Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Cravings

Summary: You spend the day out shopping with your sister and mother and you come back home hungry and with a pregnancy craving. Your wife takes care of you.

Warnings: fluff, Narcissa being the cutest and most adorable person.

Even though you're on maternity leave since you reached your eighth month of pregnancy, that still hasn't stopped you from going out shopping with your sister and mother for some baby stuff for your little Carina. You spend the entire day out and you go back home very hungry and tired. Narcissa is sitting down in the living room, waiting for you, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand.

"Had a good time with your mother and sister?" she asks with a smirk, knowing how they can sometimes test your patience.

You sigh tiredly, holding a lot of bags from your little trip.

"It was... exhausting." you say, walking in where your wife is.

Narcissa sets her glass down on the coffee table as she looks up at you, a soft smile on her face.

"Let me help you with those." she says, standing up from her spot as she takes the bags from your arms. "Did you at least have fun?" she asks as she puts the bags down, the smirk returning to her face.

"Yeah, we did some shopping for the baby and I think I bought all the stores in London." you say, smiling tiredly as you rub your pregnant stomach, letting out a sigh of relief as you sit down on the couch.

Your wife grins as she sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"I'm sure it was worth it." she says, looking down at your stomach. "Carina is going to be so spoiled with all the things you're getting her."

"You say that as if you're not going to spoil her just as much." you say, rolling your eyes playfully. Narcissa chuckles as she pulls you closer to her.

"Of course I am." she says with a smirk, resting her hand on your stomach. "I want our little girl to have the world."

You lean against her, resting your head on her shoulder.

"I'm hungry." you complain, rubbing your round stomach in hope to ease the hunger pangs. Narcissa chuckles.

"What a surprise." she says with a smirk. "What do you want to eat?" she asks, turning her head to look at you, one hand rubbing your stomach softly. You think about it for a moment before a specific craving pops into your mind.

"A strawberry milkshake sounds good right now." you say with a slight pout.

"You need a real dinner." she says, rolling her eyes at your answer. "Carina needs nutrients, she can't just survive on milkshakes." she continues, a playful tone in her voice, still rubbing your stomach gently.

You let out a pouty whine, knowing she's right, but still so badly wanting that milkshake.

"I don't care. I just want the milkshake." you whine, your hormones making you clingier and crankier than usual.

Your wife laughs lightly at your whining. "If you really want that milkshake, you can have it. But only if you have something to eat with it. And don't start with the whining again, I know Carina isn't the only one who needs to eat."

You let out a huff, still pouting as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Fine. I'll have something." you say, still pouting, your stomach growling at the promise of food. "But I want that milkshake."

Narcissa chuckles again before leaning closer and kissing your pouty lips.

"Such a big baby..." she says, though there's a fond smile on her face as she continues rubbing your stomach. "I'll go make you a sandwich. And then you can have your milkshake." she says, getting up from the couch.