The sound of an eighteen year old blond boy screaming filled the halls of St. Mungos.

"POTTER YOU FUCKING CUNT, GET BACK HERE WITH MY CHOCOLATE MILK!"

Harry scurried back to his husbands room and gave him his milk. "Baby-"

"Don't. Stop right there, don't fucking try." Draco hissed. "Don't 'baby' me, I'm all sweaty and gross and in pain!"

Harry looked at the healer. "Give him more pain medication."

He looked down at Draco while the healer got medication. "Draco, love, breathe with me, okay?" He told him softly, offering his hand.

Draco whimpered and held his hand tightly, copying how Harry was breathing. "I hate you." He whimpered.

"I know," he kissed his hand. "It'll be over soon, okay?"

Draco nodded. "Give me kisses," he whined.

Harry leaned down and peppered soft kisses to his face and head, making Draco hum happily and curl up to him. His happiness lasted about two seconds before he had another contraction.

He yelled out in pain. "SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING BITCH, GET ME THAT PAIN MEDICATION!"

Harry kissed his head and squeezed his hand, making Draco whine and toss his head back on the bed. "You're so lucky we're married, Harry."

"I am lucky were married. Have I told you you look beautiful?" He asked for the twelfth time in the last hour. None the less, it made Draco smile.

"No," he grinned.

Harry smiled softly. "Well you are. You look stunning, baby. I think you've even lost some weight."

"Really?" Draco perked up, looking at his body. "What about the baby?"

Harry waved him off. "The baby automatically adds extra weight. I'm talking about without the belly. When they spell this stomach off of you, you're going to look so thin,"

"Really?" Draco asked happily. "I think I did loose some weight. Must have been that diet."

Yeah, if eating chocolate covered cereal bars and drinking a gallon of chocolate milk a day counts as a diet.

"Must have, baby." Harry said softly, kissing his head.

Draco groaned and held Harry's hand tightly as he had another contraction. It was less painful since pain medication was being pumped into him. "Harry," he whined

"Shh, baby. Breath for me, okay?" Harry asked, trying to keep him breathing for him and the baby.

Draco nodded and kept breathing, waiting for a doctor to come in to give him a c-section. Soon, the healer did come in, making Draco give a small noise of happiness.

However that happiness ended when the healer started talking. "Mr. Potter, we need to have you do a natural birth. We cannot perform a c-section, at risk of hurting the baby."

Draco groaned and turned to Harry. "Fuck you."