not go fast enough!
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"My Lord?" A nervous looking Death Eater raced over to where Harry and Tom were seated underneath Harry's favourite tree with a names book watching the sunset. Harry had been busy pouting at Tom considering every name he had suggested had been turned down, while he had refused point blank to call their son Salazar.
Rabastan and Rodolphus quickly stepped out from where they had been smothering their laughter poorly at the arguments the two of them had been having. They stopped the Death Eater at a distance from their Lords, wands already drawn.
"What is it?" Tom asked, switching smoothly from Tom to Dark Lord.
"My Lords, Ronald and Charles Weasley just brought Hermione Granger in, she has been injured!" Harry was struggling to his feet and starting to make his way towards the manor before the Death Eater could finish. "Healer Burns is looking after her!" The Death Eater called as Tom jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist to help support him.
"Harry, please slow down!" Tom begged. He was fairly sure that Harry had not moved this quickly in nearly two months.
But Harry was completely focused on getting to the room and to Hermione. He wasn't aware of Tom, Rabastan and Rodolphus hovering around him worriedly, or of the three of them nearly having heart attacks as he raced up the stairs. He rapidly made his way through the corridors, those who had obviously heard the news and were gathered curiously in the hallways quickly moving out of the way for him. He raced into the room panting and found Charlie and Ron looking a little singed, however Hermione was lying on the bed unconscious with burns and cuts all over her face and her arms.
"Harry!" Ron and Charlie both hurried forwards looking concerned as a ruffled looking Dark Lord skidded to a halt in the doorway, the Lestrange brothers right behind.
"How is she? What the hell happened?!" Harry demanded.
"She is perfectly fine my Lord," All traces of playfulness and teasing was gone from Burns' face as he took in the crackling magic around Harry and the concern on his face. "I have put her into a sleep while I heal the burns as they would be quite painful, she will be asleep for the next twenty four hours, but there is no lasting damage and nothing that I can't heal,"
"Harry, we managed to grab her out of there before any serious damage could be done," Charlie reassured him wrapping his arms around his little brother and hugging him tightly.
"What happened?" He asked, feeling his heart rate calming down slightly finally.
"She attacked Dumbledore," Ron said in pure awe.
"She what?" Harry choked.
"He wasn't at all happy with the publication yesterday evening of the scan picture and the piece Rita wrote on how you are doing and how happy you are here with the Dark Lord. He started ranting and going on about you and the baby. Then he said…" Charlie drew off looking unsurely at the Dark Lord standing loomingly behind Harry, looking worried as to the reaction he was going to get.
"What did he say?" Harry asked calmly reaching back and threading his fingers blindly through Tom's. He had been practicing a little with his natural magic considering he had had to pretty much cut back on casting spells for the last week or so for the baby, and he had a little more control over his magic and he reached it out to twine over and around Tom's to try and keep him calm.
"He was talking about taking the baby to try and use him against you both," Charlie said in a rush, wincing when the air around them crackled in fury from both the soon to be parents.
"Hermione, she just, she snapped! She started throwing hexes and curses at Dumbledore before he even knew what was going on I think. He was so shocked he didn't have time to respond properly before she…" Ron paused shaking head, awe taking him over.
"She what?" Tom demanded.
"She froze his arm and then blasted it off!" Charlie laughed, perhaps a little hysterically.
"She…really?!" Harry gawped.
"Yup his wand arm! Pow! Clean off!" Ron made a big exploding motion with his hands.
"She blasted off his arm…" Harry repeated stunned.
"My Lords!" Draco skidded right passed the room before running into the room panting.
"Oh Merlin, what now?!" Harry groaned.
"We have started receiving letters from people about the baby from the newspaper report!" Draco managed to say between sucking in desperate breaths, behind him Fenrir raced into the room looking more ruffled than Harry had seen him, his normally neat grey hair was slightly ruffled out of its normal ponytail, strands hanging around his face and one standing upright comically.
"Is it bad?" Tom frowned.
"Yes but not in the way you are thinking. The wards are separating them by good and anything harmful or bad. We have set up people to go through both piles, taking names of any of the ones that are against the baby and yourselves. The other though are the problem," Fenrir coughed.
"The good ones?" Ron asked confused.
"Yes the good ones, at the minute we are on 796 and they are still coming in! From different countries all over the world, a lot of them with gifts for the baby and yourselves. So far the furthest country to send a letter is Germany, but my guess is once the newspapers reach other countries and their letters have time to reach us…we may need to call some more Death Eaters here to go through the post," Fenrir said a little frantically.
"Seven hundred and ninety…"
"Harry!" Everyone shouted as his knees threatened to give a little.
"I'm ok…I'm ok. Just a little….shocked," Harry blinked holding onto Tom's arms.
"Yes, My Lords there are a lot of requests coming in for audiences with you for allegiances, and there are hundreds of letters pledging loyalty to you both," Draco nodded.
"We're going to have to do something! That is the eighteenth cot, I think Severus is about to start hexing them! Do they think that you would not have a cot by now!" Lucius ranted stomping into the room, looking just as ruffled as Fenrir.
"Though the sight of Severus buried under so many baby clothes is quite amusing. Giving you ideas Lucius?" Fenrir smirked.
"Oh ew!" Draco groaned.
"I will summon some more Death Eaters and get them organized for going through all the baby things. I will be back as soon as possible, Burns make sure she has the best!" Tom said firmly.
"I'll be right here," Harry nodded. Tom sighed and gripped Harry's chin, his eyes scanning over him to make sure that Harry was really ok. Seeing that he was he pressed a firm kiss to Harry's lips before spinning and storming out the room. "Make sure to give me the memory of Tom sorting through all those baby things!" Harry hissed to Draco who grinned and nodded before hurrying out the room after Lucius and Fenrir.
"Hey," Ron smiled hugging his friend tightly, or well as much as he could with the bump between them.
"Hey, its so good to see you guys again," Harry sighed happily as Rabastan closed the door after the others and he and Rodolphus waved over a couple more chairs to beside the bed.
"Well, we're here to stay for a little while," Charlie grinned moving in for another hug.
"What?" Harry blinked trying not to get his hopes up.
"Well we had to grab Hermione and get her out of there. Luckily everyone was in so much shock, then kind of mass attacked that they couldn't really get a proper hit before we got to her. But its obvious whose side we're on when we rescued her. So, can't go back to headquarters," Ron shrugged.
"So we get to be here for when the baby comes!" Charlie said excitedly.
"Healer Burns reckons that he might be making an early arrival, so you might not have to wait that long. And you can help decorate the nursery!" Harry laughed as they both mock groaned.
"Doesn't your Dark Lord have an army of elves to do that?" Ron pouted.
"He does, but Harry wants the nursery put together by hand, and considering he's not allowed to, its our hands been sacrified," Rabastan echoed the pout.
"Not by hand, by family!" Harry waved them off as he straightened the blankets over Hermione when Burns stepped back, and so missed the stunned expression on the Lestrange brothers faces. The two present Weasley brothers did not, and they rolled their eyes grinningly at each other at Harry's ability to give people so much without realizing.
"I'll come back and check on her in a few hours, she is just sleeping now though while the potions work on her burns," Healer Burns assured Harry before he bowed politely and swept out the room.
Harry, Ron and Charlie chattered and caught up over the next couple of hours, easily drawing Rabastan and Rodolphus into the conversation. Harry had to hide his smirk when he noticed the looks being exchanged between Rodolphus and Charlie when they thought no one was looking, it looked as though he was going to have to extend his Cupid work passed two to four now. He caught Ron's eyes and grinned when the red head made a mock gagging expression. He had clearly seen it as well.
Harry was just halfway through a plate of fishfingers, custard and bbq sauce – at the same time – when Tom swept back into the room. Harry didn't even bother to try and smother down his chuckles at the sight of the Dark Lord looking so messy and flustered.
"1,560 letters, parcels and Merlin knows what else!" He huffed.
"I was fairly sure that some of them were about to start crying when you told them what their 'important and imperative mission' was," Fenrir snickered.
"What? I had to get them into the room somehow!" Tom defended seeing the expression on Harry's face.
"And then he just threw up wards to stop them from escaping when they saw the sacks of letters," Draco snorted before going wide eyed at the dark look he was shot by Tom. "Most inventive My Lord," He added seriously with a bow that had Harry, Ron, Charlie, Fenrir, Rabastan and Rodolphus burst out laughing.
"I preferred it when you were trying to get into my bed," Tom huffed. "OW!" He yelped before looking wide eyed at the glare Harry was giving him, a little stunned at being caught so off guard by the stinging hex.
"What was that?" Harry asked dangerously.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Tom said quickly.
"Oh! And how exactly did you mean it?" Harry raised an eyebrow and the others swore they could see the Dark Lord getting paler at the move.
"I just…I meant…see….he…I'm sorry," Tom gave in trying to come up with an excuse and reckoned going straight for an apology was the better part of valor.
"You're sorry!" Harry glared standing up.
"Yes?"
"Is that an answer or a question!?" Harry asked sharply.
"An answer, definitely an answer!" Tom said quickly knowing this was rapidly descending and finding no way out of it. The others were watching the exchange open mouthed and trying not to move too much in case Harry's anger was turned onto him.
"Are you sure or are you just saying that to appease me?" Harry's eyes narrowed further.
"Neither! I mean! No! Because I mean it! Because I mean it!" Tom groaned.
"Wonderful, you can mean it from the sofa!" Harry snapped before turning and storming out of the room.
"Harry!" Tom shouted rushing after him.
"Only Harry," Ron and Charlie said at the same time shaking their heads.
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"Tom. Tom!" Tom groaned as he woke up, blinking with the flickering light of the candle on his desk.
"Harry?" Tom hummed scrubbing his hand down his face to try and wake himself up.
"Will you come to bed?" Harry asked quietly. Tom realized that he was still in his office and going by the clock it was three in the morning. Harry was standing by his desk wearing only a nightshirt.
"I thought I was relegated to the sofa?" Tom asked sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"I'm so sorry," Harry sniffed looking so miserable that Tom reached out and gently eased his little Consort into his lap.
"Its alright, I know, its your hormones," Tom smiled kissing Harry tenderly.
"I didn't mean it, or about you never touching me again. I'm just all fat and swollen and sore and tired all the time!" Harry sniffed wrapping his arms around Tom's neck and buried his face into his strong shoulder.
"I know you're tired and sore. But you aren't fat, you're pregnant, and you look gorgeous for it! And I know you didn't mean it," Tom smiled lifting Harry's chin and brushing his long fingers over Harry's cheek.
"Then come to bed? I couldn't sleep without you there," Harry admitted quietly.
"Come on," Tom stood with Harry still in his arms and started making his way to their bedroom. After a small yelp Harry held onto Tom and relaxed against his warm body, trusting him to get him back to their bedroom safely. The warmth of Tom body and the soothing swaying of Tom walking quickly and easily lulled Harry into the sleep that had abandoned him without Tom by his side. Before he went to sleep he was aware of warm lips pressing to his forehead and whispered words of love in his ear.