A/N: Hey y'all! Back again with LuciusNarcissa, baby's first kick. Another shortie, but so fun to write. :)

Word Count: 682

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Those rights go to JK Rowling.

Thanks to Ari for beta'ing!

This was written for the lovely Amanda

Enjoy!

Lucius smiled down at his sleeping wife, running his fingers lightly through her long, blonde hair. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, and he cherished these early morning moments when they were unbothered by everything except each other.

His gaze wandered down to his wife's abdomen, where their baby was making its presence known. Lucius had thought that the temporary loss of her figure would upset his wife, but the opposite seemed to have happened. She loved to see how their child was growing, and Lucius loved it just as much.

He sat up in bed, running a hand through his own blond hair, smiling sleepily. He was going to be a father. It didn't matter that the world was crashing down around them, that a war was just outside their home, that he didn't know if he would die tomorrow—he was going to be a father, and he would do whatever it took to protect his wife and child.

Narcissa hummed as she woke up, grey eyes still heavy with sleep. Lucius leaned down to kiss her temple in greeting. "Good morning, love," she murmured.

He brushed her hair out of her face. "Good morning," he answered. "How are you feeling?"

Narcissa pushed herself up into a sitting position, so happy she was almost glowing. "Fine. The morning sickness seems to have finally worn off."

"There's still quite a bit of morning left to prove you wrong," Lucius teased.

She batted his arm playfully. "Oh, hush. What has you up so early, anyway?"

Lucius pulled her against his side, and she rested her head on his chest. "I'm not sure. I think I must be excited about the baby."

Narcissa smiled fondly down at the little bump, her hand resting on top of it. "Oh, I don't blame you. I'm excited for this little bundle—oh!"

Lucius sat up, alarmed, his muscles tense. He was confused when he realized that Narcissa was smiling, but his shoulders lost some of their tension. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No, no it isn't!" Narcissa laughed gleefully. "Oh, Lucius, give me your hand, quick."

He reached it out hesitantly, and she grabbed it and placed it where her own had been, on her stomach. He looked at his wife confusedly, feeling nothing. Just when he opened his mouth to ask her what this was about, he felt a tiny kick.

His eyes widened, and Narcissa beamed. "Strong, isn't he?"

Lucius looked up to meet her eyes, but he didn't remove his hand. "He? It could be a girl, you know."

"It's a boy," Narcissa told him confidently. "Call it mother's intuition."

Lucius laughed, gazing at her fondly. "Fine, then. But if it turns out that it's a girl, we'll have to change names rather quickly."

Narcissa leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips, short and sweet. He sighed, content, and couldn't help the bubble of joy that welled up inside him when he felt the baby kick again.

"He likes you," his wife said.

Lucius felt a stab of guilt when he realized that Narcissa hadn't had a turn feeling their baby in a while. "Here, you can feel now—what?"

She was laughing at him, but for the love of Merlin he couldn't figure out why.

"I don't need to put my hand there," she said at last, taking pity on him. "I can feel it already."

Lucius let out a short burst of laughter. "You're right," he said, shaking his head at himself. "I'm sorry, Cissy… I suppose it still feels a bit unreal."

She offered him a gentle smile. "I know what you mean," she admitted softly. "But you better believe it, because he'll be here in just a few months."

Lucius grinned. "In June."

"Yes. In June."

The small family sat like that for a very long time, wrapped up in their happiness and love for each other. A war was waging outside, but in that moment it didn't matter. They had each other, and they were content in the knowledge that that was all they needed.