Tomarry One Shots

Your Heart Revealed

Summary: During pregnancy, the Alpha Husband's main role is to reassure the Omega Husband. All the ways Tom will try to make Harry happy while carrying their child. Also a Gender Reveal Party

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Squibnation10 on Ao3

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Twenty weeks into the pregnancy, Harry was already showing the swell of his belly a constant reminder of the life they were soon to welcome. Yet, despite the physical evidence of his condition, Harry seemed to forget his limitations, moving about with an energy that amused and concerned Tom.

Omegas in preheat were known for their meticulousness—fussing over food and clothes and incessantly cleaning. But a pregnant Omega? That was an entirely different level of intensity. Harry's nesting had kicked into overdrive; he was constantly rearranging furniture, purchasing baby clothes, and attending every prenatal class he could find. Each evening, he buried his nose in a stack of parenting books, absorbing information like a sponge.

The other day, Hermione had quipped, "Tom, your eyebags have never been so pronounced." It was true—keeping up with Harry's tireless preparations was exhausting, and Tom felt himself teetering on the edge of sanity, barely holding onto the thread of patience necessary to keep his Omega husband content.

Observing Harry now, Tom couldn't suppress a chuckle. His husband shuffled around the room, bumping his shoulder against the walls and clumsily nudging furniture with his belly while lamenting how exhausted he felt. "I can't sit still, Tom, not even with this... this watermelon I'm carrying," Harry groaned, collapsing into a chair only to spring up moments later, his restlessness uncontainable.

Tom had developed his own methods to soothe Harry. Each morning, he rose an hour earlier than usual to permeate the house with his pheromones, creating a calming environment for Harry. He made sure not to leave for work without delivering three deep kisses, each accompanied by a playful slap on Harry's rear, much to Harry's mock chagrin and subsequent giggles. When returning home, Tom never arrived empty-handed, always bearing a selection of snacks and Harry's favourite treats.

One particular evening, as Tom watched Harry meticulously fold and refold a tiny jumper, he approached from behind and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, resting his chin on his husband's shoulder. "Love, you're doing so much," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against Harry's neck. "Maybe take a moment for yourself?"

Harry sighed, leaning back into Tom's embrace. "I just want everything to be perfect, Tom. For our baby, for us."

"It will be," Tom assured him, his voice a soft murmur of certainty. "Because they'll have you. But you must take care of yourself too, not just the nesting and the classes. You need rest."

Harry turned within Tom's arms, his expression a mix of exasperation and affection. "I know. I just feel like there's still so much to do."

Tom smiled, his heart swelling with pride and worry for his diligent, beautiful Omega. "How about we start by taking the evening off? Just you, me, and maybe some of that chocolate and dried fish ice cream you've been craving?"

(Don't ask Tom why that's Harry's favourite, apparently, the taste is divine or so Tom is told.)

Harry's face lit up at the suggestion, the immediate worry smoothed away by the promise of a quiet, indulgent evening. "That sounds perfect," he admitted, his earlier tension easing under Tom's attentive care.

As they settled on the sofa, Harry resting against him, Tom felt a profound sense of contentment. His inner Alpha purred.

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