The dull ache in your stomach is relentless, twisting and pulling as you curl up in bed.

Then, something surprising happens.

The door creaks open, and Mattheo strolls in first, his usual smirk softened at the edges. He holds a small box of chocolates in his hands.

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs, crouching beside you. “Figured you might need these.”

Before you can even process it, Lorenzo follows. In his arms, a plush, heated blanket is folded neatly. He carefully drapes it over you, tucking the sides as though you were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he says softly. “This should help.”

Draco appears next. He doesn’t hesitate, his hands instantly finding your stomach, his touch firm yet soothing as he begins rubbing gentle circles.

“Hello, darling,” he whispers, as if you were the only person in the world.

You sigh, melting into the comfort. But the surprises aren’t over yet.

Tom steps toward you with quiet confidence, a small bottle of essential oils cradled in his palm.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kneeling beside Draco. “This will ease the pain.”

Then Theodore appears, his face as sweet as honey, his presence radiating warmth. He carries a pillow under one arm, a small bag of candies in the other.

"Hello, amore mio," he says. He puts the sweets on your bed and plants a quick kiss on your forehead.

And finally, Regulus enters. He carries an armful of plushies, grinning as wide as the sun.

“My baby,” he greets. “How are you doing, mon amour?”

Before you can even answer, he plops the plushies around you, his grin never faltering.

“Hii, babe,” Blaise chimes, his energy infectious.

You look around, warmth blooming in your chest. These boys—cold, calculating, often unreadable—have transformed before your eyes. They aren’t here out of obligation or duty. They are here because they care. Because, for some reason, you are theirs.

And right now, you wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.