𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 ⇶ DRACO MALFOY IMAGINES

❝𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙎❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 DRACO UPSETS HIS PREGNANT WIFE

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: dracosfilthycumslut

BEFORE WE START: i do not hate astoria. all i know is that she's dead. nothing else about her. but we're using her name for this story.

didn't reread this🚨🚨

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"DRACO." Y/N GRUMBLED AS HER husband's hand covered her eyes, the other one on her waist leading her. "Where are we going?"

He only shushed her. "Shhh, we're almost there. A few more steps, you can trust me."

The woman only scoffed a laugh. "Sure."

If you saw this happening, you'd obviously think Y/N was just being mad without a valid reason. However, if you knew the whole story as to why she was acting this way, you'd understand.

[FLASHBACK]

Finding names for someone isn't always the easiest thing. These names give people an understanding of who is who and can tell people a little bit about who your parents are.

Which is what Draco and Y/N Malfoy were doing right now.

Y/N was in the middle of her pregnancy and here she was──cuddled up against her warm husband who had his arms wrapped around her as they watched a movie. Name after name was poured out of their mouths, trying to come to a final decision.

"What if we named her Bartholomew?" Y/N gasped as she hit Dracos chest in amusement.

A loud chuckle had echoed through the room before he looked down at the giggly woman. Her soft smile was something that was rare to see during these times considering she would get extremely emotional. "How about we name her Astoria?" He joked, still laughing as if the joke didn't stop there.

Astoria was the youngest of the Greengrass family and was one of Dracos ex girlfriends. Her and Draco dated for a few months before he met Y/N and decided to break things off.

Continuing to laugh, Draco looked down to see Y/N getting up, taking the warm blanket, that had been knitted by Narcissa, with her. He fumbled off the couch and began to chase after her as she walked up the stairs to their shared bedroom. "Baby, I was just joking."

"Whatever." She scoffed, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

With that, Y/N shut the door before Draco could get in. Surely his wife would open the door or possibly feel some sort of remorse for him, right? Wrong.

He stumbled as the door he was leaning on opened, showing his wife who was only dressed in a robe. He got up off the ground, ready to give her a hug and shower her with all his love and affection until she threw one of the smallest pillows on their bed, at his face and said "Goodnight."

Ouch.

He sighed and leaned against their bedroom door.

What was Draco going to do now?

[BACK TO WHERE THEY ARE NOW]

"Almost there, love." Draco spoke as he placed a kiss on the side of her face.

A week.

That's how long Y/N had been ignoring him for.

No kisses, no hugs, no cuddles.

Draco was practically suffering for those seven days.

Usually, kisses would be given before he went to work, but he would only receive his lunch and an eye roll from Y/N when he would dramatically sigh to get her attention.

He could barely get sleep because of how uncomfortable their couch was and even spent one or two nights camping outside their shared bedroom.

He spoke to his Mother about the whole situation and got an idea of what to do after Narcissa had scolded him for ten minutes about how stupid he had been for saying those words. She gave the man a harsh lecture which unintentionally came with a great idea for Draco.

"We're here." His hand remained covering her eyes until he stopped walking."You can open your eyes now."

Sat in front of them was a nicely laid out blanket with sandwiches and goodies that had been messily prepared by Draco in the kitchen. She noticed the area was a grass hill somewhere near their house. The sunlight illuminated the nicely displayed picnic and the fresh air was a cherry on top. "Great, I'm heading home now."

"Wait-" he wrapped his arms around her waist before she could leave. "I planned this whole thing for us just so you could leave?"

This only received a snort from her "Why won't you invite Astoria, I'm sure she'd love to have this picnic with you."

Her tone was sarcastic yet you could notice the pain in her words. Before Lucius Malfoy had slowly taken a liking to Y/N, he had arranged a marriage between Astoria and Draco to keep the bloodline going, but with the help of Narcissa and many other people, Y/N and Draco got married.

"You can't seriously think I like her?" He sat her down on the blanket, facing her while reaching out to caress her cheek. "I wouldn't be here with you if I hadn't fought against Father's wishes for me to marry Greengrass and I meant what I said at the altar. I love you and I'm sure as hell not leaving you, even if you stay mad at me for the rest of your life."

This was probably the validation Y/N needed.

"I love you." She spoke as she got closer to him, placing both her hands on his thighs to press a kiss onto his smiling lips.

"I love you too darling." He returned the kiss. "And the baby of course."

QUESTION:

what would be a good age for y/n and draco to be in the milf story?
(y/n is older than draco btw) and should i give away a little hint of what the story is going to be about😏