A/N: I'm back! Been a loooooooong time since I've updated. I'm so sorry for the wait! I've just been really busy lately and I have finally caught enough of a break to post. As usual, please review! Thanks for your patience!

4 months later

Draco gave an exasperated sigh as he threw his last clean shirt on the floor. He looked down at his swollen belly in extreme distaste. "Because of you," he growled. "I have absolutely nothing to wear!"

The bathroom door creaked as Harry stepped out. He tossed the damp towel he was using to dry his hair into the hamper. He chuckled when he saw the blonde standing in front of his dresser in nothing but his green plaid boxers. "Having a wardrobe malfunction?" he asked.

Draco whipped his head around, his bangs partially hiding a glare. "It's not funny, Harry!" he snapped. "This little monster has made me ridiculously fat!" Draco crossed his arms and pouted; something he had been doing quite often. "It's not fair."

Harry walked over and wrapped his arms around his pregnant lover's shoulders. He pecked Draco on the cheek. "What's not fair?"

Draco reached up and wiped the kiss away along with a few tears of frustration. "Why did this happen to me? Why not you?"

The dark-haired man smirked. "You are on the bottom a lot."

Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged himself out of Harry's grasp. "Nice, Harry."

Harry held up his hands defensively. "You asked."

The fair-skinned man flopped down on his back on the bed. "Well, after this kid is out of me, that's going to change."

Harry sat next to his husband who was staring up at the ceiling. "Oh, really?"

"Yes," said Draco matter-of-factly. "I'm so NOT going through this again."

Harry put a hand on Draco's belly. "But you look so adorable carrying my child." He flinched when the blonde slapped his arm. Harry looked at him wide-eyed. "What's your problem today?"

Draco's head shot up; his eyes cold, hard, grey stones. "You think you can claim the baby already? What have you done for it?"

"Well, uh..."

"Exactly! You're not the one who looks like a fucking whale! I've had to carry this thing for seven months, and I still have two more to go! I'm the one doing all the work here!"

Harry waited a few seconds before responding. "I have to deal with you. You haven't exactly been the best person to be around." He grunted as Draco pushed him off the bed.

"You're sleeping on the couch."

Harry stood up and brushed himself off. "Alright. Fine. I deserve that."

"Damn right you do."

As Harry walked toward the door to leave he heard a sniffle. He stopped with his hand on the door frame. "Are you okay?" he asked without turning.

"Yes," Draco replied. Harry remained unconvinced as he heard his voice rise an octave.

The green-eyed man turned to see Draco's face covered with tear streaks. Draco saw Harry out of the corner of his bloodshot eye and furiously started wiping away the evidence. Harry walked back to the bed and pulled up the highly emotional man. He caressed Draco's hand in his own and locked his green gaze with his husband's grey one. "Everything's going to be fine, love," he said soothingly. "In a couple of months a lot is going to change. Your body will return to its normal state, your emotions won't run your life, and I will be able to help with the baby." Harry lifted the blonde's slender hands and kissed each one. "The only thing that won't change is my undying love for you."

"Oh, Harry," Draco said in a small voice.

"I just want you to know that you're not in this alone. We're in this together."

Draco instantly wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. He squeezed even tighter when he felt fingers combing through his disheveled platinum blonde hair. "I love you, Harry," he whispered.

"I love you too. And I'm very proud of you."

"You're still sleeping on the couch tonight."

Harry chuckled. His baritone voice calmed Draco as he placed his head on Harry's chest. "I figured as much."

The two lovers stood like this for a few minutes before Draco loosened his grip and sighed. "There's still one problem, Harry."

"And what would that be?"

"I still have nothing to wear!"
"You're seven months into this, Draco. Did it seriously take you this long to realize you would need new clothes?"

"No."

"Then what have you been wearing for the past four months?"

"Your hoodie and sweatpants," said Draco with a shrug.

"Why mine?"

"Because, at the time, you were bigger than me, and I could make them stretch out far enough."

"Do I need to buy you some of your own on my lunch break today?"

Draco nodded. "Yes please."

"The usual green?"

"Of course."

The two men unraveled from each other. Draco grabbed his bathrobe and held Harry's hand as they walked down the stairs together. Harry pecked Draco on the lips as he took his cloak off the coat peg. "I'll see you around noon," he said as he opened the front door.

"Don't forget my sweats!" hollered Draco after him

Harry nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Noted."

Draco stood in the doorway until Harry disapparated. "He'll forget," he told himself after walking into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. "That's why I sent Jezz an owl earlier telling her about my predicament." He pulled the milk out of the fridge and reached for a cereal bowl. "It'll be a cold day in Hell before she forgets a chance to go clothes shopping."

Around noon that same day

Draco had just finished putting Harry's sandwich together when the front door opened. "I'm ho-" the black-haired man interrupted his own sentence. "Fuck."

Draco came out with the sandwich in hand. It took everything in his power not to smirk. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, uh, nothing."

"You forgot the sweats, didn't you?"

His shoulders lowered. "Yeah. Sorry."

Draco wanted to pretend he was mad, but he couldn't. "It's okay, babe. I sent a message to Jezz requesting some."

Harry smiled. "So, you knew I would forget?"

"I had a hunch."

Harry's gaze moved to the sandwich in his husband's hand. "Is that for me?" Draco nodded and handed it to him. Harry wrapped his arm around the blonde's neck and kissed his forehead. "This is why I love you. You know me all too well."

Draco placed a hand on Harry's chest and pecked his cheek. "I love you two."

They walked in the living room and sat on the couch together. Harry ate a bite of his sandwich before asking, "So, will we be seeing Jezz today?"

"No. She sent me the sweats via owl," Draco leaned forward and grabbed something off the coffee table. "Here was her note:

"Brother Dear,

I had these already because I just knew you would need them! Guess that's one of our shared traits, huh? You knew he would forget and I knew you would need t hem. It's like we can predict the future! Ha ha, just kidding. We just know others well. Anyway, I sent these by owl because I've been very busy lately due to working overtime at the store. I don't know if I'll see you before my niece is born, but you are under obligation to let me know when you go to the hospital. You will face my wrath if you don't!

Love you,

Jezzabella XOXOX "

Harry sighed. "She really wants a niece, doesn't she?"

Draco chuckled as he put the note back. "Yup. I'd hate to see her if it's a boy."

Harry smiled. "We'd have to go away for a while."

Draco yawned and placed his head on the raven-haired man's shoulder. "Sounds good."

After about 5 minutes, Harry could hear Draco snoring lightly. He smiled and ate the rest of his sandwich in almost complete silence.

A/N: Again, I am so so so so so so so sorry that I fell of the planet temporarily. I love you guys! I'll have more stories up soon!