Nothing belongs to me.
V: Doorway
"Well, are you going to lurk in the doorway all night or are you going to fork over those bloody nachos?"
This was not the thank you Draco was expecting from his very pregnant wife, for whom he had just Floo-ed across the Atlantic Ocean in dire search of a Taco Bell.
Biting back the angry retort, waiting, on the tip of his tongue, Draco crossed the threshold and plopped down next to his wife.
"About time! Did you remember the jalapenos?"
"Yes, Gummybear..."
The crazed rant he had rehearsed on the way home was forgotten as he watched her wolf down the cheesy stuff like a starved hyena. Compared to having to witness this, snuggling didn't seem too bad of a reward.
"Hun, did you find the marshmallow creme like I asked?"
"Yes, Gummybear..."
Draco was sure the Healer had said that the cravings would not occur past the second trimester, but he decided not to question his wife.
As annoying as Ginny could be, Draco did not want to have to sleep on the couch again.