Summary: "It's a gift you and Fenrir have been given, Harry. This child is a gift." Harry is pregnant with his mate's baby. Mpreg and slash. Beta-ed.

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mpreg and non-explicit slash. Alternative universe.

I don't own Harry Potter. I have never owned Harry Potter. There is an excellent chance that I will never own Harry Potter. Please do not sue. I also do not own the music I have placed at the beginning of each month. Their respective artists own these songs.

Thanks to Aindel S. Druida for being such an amazing and encouraging beta-reader. If it wasn't for her, this story would have been marred with mistakes and typos. Thank you so much.

Phew, this is the last chapter of the story. That makes me so sad but also relieved. This will be the first multi-chapter story I have ever written for fan-fiction and I'm glad I finished it relatively quick. If you think there should be a sequel, then please send a review and tell me. I'd be more than happy to do one.

Also, just to warn you, the first part of this chapter is full of fluffiness. I don't know how it got so sweet, but it is. I wrote it in English class (when I was supposed to be listening to my teacher's lecture) instead of in the comfort of my own home, so that might have affected it.

So, without further adieu, I would like to present the last chapter of Wolf Like Me.

Wolf Like Me

Part Five

April

Life is not a highway strewn with flower. Still it holds a goodly share of bliss when the sun gives way to April showers. Here is the point you should never miss. Though April showers may come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May. So if it's raining, have no regrets, because it isn't raining rain, you know, it's raining violets, and where you see clouds upon the hills, you soon will see crowds of daffodils. So keep on looking for a blue bird, and listening for his song, whenever April showers come along. And where you see clouds upon the hills, you soon will see crowds of daffodil. So keep on looking for a blue bird, and listening for his song, whenever April showers come along.

-Sugarland

By his ninth month, Harry's stomach had swelled like a balloon, and a lead balloon at that. At least, that was how Harry felt. Everything in his body was swollen and sore, from his feet, which he swore had gone up two sizes in one month, to his now horribly plump face.

Fenrir had been wonderful, if not a little anxious, at the last stage of his mate's pregnancy. When Romulus, who had been checking up on Harry every week now, ordered bed rest, Fenrir had readily agreed. Fenrir waited on his mate with such tenderness and obvious care, that the hormonal boy was moved to tears by the blatant show of love.

"What do you think the baby's name should be?" Harry asked one night while they were both lying in bed, Fenrir's hand caressing Harry's stomach.

The alpha shrugged, "Depends on whether the baby is a boy or girl, I suppose."

"Would you care either way?"

There was a pause before Fenrir answered, "Not really, no. A boy, I guess. A son would be easier."

Harry furrowed his brow, puzzled by the man's response to his question. "Why would a son be easier than a daughter?"

"I'm used to being around boys," Fenrir leant down to kiss Harry's stomach. "There are more boys in the pack than girls. I think I'd be much better at raising a boy."

Harry gave Fenrir a sweet smile and Fenrir could feel his heart slowly start to melt at the stunning grin. "I think you'd be a great father even if the baby turns out to be a girl."

The sides of the man's mouth twitched until it turned into a fully out beam. He kissed Harry on the lips as he said, "Thanks, Harry."

OOO

Sam cooked the birthday cake, even though Harry had told her that he would be more than happy to make it. Sam refused, telling Harry that he should be off his feet resting since he was so heavy with child. Today was Fenrir's birthday and the whole pack was preparing to celebrate their alpha's special day.

Out of pure boredom, the pregnant boy drew his mate a birthday card, making sure to put dozens of hearts on the outside. Feminine? Sure, but he was pregnant and thought he could get away with it while he could.

Fenrir despised his birthday. It meant that he had one less year to live, one less year to experience new things and, worst of all, one less year to spend time with Harry and his soon to be born child. He could feel himself growing older, as well. His joints ached and creaked when he got up too fast or lifted very heavy things. The loss of memory was also getting to him. He'd find himself forgetting where he put things or miss talking with someone because he couldn't recall the conversation with the person who he said he would talk with. The alpha very much wanted this birthday to come and pass quietly, but no, Harry insisted that they celebrate it.

Harry said that this was a great occasion for him and that they should celebrate everyone's birthday to show that they love and appreciate them. Fenrir scoffed but, when Harry gave him wide, pleading eyes, he agreed.

At the moment, all of the werewolves were sitting on a long, wooden table, singing Happy Birthday to Fenrir.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Fenrir. Happy birthday to you!"

Fenrir rolled his eyes in annoyance at the singing but blew out the candles, wishing his pack, his mate and his baby well in the coming year. They all clapped and, like the wolves they sometimes were, started to devour the piece of cake in front of them.

He looked to see if Harry was demolishing the food like everyone else but instead he saw his mate wince in pain.

"Harry," he didn't bother to mask the concern in his voice and face. "Are you okay?"

The boy looked up and forced a smile, one hand rubbing his back. "Of course, Fenrir. It's just the false labor pains that I've been getting for a while. Remember? Romulus said that was normal. Don't worry about me, love. Enjoy your birthday."

Harry gave Fenrir a kiss that could never be called innocent. Fenrir touched Harry's face, "Are you tired? We can go to bed now."

"But don't you want to stay here so you can celebrate your birthday?"

Fenrir shook his hand, standing up and taking Harry's swollen hand and guiding him into the bedroom. "I've celebrated my birthday already, Harry. You're here with me and that's the only thing I could ever ask for."

A low chuckle came from Harry. "You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?"

Fenrir nodded, taking off his clothes until he was nude and slipped into their bed. He patted to the side of the bed, silently asking Harry to join him. Harry complied, keeping his boxers and shirt on for warmth. With one last kiss, they turned to their respective sides and fell asleep.

OOO

There is a moment before you wake up that you feel that you are hovering on the surface of consciousness and slumber. During that moment, you're confused and feel out of place, but when blankets cover you and your pregnant mate is by your side, it's not all that bad.

As soon as Fenrir woke up, the sun just starting to rise, he noticed that Harry was not there with him. Alarmed, he jumped out of bed, trying to track down his mate. He followed Harry's scent to the bathroom and opened the door.

Harry was in the bath, completely naked and eyes closed. Fenrir could hear Harry breathe a contented sigh as he rested his hands on his stomach.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled at his mate. "You're awake, Fenrir."

"Yeah, I'm surprised that you are though. You've been really tired lately. What got you to wake up so early?"

Harry shrugged, smiling. "Don't know. Just thought I should get up."

Fenrir muttered an agreement and knelt into the bathtub, his knee getting wet. He kissed Harry on the mouth, stroking his hair. Harry's body was tense and when the boy let out a groan of pain, Fenrir immediately stopped, concerned for his nine months pregnant mate.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry's head fell down, wet hair falling into his eyes. "I've been having contractions since dinner and my water broke a couple of hours ago."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me? I mean," Fenrir snapped, his eyes more worried than angry. "Honestly. That's something you tell someone, Harry!"

Fenrir got up from the bath, pulling out a towel from the cabinet and handed it to Harry. Harry wrapped the towel around his body as he stepped out of the tub.

"Relax, love. The contractions are really far between right now. Besides, warm water helps the cramps I'm getting. Romulus recommended it."

"Romulus! We need to get Romulus, now." Fenrir was in full-on panic mode now.

Harry, surprisingly remained calm through his ordeal, said, "He told me that he was going to stay nearby. Just send one of the others to get him," He touched Fenrir on the hand. "It's going to be fine."

Fenrir's face turned red. He was the one who should be telling Harry that it was going to be alright, not the other way around. Deciding to put on a brave front, he replied, "That's true. I'll go get one of them, okay? Just stay on the bed. Get comfortable. If you need me, just yell, alright? I'll only be gone a second."

Harry could not help a smirk falling over his features at his fretting mate. "Go, Fenrir. I'll be okay."

Before Fenrir left the room, he asked Harry, "How can you be so calm about this? Why aren't you freaking out?"

"I am freaked out, but just a little. I'm mostly just happy though. I'll finally get to see what the baby that's been growing inside of me for nine months looks like."

Fenrir grinned and walked out to inform the pack that soon their alpha was going to be a father.

OOO

Romulus put on the clean clothes that he had scrubbed over and over again to get rid of the bacteria. These were going to be the clothes that he wore when Harry gave birth. He sighed while washing his hands in the sink and went over to Fenrir and Harry's bed.

Harry's contractions were coming closer and closer together and it wouldn't be long now until he started to get the overwhelming urge to push.

Romulus approached Fenrir's mate cautiously. He knew how overprotective Fenrir was of the boy and had only become more so when he learned that Harry was pregnant with his baby.

"Harry," the former healer's voice was calm and soothing, which made Harry relax even under the extreme pain he was experiencing. "I need to see how far you have progressed, alright?"

The boy looked to his mate, but Romulus doubted it was for permission. "Yeah, you can, Romulus."

Romulus pressed against Harry's stomach, feeling to see what position the baby was in and whether or not Harry could push yet. As the touches got stronger, Harry had to bite his lip to stop an escaping moan. Fenrir took his mate's hand in his large one and gave it a comforting squeeze. Beads of sweat fell down Harry's face along with tears of pain.

"Okay, so your baby is in the correct position now."

"Does that mean I can push?"

Romulus shook his head. "No, not yet. I want your contractions to be a little closer together before you start pushing. The more premature pushing you do, the more tired you will get. We want to keep enough energy in you as we can because I'm sure that by the end of today, you'll be plenty tired," the former healer gave the couple a brilliant smile. "But you'll also have a beautiful baby in your arms, as well." He could see Fenrir and Harry's eyes sparkle at the thought.

OOO

Within a couple of hours, the contractions were close enough that Harry could start to push the child out of him. Harry was exhausted now, dark bags forming under his eyes. Fenrir was more excited than anything. Not once had he let go of Harry's hand.

"Harry, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can, alright?"

Harry shook his head. "No. No. I can't. I'm too tired."

Fenrir's hand tightened on his mate's. "Harry, yes you can. You're the strongest person I know. When all this is over, we'll have a baby. A child of our very own. Alright? You can do this."

With a sharp nod, Harry started to bear down. He cried and screamed from the effort.

Suddenly, Fenrir heard a cry but this time it wasn't Harry. No, it was a beautiful pink baby coming from Harry's body.

"Oh, god," Fenrir said as he saw his first child being cut away from Harry's body. There was blood on its face and body and his head was misshapen, but to the couple, the baby was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.

Romulus's cheekbones hurt because he was smiling so wide. "Congratulations. You have a healthy baby girl."

Harry smiled in relief and reached out for the baby when he suddenly felt the urge to push again. He groaned.

"What's going on?" Fenrir demanded, alarmed.

Romulus wrapped the baby girl in warm blankets before carefully giving Fenrir his daughter.

"He's just getting rid of the afterbirth. It'll only take a couple of minutes."

Fenrir, pulling up a chair to the bed with one hand, another secured on his daughter's back, sat down.

Harry gave a tired grin, his finger touching the baby's soft cheek. "She's beautiful."

"She is."

After a couple of moments, the afterbirth was cleared away and Harry had been handed the little girl.

"Harry, I think it's time for you to feed her."

The boy nodded, letting Romulus instruct him how to do it. After placing his nipple over the girl's lips a few times, she finally took the hint and attached to it. It was an odd, but not unpleasant, feeling.

Fenrir thanked Romulus for his help and Romulus told him that it was a pleasure to help them out.

Exhausted and sure that his baby was free of hunger, he gave his mate the baby and laid back in bed.

"What should we name her?" Harry asked.

Fenrir leaned over to give the very sore Harry a kiss on the lips. "You're the one who gave birth to her. You can name her."

"I like the name Rhea."

Fenrir smiled, "I like that name too."

And so it was confirmed that the child of Harry and Fenrir was named Rhea Sylvia Greyback-Potter.

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Fin

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I'm done. Wow, that's so strange to say!

I got the name from my beta reader. "As for her name, it might be a good idea to continue with Rowling's habit of pulling from mythology. Something like 'Rhea' or 'Sylvia,' stemming from the belief that Rhea Silvia was the birth mother of Remus and Romulus by the god Mars, the woman who was originally interpreted in the stories as a 'she-wolf' rather than a priestess of the fox goddess." And after doing a bit of research, I thought that was an awesome name with a great background. More kudos to Aindel S. Druida!

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