Title: Birthday Musings
Rating: PG
Warning(s): mentions of mpreg
Word Count: 412
Summary: A peek into the lives of our boys on the morning of Draco's birthday.
Authors Notes: This was written back in the summer of 2008. I found it and a couple others on my computer and thought I'd upload them :)
Harry shifted slightly, rolling over to slide his arms around his husband, his eyes only opening when he discovered that he was alone in the bed. He blinked a few times as he tried to focus, a slight smile crossing his face at the blurry sight of his missing husband. "Come back to bed, I'm cold…" he said softly, reaching out a hand to softly pat the spot on the bed next to him.
Draco sighed softly as he gazed out the window, not even bothering to turn and look toward the bed. "It's my birthday…"
Soft laughter was heard as Harry reached for his glasses, slipping them on with a smile. "I know it's your birthday, but it's too damn early for you to get your birthday present. The sun isn't even up yet!"
Draco seemed lost in his own little world, continuing to speak as if he hadn't even heard Harry. "I'm twenty-nine…I'm going to be thirty next year. I-I always thought that by now…" he trailed off with a slight shrug as he fiddled with the silver band on his finger.
"Thought what?"
He shook his head quickly. "Nothing…it's nothing."
Harry hesitated for a moment before rising from the bed and crossing the room, hugging Draco tightly from behind. "It isn't nothing…"
Draco was quiet for quite sometime, a slight smile on his face at the feel of Harry's head resting on his back. "It's silly, but I always thought I'd be a father before I hit thirty."
Now it was Harry's turn to be quiet, hugging Draco even more tightly as his husbands words ran through his head. "It's never too late..."
"Harry," the blonde murmured softly, turning to pull the brunette into a kiss. "What are you saying?" he questioned with a smile, wanting to make sure his brain wasn't playing tricks on him.
Harry grinned at Draco, sliding his arms around his neck. "There are potions…and you aren't the only one that's going to be thirty next year…"
"You're serious?" Draco asked in disbelief, his hand unconsciously traveling down to rest on Harry's stomach.
"As serious as I was the day I married you…" He grinned and kissed Draco softly, "let's have a baby."
"Hmm, making a baby requires practice…" Draco mused, giving Harry a slight smirk as he trailed a hand over his ass.
"Lots and lots of practice," Harry agreed with a laugh as he allowed Draco to lead him over to the bed.