Epilogue:

"I don't want to go…These robes don't fit right. I look like a fucking whale," I whined, tugging on the too tight fabric that covered my swollen abdomen.

Everything I owned was tight. I had the misfortune of being eight months pregnant with our second child, a boy, on the five-year anniversary of the war. I hated these yearly Ministry galas at the best of times, but with my unborn son crushing my lungs and giving me the appearance of hiding a watermelon under my robes, I didn't want to go more than ever.

"You look radiant," Draco said, from his position looking over my shoulder. He tenderly caressed my neck and nuzzled my cheek.

"No, I look like a cow. A fat cow," I protested.

"You could never look like a cow," he reassured.

"I do. We don't have to go. I'm pregnant. They'll understand," I said.

"You do need to go. Those war orphans are giving you an award for philanthropy and they look up to you. I know you don't want to let the children down, especially because it's your presence that brings in all the donations," he reminded me.

I groaned. I'd hate myself if I didn't go and he knew it.

"Come on, none of that. Do I need to remind you of all those fancy charity banquets I untended for you when I was pregnant with Lily? And that was right after the war, when there was one every other week! Everyone was looking at me like I'd imperused you, while it was all I could do not to vomit from the smell of all that food! And I had to pretend I was fine, because it was too soon and we didn't want everyone to know we were pregnant," he retorted.

Draco had gotten pregnant with our daughter Lily the very first time we had sex. He'd wanted a boy and been convinced we were having a boy, because Malfoys always have boys first. But then when he found out she was a girl, he'd done a complete one-eighty and was through the roof with joy over having a little princess. Lily has been the light in his eyes since before she was born.

Being pregnant with Lily had been really hard on Draco. He'd been ridiculously sick the first six months and then miserably uncomfortable for the remaining three months. It was so bad, he vowed he'd never get pregnant again. It didn't matter that Lily was a girl, because he had no problem with being the first Malfoy in over two thousand years to leave the family estate to a female heir. He never took me serious when I said I'd carry the next baby, because my job as an Auror was too dangerous. But then I turned up pregnant after a night when we'd gotten a bit carried away and he was instantly excited.

I was on leave from the Auror Corps, of course. It was nice, because it gave me a chance to stay home with Lily. It also gave Draco the chance to leave the house and be the bread-winner for a while. He was enjoying his job as a professional potion brewer at the local apothecary in Wiltshire, but he was also quick to tell me that he was willing to quit his job to stay home with our children, whenever I want to go back to work. The offer was reassuring, but I was at a point in my life where I was happy to stay home for a while.

"And remember how I always got you out of there early, with one excuse or the other? I used to blame it on Teddy, before we told people about Lily," I replied, catching his eye in the mirror.

"You only did that, because you wanted to leave early. But fine, we can leave early."

"And if we also arrive late…" I hedged, aiming to talk my way out of going at all.

"Now, now, none of that. We're ready. Lily is looking forward to showing off her new dress. You wouldn't want to deprive her, would you?" he asked, laying his hands on my huge baby bump.

"Fine!" I conceded, not at all happy about it.

"Good. And if you're good, I'll give you some cock up your arse tonight," he offered, pressing his groin into my arse.

I moaned, instantly hard. He was soft, but I could feel his meat there, pressing against my arse. I had been insatiably horny this whole pregnancy. Normally, I loved getting fucked by my husband, but the pregnancy hormones had amplified it exponentially. I craved his cock and wanted it as much as I could get it. It was a good thing he'd gotten over his hang-ups in bed, before he'd gotten me pregnant, or I probably would've combusted with need and want by now.

For the first few years, we'd taken it slow in bed, meaning that I was the exclusive top and most of the time he was in control. But we'd slowly worked up to him penetrating me and ever since we had, he's done most of the topping. He was pretty versatile in bed, liking it both ways, as long as he was in charge. But because I preferred to bottom, he ended up doing most of the topping. And he was okay with that, no longer the asexual boy I'd fallen in love with. It was unbelievable how much he'd changed when it came to intimacy and sex. He was completely healed now and it was wonderful.

Just as I was grinding my arse back into him, wondering if I could convince him to fuck me before the gala, Lily came bouncing into the room in her poufy princess dress.

Lily had long blond hair, green eyes, and was the perfect mix of me and Draco.

"Daddy! Father! Can we go to the party now?" Lily asked with a whine.

"Fine! All right. Let's just go," I said moodily, separating my body from my sexy husband. Lily's presence was like throwing a wet blanket on a fire. I loved her, but I couldn't think about sex when she was in the room.

"Yay!" Lily exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly.

Draco chuckled. "Come on you two, to the floo," he said, herding us towards the fireplace. "The Weasleys will be wondering where we are."

Draco tolerated my friends. It surprised me at first, especially the first Weasley family dinner after the war. It didn't come naturally to him and he'd looked quite uncomfortable, like he was fighting off a panic attack, the whole time. But he'd put in a lot of effort and tried his best to be charming and polite and it'd paid off. He was now on speaking terms with all the Weasleys and was even good friends with Angelina, George's wife.

"Hermione probably convinced Ron to stay home with baby Rose…" I said as I paused in front of the fireplace, implying that we should do the same.

My two best friends had gotten married a few years ago. Three months ago, they'd had my goddaughter, Rose.

"No luck. Molly has Rose for the night. It's their first real date since having the baby," Draco informed me.

I groaned, knowing that I had no support. I had to go.

"Besides, you like honoring war heroes and raising money to help orphans," Draco added.

"And they have treacle tart!" Lily exclaimed, getting in on the goading. She loved treacle tart just as much as I did.

"Fine, let's go," I conceded, taking a pinch of floo powder.

We went and I was glad we did. The children cheered me up and made me forget about how miserably pregnant I was, for a while at least. And when my back started hurting, Draco kept his word and took me home early. Lily was disappointed she only got to eat two helpings of dessert, but she had a good time while we were there. She was also happy to have her grandparents read her stories and put her to bed, so that Draco could fulfill his other promise to me.

Author's Note: I have a couple ideas I've been working on, so I will probably start posting a new story next week, or the week after. Keep an eye out. Please Review!