Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the situations all characters end up in. Everything else belongs to someone else, and that's the way of it.

Making Their Plans

Harry was self-aware enough to realize the irony of his behavior over the course of afternoon and evening. Hours before he'd hated Eggsy's hovering and overprotectiveness, been highly insulted by it, but now Harry found himself all but basking in the care and attention his mate was giving him. There was nothing more important than the wellbeing of their child after all, and Harry would have thought less of his mate if he weren't this involved and concerned about taking care of them. Pregnancy hormones, Harry was already discovering, were an odd thing.

But since not fighting was also a good thing, Harry was pleased that it was no longer an issue for them.

Amelia was a little confused by it all, and who could blame her based on his earlier behavior, but they weren't telling anyone about the pregnancy until after Sunday so Harry couldn't clue her in when they'd come back from lunch at Edward's office or during the rest of the workday. Which just seemed to drag on and on of course, since both he and Eggsy wanted nothing more than to go home and bask in their good fortune. And freak out as normal first time parents were no doubt prone to do. It had been bloody tempting to just go home after lunch and say to hell with work since they were the bosses anyway, but they'd had to agree that they couldn't do that as they'd just taken time off because of Harry's heat. And Harry would have to take more time off in the future once his stomach started to round out. He couldn't be seen in public looking pregnant after all. And then the baby would come and…and then Harry wasn't sure what they were going to do.

He'd just started working again. He loved the work. The idea of giving it up-but they were having a child. He would be a mother. And one's child came before everything, including your personal happiness. And he would sacrifice most anything to insure his son's happiness. Especially since both their children would need a great deal of attention from him in the future.

Grand high dominants. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it.

He and Eggsy grabbed takeaway on the way home, as healthy as they could find, and made plans to hire a cook a soon as possible so that Harry and the baby would eat like kings, as Eggsy put it. A plan Harry was happy to get behind, especially since Eggsy needed good food as well and they'd been rather slacking in that area as of late.

Sitting down at their dining room table afterwards, their salads not terribly appealing but good for them, the topic of conversation naturally focused on their son.

"It'll be hard not tellin Mum. I wanted ta ring her all afternoon."

"We could tell her. She's not part of the Guild or close to any dragons who aren't close friends of ours."

"Nah. She wouldn't be able ta keep it ta herself. She'd be buyin baby clothes and such before the day was done. If we're being watched-well it ain't worth the risk. Specially since we just got ta keep it to ourselves till Sunday. Plus this way we'll hopefully know more about grand high dominants afor then, so we can explain it ta her better. "

"I wish I knew more. I hardly even know about my own ancestor. It seems King knew more about my family in that regard than I did." Harry was going to be bitter about that for years to come.

"Well we got plenty of time ta learn about that while he's too little ta do much. Just learning how ta take proper care of im as a babe is what we really need to concentrate on."

"At least you have some experience with babies."

Eggsy laughed at that. "True enough I won't panic as much this time around, I suppose. But if ya think I'm a baby expert I hate ta break it ta ya, Luv, but babies…" Eggsy ruefully shook his head. "I have ta figure no two babies are alike cause I'll tell ya, when Daisy was a wee one I checked out books from the library and looked shit up online, and none of them 'experts' could seem ta agree on much of anything. Experts my arse."

"That does not make me feel better."

"Welcome ta the world of parenting."

"Christ." Dropping his fork onto his plate Harry rubbed his hands over his face.

"Easy, Luv." Pushing back his chair Eggsy came around the table to stand behind Harry, leaning in and wrapping his arms around Harry's torso while rubbing their cheeks together. "It'll be all right, it will. If nothin else we'll have a leg up on every other new parent cause our boy will be telepathic. When he cries he can tell us why at least."

Placing his hands over top of Eggsy's Harry agreed that that was a valid point.

"He'll be loved and we'll keep im safe with us. That's more important than anythin else." Amusement came into Eggsy's voice. "And since I'll be the stay at home mum most days ya should really be the one comforting me, don't ya think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ah…or not."

Shifting in his chair Harry repeated the question, asking what Eggsy meant about being the stay at home mother.

"Well I just figured…you know more about the running of the business than I do. And ya love it, that's obvious. I have more experience with nippers and-well I'm younger, so the late nights and such won't hit me as hard as they would ya. But if ya want ta stay at home with the sprog we'll make that work. I just…assuming makes an arse of me, right?"

Having been making more than a few assumptions of his own Harry couldn't think of what to say to that. It hadn't occurred to him that Eggsy had been thinking that he'd be the one to stay home with their son and eventual daughter. That's just not how things were done in their world. But then omegas didn't work either, or have a head for business. Both of which he did. And Eggsy knew that. Respected that. Had been the one to believe Harry could do it.

So this was what it felt like to be a businesswoman suddenly faced with the prospect of choosing between her career and her children. Though at least in his case he had a partner who was willing to take on the role of primary caregiver…if that was what Harry wanted.

"Hey, hey. None of that, now."

Taking Harry's face between his hands Eggsy's gave him several quick but loving pecks on the lips. "We don't have ta decide anythin yet so none of those faces, Luv. Not for months even. We'll do what feel right ta ya, okay? Though regardless I'll expect ya ta do your fair share of changing nappies and cleanin up the other messes."

"That's understood." And Harry drew his mate in for a much longer and more satisfying kiss.

Eggsy smiled at him when he drew back, and how could Harry do anything but smile back at him.

"Now finish the rabbit food, Luv." Another quick kiss. "It's the price we gotta pay ta stay healthy enough ta keep up with the both of them when they hit the toddler stage and are in ta every bloody thing they can get into."

"It's been a while since I've had rabbit."

Laughing, Eggsy's hands slid away and as he returned to his seat he started a story about a friend of his who had a cousin with a rather unhealthy obsession with her pet rabbit.

"I mean honestly she wastes all her money on keepin the thing alive even though she's livin with her poor mum and over thirty. Ya'd think it was her baby the way she'll go on and on about it. And of course everyone knew that, her family anyway, and that's when things got interesting this one time. See a couple years ago the family went ta a fancy restaurant for Christmas, and the only thing on the sodding menu that sounded remotely appetizing ta most of them was the rabbit. What were they ta do? So the ones who were orderin it whispered it ta the server on the down low, makin sure the cousin didn't know what they were getting and hopin it would come in such a way the cousin wouldn't know what it was. But then the server gets ta the cousin's younger sister and what did she do but order the rabbit loud enough for her sister ta hear, insurin that the woman would know what the rest were eatin cause the plates would all look the same. And half the table was gettin it! A Happy Christmas it was not that night, from what I was told."

"And now oddly I suddenly want rabbit more."

"If ya know where I can get ya one round here I'll go and get some for ya."

Smile widening Harry assured Eggsy that he'd be fine without it. The pregnancy cravings hadn't started yet.

Naturally Eggsy had plenty of stories about that as well, and Harry enjoyed hearing about them.

Though he really, really hoped his didn't include foods one should never eat together.

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It was unusual for Harry to wake up before Eggsy. It almost never happened in fact. But the morning after they'd discovered his pregnancy Harry found himself blinking awake before his mate, who continued to sleep contently on his back with one arm still wrapped around Harry's waist to keep him snug against his side. As if he needed the arm. Shifting so that he could lay his head on Eggsy's shoulder more comfortably Harry sighed and closed his eyes as he concentrated solely on breathing in his mate's scent and enjoying the pleasure of simply being here with him.

The thought that they wouldn't have many relaxing mornings like this in the future made Harry smile even as he acknowledged that he'd miss this. But eventually both their children would be old enough to let him sleep into the morning at least a little. So he'd look forward to that while enjoying this now.

Stroking his hand over Eggsy's bare chest under the covers Harry grinned thinking that they'd been up a bit late last night celebrating their pregnancy by re-enacting the process that had made the child in the first place. He and his dragon had been very, very pleased with their mate.

Suffice to say they'd both gone to sleep the last time feeling very pleased and satisfied.

A sleep sound, Eggsy's hand running up his side.

"Good morning."

"To you as well." Nuzzling his face against Eggsy's skin Harry smiled as Eggsy's hand continued to stroke him. "Sleep well?"

"Exceptionally well." There was smug pleasure in Eggsy's sleepy reply. "And you?"

"Likewise."

"And the little one?"

"Well he's not causing me to throw up our dinner from last night so I'm assuming he's feeling quite well too."

A couple minutes of silence descended as the just enjoyed the quiet and each other.

"How telepathic do ya suppose he's gonna be in there once he gets a bit bigger in there?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well would he know when we was shagging? Or do ya think he'd just know you was happy?"

That was not a thought Harry had ever thought he'd have to contemplate. It was a disturbing one.

"I…I suppose once he starts talking to me it will cause to…to see what he has to say. I mean…he wouldn't have any point of reference to understand what we were doing at that point and…fuck. Do you suppose he'll be able to read my thoughts?" Harry supposed he could go without sex for the next few months if he absolutely had to, but not thinking about it and Eggsy was beyond him. It could not be done now that he knew what he'd been missing out on all this time.

Eggsy's body rumbled beneath his ear as his mate chuckled at what Harry did not think was a laughing matter.

"So you think it's funny that our son might know when you're thinking about having sexual relations with me?"

The way Eggsy stiffened made it clear that he hadn't made the mental leap from how Harry might be screwed to himself.

"Well bugger."

"Buggering is the problem, yes."

"We're dragons though." Eggsy finally stated after some silent contemplation of the trouble they might be in. "We were all original telepathic, weren't we? We just lost that ability and the rest cause our magic stopped being as strong when the world stopped producing as much. So the ability ta shield our minds has got ta be there, innit? We just gotta figure out how ta at least do that so we don't traumatize the poor sprog. Or give him a, whatcha ma call it, an Oddipus complex?"

"Oedipus complex. And you're right. I think. About the first part. Our kind didn't keep up with the mental training there because there stopped being a need. Now that we'll have someone in our midst that can enter our minds against our wills…I expect that will change in a hurry."

"We need Professor X."

"Quite. And somehow I don't think Sir Stewart or Mr. McAvoy will have the answers either."

"Another question for Rach, then?"

"I think so."

"Well, I suppose we could point out ta her that all this research she's havin ta do will make up for all the medical attention our boy and his sister won't be needin since apparently ya can't hurt a grand high dominant."

"Well technically they could hurt each other." Harry felt obligated to point out. He was an only child but he'd been around enough individuals with siblings to know that violence did occasionally erupt even between the closest of siblings.

"Nah, she'll be his little sis. He'll take good care of her."

"Eggsy you do realize that they'll both be born with sovereignty complexes that make a normal dragon's seem human. Fighting over belongings, our attention, and their position within the household are probably a given."

In one smooth move Eggsy had Harry on his back, his mate leaning over him with a soft, loving look in his eyes that immediately reduced Harry to mush.

"We'll make it work, Luv. You'll see. Now no more worryin for now, all right?"

Running his hands down Eggsy's back Harry asked if his mate had some suggestion as to what he should be thinking about instead.

"I'm sure we can come up with somethin."

Losing themselves in the simple pleasure of exchanging kisses and caress in the comfort of their bed, an excellent way to start any day in Harry's opinion, things had just started to get a bit more heated and passionate when the alarm on Harry's side of the bed went off, reminding them that they needed to get up and start getting ready for the workday ahead of them.

Lifting his head up from where he'd been feasting on Harry's neck Eggsy scowled in the direction of the clock. "Dammit."

"We could skip breakfast here, pick up something on the way to work?" Harry suggested, cupping Eggsy's very lovely bottom in both hands to give them a loving squeeze. That earned him a purring growl and another kiss from his mate before Eggsy pulled back with a sigh to reach over and turn the alarm off.

"Tempting, but we said we was gonna do better than takeaway and sandwiches for the little one, now didn't we? We need Junior growin up big and strong like his dads."

"Junior?"

"Well we haven't got a name for him yet, now do we?" Eggsy pointed out as he rolled off Harry, much to his disappointment. "Which, by the by, we are going to discuss in depth. No son of mine is gonna end up in my shoes, stuck with a name like Gary." Eggsy's scowl was downright adorable as he sat up with his back against the headboard as he looked down at him. "At least you won't be hopped up on meds when it comes time ta tell them what name ta put on the bloody birth certificate."

"You do realize that if she hadn't stuck you with Gary odds are you wouldn't have hated it so much that you adopted Lee's nickname for you. Ergo you ended up with a unique name all your own because of her original choice."

"Still had ta put up with it in school, didn't I?"

Shifting up to his elbows Harry made absentminded there, there noises, a thought having entered his mind as he'd contemplated how Eggsy had come by his usual name. He hadn't considered it before, his mind on too many different things, but now that the thought had occurred to him…Harry knew it was the right thought. The right choice for them.

"Wot?"

Levering himself up so that his position mirror his mate's Harry smiles at him. "If I might make a suggestion for the name?"

"Well as the one who will be carryin the wee one, not ta mention giving birth ta him, I'd say ya have the right ta toss a name or two into the ring." His tone teasing, Eggsy leaned in ta give Harry a pecking kiss before asking him what name he was suggesting.

"Lee Andrew."

Eyes going wide, Eggsy stared at him without saying a word.

"It's just a thought…but neither of us would be alive today if not for him. And I think it's a fine name. Something to think about…if you don't like the idea we have plenty of time to come up with other possibilities. Eggsy?"

"Fuck I love you."

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Later they both agreed that Lee Andrew was an excellent first and middle name.

And they were late for work.