As I lie down on my back, looking up at the white ceiling, I am reminded of the first time Draco and I had sex. 

Especially as he is stood above me, looking down as anxiously at me as he did that first time. 

It makes me feel strangely nostalgic and sad, and I want to tell him that, but I can't because not only would it be wildly inappropriate with his wife and the sonographer in the room, but it would also mean admitting that those feelings I have for him haven't faded at all. 

So, instead, I close my eyes and gasp when cold jelly is suddenly smothered on my stomach.

"Are you okay?" Draco asks, alarm in his voice. "Is it the baby?"

"It's just the jelly," I laugh. "It's cold and it tickles."

His face relaxes at once. Merlin, he's really going to be a seriously over protective father. Poor kid.

"Let's just be grateful he won't be at the birth," Astoria tuts, rolling her eyes. 

She takes my hand and smiles down at me. "We've got this, darling, haven't we."

I hear Draco very quietly scoff. I daren't look at him.

"If you look at the screen," the sonographer, a very young bespectacled boy in a white coat, says, pointing to the monitor next to him. "You will be able to see your baby. I think..."

Frowning, he presses the scanner firmer down on my stomach. 

"What do you mean, you think?" Draco demands.

Sensing him getting riled up, I reach up and touch his arm. "Draco, it's okay. Just give him a moment."

"I'm sorry, this is actually my first time doing this without a supervisor," the boy blushes.

"Well, this won't do!" Astoria bristles. "How old are you? Are you still at school? Draco, I really think you should go and find someone who can-"

"Ah!" The boy says quickly, nearly dropping the scanner. "Here it is."

We all squint at the monitor where he is pointing to a blob on the screen. "Your baby."

Merlin, Astoria was right about this. It could be literally anything. My first guess certainly wouldn't have been a baby at any rate.

Although Astoria must be able to see something I can't because she starts gasping and crying.

"What a little darling! I cannot believe I'm seeing my baby for the first ever time! It's so beautiful. Can we have pictures? I would like four hundred copies please. I'm going to turn them all into Christmas cards and send them to everyone I know."

What the absolute fuck?! I hope she is not including me in this horrifying activity. 

I glance up at Draco to see if he's just as dumbfounded as me. But he doesn't even seemed to have heard her. His gaze rests on the screen, a look of pure tenderness on his face. 

I look away feeling guilty that I caught him. But he puts his hand on my shoulder and I know he saw me. It takes me everything I have not to rest my cheek against the back of his hand.

Astoria is too busy bossing the poor sonographer around to notice. So I do it, sighing as skin touches skin. He keeps his hand on my shoulder and I notice the slight tightening of his grip.

He swiftly removes it when Astoria whirls back around to face us. My shoulder suddenly feels empty. 

"While we wait for the sonographer to go and print off my order, why don't you take some pictures of Harper and me, Draco? We can put them in the pregnancy diary under 'first scan'."

"No!" I say, suddenly sitting up. "I don't want my photo in the pregnancy diary!"

"Oh, don't be silly! Of course you should be in it! Our baby will want to know where they come from."

"When you say our baby," Draco asks, his tone dangerous, "Who are you talking about exactly?"

Astoria looks momentarily flustered at Draco's question. "Well me. Of course." She pauses to give a nervous cough. "And... you."

She looks at neither Draco or me when she says this last part, suddenly more interested in an invisible piece of lint on her blouse. 

Draco loudly puffs out air between his lips. I look up at him and can tell he is battling whether to blow a gasket or not. 

"I'm going to go." He says instead, shrugging on his jacket. "I trust my presence is no longer needed here."

He glances at me. 

I fucking need you, I want to scream. But, instead, I shake my head.

"Fine." he snips, clearly hurt. "Enjoy the rest of your pregnancy." 

He storms out without another word. 

"Such a moody man," Astoria tuts once the door slams shut behind him. "He never seems capable of exiting a room without dramatics. It's tiresome. Honestly, I don't know how his mother puts up with him."

"Why did you marry him?" I ask. "I mean I know it is a marriage of convenience, but you don't seem to like him at all."

"That's because I don't. He's moody, stubborn, and only thinks with his cock. Men like that disgust me. The only thing he's got going for him is his fortune. You know, I don't think I've even seen him crack a single smile since we've been married."

"He agreed to impregnate a surrogate for you." I remind her, "Isn't that a nice thing to do?"

Astoria laughs. "Oh please! The only reason he agreed to it is because it gave him a free pass to shag about. Not that that stopped him before anyway."

"I thought you said he was being fussy about accepting a surrogate? That doesn't sound like someone who wants to shag about."

"Well, okay, maybe he was fussy about that. But I know he was paying strippers to do more than give him a lap dance. Daphne told me what he and Blaise get up to there."

I don't like what she is saying. I feel jealous as fuck at the thought of Draco doing that. Especially as he went to a strip club the night before our last fuck. I suddenly picture him touching a stripper with petite, perky tits, lusting after her, wanting her, throwing gold at her feet while she sinks down on his cock and rides him to release.

Just like he did with me.

"Harper," Astoria asks, looking at me in alarm, "Are you alright? You've gone awfully green."

I shake myself out of this mental hell. 

"I'm fine," I lie. "Just a touch of morning sickness."

*****

I cannot seem to escape the image of Draco paying strippers to fuck him. For some reason it makes me feel both insanely jealous and horny. Thinking about him doing that makes me think about the times he did it with me and it is driving me crazy.

"Oh, you're at that stage." Ginny smirks knowingly when I explain to her how I am feeling during one of our coffee shop meets. "AKA Harry's favourite stage. He has even marked it on the calendar. We've still got two months to go."

"Ginny, what the fuck are you talking about?" 

"You know, the stage in pregnancy when your hormones take you on a completely wild ride. Literally. One minute you hate them and the next you can't stop riding them. Angry sex." 

Her eyes glint wickedly and I shrink back in horror, realising she is picturing riding Harry's cock.

"Fat lot of good that will do me, anyway," I sulk. "Who am I supposed to release my frustrations on."

"Well, it's pretty clear who you want to release your frustrations on. But unfortunately he is married."

"Not happily."

"Not the point, Harper." Ginny mutters. "If Draco doesn't want to be married to her anymore, then he can always get a divorce. Otherwise it's just plain cheating."

"But he's been doing it anyway!"

"So?" 

"Astoria knows all about the strippers. And, of course, about me."

"But you said she was angry about the strippers. And with you, well that was entirely weird. Sorry. But who the fuck decides to have a child like that? She obviously gets jealous if she is angry about the strippers. So why pay someone to seduce your husband into impregnating them?"

"It was a mutual agree-"

"Yes, we all know that it was an agreement, Harper." Ginny mutters, rolling her eyes. "Merlin, you've only mentioned it every other sentence. The point is, him riding out your hormones during pregnancy wasn't part of that agreement. In fact, Astoria specifically asked you to stay away from each other during this time. And quite understandably so."

"What am I supposed to do?" I cry, desperate for sex.

"Go play with your dildo. At least it doesn't make a mess."

"Astoria sleeps in my room." I cry, the pain real.

"For fuck's sake, what a weird bitch. Not being funny but it sounds like she wants to be your dildo."

I cough loudly as Astoria skips over to our table after taking a piss break.

"What have I missed?" Astoria asks, beaming. "Anything juicy?"

*****