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The Last Cucumber Sandwich

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“Are you going to eat that?” Draco asked, looking longingly at the plate between Harry and himself. A single cucumber sandwich remained from their dinner.

“You go ahead,” Harry smiled, pushing the plate over, overjoyed to see that his husband finally had an appetite. Draco had spent most of his first trimester either fast asleep or casting frantic anti-nausea spells. But, since reaching week twelve, Draco was full of sparkle.

Harry thought Draco was glowing.

“Thank you,” Draco said, smiling gratefully. He leant back in his chair and lay a hand on his growing tummy. “Baby still felt rather hungry.”