Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Gender Reveal

Summary: It's time to find out the baby's gender.

Warnings: vomit, fluff, morning sickness.

Eight weeks, that's how long you have been pregnant. Since you found out about your pregnancy (which was only a few weeks ago) your wife has barely left your side, and you don't complain about it at all, it's the cutest thing after all. Narcissa has never been so caring and worried with you, she has never pampered you as much as since the moment you told her the news.

Right now you are in a deep sleep in your bed when your wife walks quietly into the bedroom and sets a breakfast tray on the bedside table next to you before she goes over to your side where you're laying.

She brushes your hair back behind your ears affectionately and kisses your forehead.

"Wake up, love."

She sits down on the edge of the bed and places a hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it before playing with your hair to wake you up.

Eventually, you start to stir, opening your eyes slowly and looking up at Narcissa. She smiles warmly down at you, her hand still on your stomach.

"Good morning, darling."

Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you look up at Narcissa with a sleepy smile.

"Morning..." you say, still half-asleep, your voice raspy.

Narcissa can't help but smile at your sleepy, adorable state. She leans down and kisses your forehead again.

"I've brought you breakfast, love." she motions to the tray of food on the bedside table.

You rub your eyes slowly as you try to wake up more. Then, your attention turns to the breakfast tray, and the second you smell the coffee, you feel the nausea rise up in your throat. You grimace and put your hand on your stomach.

Your wife, noticing your sudden reaction, furrows her eyebrows in concern and looks at you questioningly. "What's the matter, love?"

You suddenly jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom, your hand over your mouth. She quickly follows you and enters the bathroom just in time to see you kneel down next to the toilet and vomit. She crouches down beside you and rubs your back with one hand while the other holds your hair, her face filled with concern.

She speaks softly to you as you continue to vomit, trying to comfort you. "Shh, it's okay, love. Just let it all out. I'm right here."

Finally, after a few minutes, the waves of nausea subside, and you lean back against the bathroom wall, sighing and taking deep breaths. Narcissa continues to rub your back and looks at you with a mix of worry and tenderness.

Tears start welling up in your eyes as you catch your breath, overwhelmed by the intensity of the nausea. She notices and immediately pulls you into her arms, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Shh, it's alright, darling. I'm here. Just breathe."

You bury your face in her shoulder, letting the tears fall as she holds you. After a few moments, when your breathing starts to even out, you look up at her, your voice shaky. "I'm sorry. I just... I couldn't handle the smell of the coffee. And I feel bad because I know you took the time to prepare breakfast."

Narcissa pulls back a bit so she can look into your eyes. She brushes away the tears from your cheeks and speaks gently. "Oh, baby, please don't apologize. I didn't bring that coffee for you. I brought it for me. I didn't think the scent would cause you such discomfort, or else I wouldn't have put it on the tray."

She places a hand on your stomach and smiles softly. "I made you some tea instead."

She helps you stand up and hands you a towel to wipe your mouth. She then kisses your forehead before gently guiding you back to the bedroom.