No Day But Today Drabbles

Summary: As the title may suggest, these are drabbles for my story No Day But Today. Technically they can be read alone, but I wouldn't recommend it; full understanding requires reading the story. HP/DM slash. Implied mpreg. Non-magic AU.

Author's Note: I always feel odd leaving this hanging for so long (though to be perfectly frank this is the quickest I've ever consistently updated any story) so I prodded myself into coming back and at least looking at my word document to see if anything strikes my interest immediately. Today it was a request made by Your Huckleberry a while ago ^_^. I apologize for the wait and I hope you enjoy.

I don't know how often my updates will be in the coming…month or two? My sister is trying to get a job and the position she's applying for nights. She's a single mother with 3 kids, so you see the problem. That's were I come in. If she gets the job (and she's ridiculously over qualified, so chances of her not getting it are slim) she's already asked me to be her, basically, live-in Nanny. I shudder at the thought but I know I'll say 'yes' if it comes down to it. The point is, I hardly have enough time to check my email, much less write something when I'm with the brats, so…

That, and I'm doing NaNoWriMo. Surprise ^_^.

Note: Feel free to request drabbles (any time frame - past/present/future). I'll need a prompt or a title.

Finding Out

Word Count: 1311

Logically speaking, Harry knew exactly what was happening. It wasn't the first time after all and he'd been feeling slightly odd for a few weeks, but he was reluctant to admit it to himself or even bring up the possibility in a discussion with Draco. That, and watching the man fret over him because of a slight loss of appetite was more amusing than he would have thought.

He'd been worried and nervous when the though had first occurred to him, they were less than two years into their marriage after all, but those misplaced feelings had passed as quickly as they had come. Draco had been chattering on about them having children together before they'd even graduated high school, much to Harry's exasperation, and as his then boyfriend and now husband was always exceptionally honest with him, Harry knew that bringing a new member into their family would not be a problem for Draco. The idiot would likely fall over himself in excitement that was ill-fitting of a Malfoy, Harry thought fondly.

So why was he so reluctant to bring the topic up?

Well honestly, there was always the possibility that he could be wrong, and that would surely break Draco's heart. He'd never pressure Harry with anything as serious as this, but Harry knew his husband yearned deeply for another child. They had Cailean but the 8-year-old was growing older and more independent by the day and Harry had the feeling Draco was already feeling the empty-nest syndrome (which in itself was ridiculous as Cai was only 8, not 18, but Draco had always been rather hung up over 'his baby' growing older). Harry knew he shouldn't find it funny, after all he still hovered anxiously whenever Cai was dropped off at school and became a bit obsessed if the boy had even a sniffle, but Draco being so…clingy, was an image that prompted humor.

Either way, Draco wanted a baby and if Harry wasn't pregnant, no matter how much his symptoms indicated otherwise, the disappointment would be corporeal and more than he could bare to put his husband through. Maybe he should just go see a doctor on his own…?

No. If he were pregnant and Draco wasn't there for the first announcement he would throw a fit. Harry sighed.

"What a predicament," he muttered to himself, leaning casually against the kitchen counter and ignoring the dishes in the sink he had been washing before his thoughts got away from him. It would have been quicker to put them in the dishwasher but Harry preferred to clean up things manually as it gave him something to do with his hands and was vaguely soothing when he was left alone in the house like he was now. Cailean was at school and Draco had went to work this morning only after calling in sick at Harry's own job on behalf of his husband. Usually Draco wasn't so interfering but apparently Harry gagging over the toilet bowl at 5 AM was enough of a cause for alarm that the decision was taken out of the younger man's hands. It was both very considerate and annoying.

Still, he needed a plan of action soon, before Draco went overboard with concerned nagging. Harry absently drained the water from the sink as he thought. Take Draco to an appointment with him and risk his husband being disappointed, or go on his own and risk his husbands wrath when he did find out? Decisions, decisions…

-x-

Any decision making ability Harry harbored was ripped from him two days later when he fainted whilst cooking dinner . The fall wasn't tremendous, he'd been sitting at the kitchen table at the waiting for the food in the stove finish cooking while he looked over some notes for the upcoming exams he had (1). The resulting noise had, of course, alerted Draco and Cailean who both panicked before Draco had quickly gathered his wits and called for an ambulance all the while trying to calm a hysterical Cailean. Harry, sitting in a hospital room an hour and a half later, still a bit lightheaded and comforting his son felt more badly about that than anything; Cai had been terrified.

He probably should have said something when the first dizzy spell had hit, but it was too late for that. Right now he was tired and irritated (dinner was surely ruined, but he really hoped one of them had turned off the oven) and impatient as he and Draco (Cailean had all but cried himself to sleep) waited for the doctor to come back with test results showing why this little episode had happened.

Draco, in good form, wasn't smothering him though Harry knew the man likely wanted to. He'd been just as frightened as Cailean but pushed his fear away so that Harry's health and Cailean's state of mind were what took precedence. He was still pale and kept shoot Harry worried looks but kept his hands and whirling thoughts to himself. "Draco-" Harry started but was cut off abruptly.

"I'm fine," the blond man said running a hand through his usually immaculate hair and offering a small smile. "You're fine so I'm fine."

Harry sighed but smiled back as reassuringly as he could manage even as the door clinked open. "Well Misters Malfoy, I have good news," the man announced without preamble as he entered the room. Harry vaguely thought he looked very jolly, all round toned and red faced with wispy white hair and knew that wouldn't go over well with Draco.

"Good news?" the man scowled without missing a beat and Harry shifted Cailean in his lap hoping this wouldn't get loud. "My husband fainted, there's a knot on the side of his head the size of an egg, he's been ill on and off for weeks, how can any of that possibly translate into 'good news'?"

Startled, the good doctor paused before smiling widely again. "Yes, well, while that bump on the head is unfortunate-" Here Draco growled. "The rest is all a matter of perspective."

"Perspective?" Draco drawled and Harry hid a smile in Cailean's hair at how reminiscent of his father it sounded.

"Of course!" the doctor chuckled. "Separately, these symptoms might be cause for concern, but to together and with these test results they're just the early signs of pregnancy."

The silence was deafening.

-x-

They stopped at a fast food place on the way home for takeaway and dinner passed in an upbeat manner, Cailean feeling much better after learning his daddy was okay and Draco and Harry rather distracted but cheerfully nonetheless. Draco also had the good graces to wait until Cailean went up to bed before he pounced.

"Have I told you how much I absolutely love you today?" he whispered as he backed Harry up against the wall in the downstairs hallway. The shorter of the two smiled, cheeks flushed.

"Only about seven times by my count, most of those in the last hour or so." Draco laughed and lowered his head to Harry's neck, shoulder's shaking.

"I was so worried," he confessed, voice strained. "But Harry, we're having a baby."

"So I've heard." Draco kissed slowly up Harry's neck and Harry could feel the smile on his lips, prompting his own happy feeling higher. This was so different than when he received the news about Cailean. He was allowed to feel happy about this, overjoyed. He was allowed to share it with someone he loved.

"Daddy?" Well, two someones.

"Yes, Cai-baby?" Harry answered, smirking when Draco groaned against his throat as Cailean's voice echoed from somewhere upstairs.

"Can you read me a story tonight?"

"Of course, baby, I'll be right up." They waited for Cailean's footsteps to fade back towards his room.

"Harry, I love you so much."

"Control yourself."

"You have half an hour."

(1) Anyone who checked out my time line (or have done the math themselves) will know that Harry is 22 in this drabble (which takes place mind April 2014) and would have long since graduated from a 4 year university. He is however still in school, working towards a Masters Degree.