"You're a heathen, I swear you are." Voldemort said cursing at the man next to him. Harry only smiled into his pillow and continued to relax in the warm sunshine. He had convinced Voldemort to charm the ceiling to allow the sunlight in since he couldn't.
"Well, you should be glad I love you otherwise last night would have marked the beginning of you being a mother."
"You're like the energizer bunny, once I get you going you never fucking stop." Voldemort groaned as he rolled into Harry, blocking himself from the sun as his husband giggled next to him.
"The energizer bunny…I need to stop introducing you to muggle things. You make them seem so dirty."
"Hmm, that's because they are."
"Not in that way." Harry said laughing lightly. Voldemort merely rolled his eyes. The things Harry made him do, they were so demoralizing, he was so glad they were in private.
"Yes well, a change of subject. When do you think it'll be due?" He asked as he rested a hand on the man's stomach. Harry shrugged.
"Any day they said. It could happen tonight at dinner you never know." Harry let his hands draw patterns on the silky sheets. He smiled slightly when he felt a kick to his stomach and Voldemort's hand did its best to tight its hold on his swollen stomach.