𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 || 𝐃.𝐌

Chapter 88

-Third Person POV-

Y/n was now 4 months pregnant and it was the longest month she reached, and there were no signs of any miscarriage in her body. She had taken great care of herself, eating healthy, sleeping fully 8hrs(sometimes 10hrs), and Draco and her would go to St. Mungo's to check on the child inside her belly.

Today was the day that they are going to St. Mungo's and Y/n was diving over to her clothes, finding something that could fit her, but all of her clothes rejected her.

"Draco!" She called, sadness woven in her voice.

"Yes?" He said.

Draco went to the walk-in closet of their bedroom, buttoning his shirt. Then he looked at her in surprise, seeing that many of her clothes(Well, all of her clothes) were scattered on the floor, piled up, and she was still in her bathrobe. What made him worry more is that she was sobbing.

"Why are crying?" His voice softened as he went closer to her, looking at the empty cabinet in front of her.

"I'm sorry, it's my hormones." She sobbed. "But I have nothing to wear. I couldn't— I couldn't get any into it, any of these." She pointed at the large pile of her clothes.

Draco chuckled, seeing how adorable his wife was, how adorable she is when she's crying over the clothes she cannot wear.

"Don't you have dresses?" He asked.

"I do have but—" She pressed her lips together. "My waist doesn't fit like it used to." She sighed. "Does mother still keep her maternity clothes?" She looked at her husband whilst holding rubbing her belly.

"She already had donated it after I was a month old," Draco told.

A sigh left her lips and her eyes gazed back to the empty cabinet in front of them.

"Now, what am I going to wear?" She sniffed, wiping the tears off her cheeks with the back of her fingers.

Draco skipped his step on the Y/n's pile of clothes that were scattered around the floor and stepped on the empty floor as he opened a drawer, where he kept all his hoodies and sweaters. He knew how much Y/n loves knitted sweaters, so he pulled one of his knitted sweaters and handed it to his wife.

"Here," He smiled. "We'll just buy you some clothes later after your appointment."

"Thank you," She looked at him softly and smiled sweetly at him.

"Do you have any pants or skirt that could fit you?"

"I do have." She replied. "The top was only my problem, though." She went over her pile of clothes. "I have this one skirt that I don't use because it's too large for my waist— Ahh, there it is." She pulled out a dark blue skirt that has the length of her knees. "This will go well to your beige sweater." She smiled.

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Y/n was sitting down on the couch, rubbing her baby bump gently.

She was already 5 months pregnant and she couldn't stop the excitement she felt in her heart. She's excited to see her baby. She doesn't know the baby's gender yet, but she doesn't care, as long as she has a child, whom she could claim as hers.

Draco, however, was at Diagon Alley, buying the food that Y/n was craving; cake, ice cream, mangoes, chocolate, and strawberries. Although, Draco was having a hard time finding mangoes, especially when it is not its season for mangoes. So, he fled to the muggle world in hopes that he could find some for his wife.

And Daisy— Daisy was lying down in front of the fireplace, sleeping because Y/n was bored and she feels lazy to do anything today, and so, Daisy chose to sleep and hoped that maybe when she woke up, Y/n will be able to play with her.