Harry screamed bloody murder as he came. Voldemort below him, enjoying the rarity of Harry riding him.
"I will never, ever, get sick of you doing that." Voldemort said in between pants. He shuddered though as he felt something warm fall over his erection.
"Fuck," Harry muttered as he fell into Voldemort, his face hidden in the man's neck.
"Water?" Harry nodded and Voldemort heaved himself up; carrying Harry bridle style as he yelled for the healer he had taken on because of Harry's pregnancy.
The first contraction gripped Harry, who gripped Voldemort; which was a bad thing because of the place he grabbed. Voldemort almost doubled over in pain and hoped Harry would let go of his pride soon.
"You are never fucking me again Voldemort. I swear to Merlin." The man in threaten cringed, he wasn't even in labor yet. Oi the things his Harry would be saying.
And two hours later, Merlin's beard was he making that an understatement.
"IF YOU EVER EVEN GET NEAR ME AGAIN, I'LL HEX OFF YOUR BITS! VOL'MORT!!" Harry screamed as he pushed for the umpteenth time. He'd lost count after the pain became unbearable.
Voldemort was sitting next to him; well he was forced to be there actually since Harry had a death grip on his arm.
"YOU HIPPOGRIFF SUCKING, BASILICK FUCKING, GAINT WHORING BUGGER!! IF ANYTHING EVEN RESEMBLING LUST OR TOUCH COMES FROM YOU AGAIN I'LL KILL YOU!!" Voldemort winced as his hand was crushed, but with a final scream the pressure was released and there was an echo – a much smaller scream. A baby's wailing.
There seemed to be a moment when time slowed down, as if the highlight of that one moment in time was the crying baby. Their baby. The one he and Harry had conceived; that was now screaming it's little head off. He almost couldn't believe reality.
"It's a baby girl." That seemed to be the time where Harry passed out from exhaustion and Voldemort finally realized he was a parent, because his soul literally ached as he held his daughter.