He was dozing in front of the fire when the first pains hit. A few minutes later he found himself sitting in a puddle of warm liquid. Had he peed himself? He didn't think so, but if that wasn't it, then...

"Harry!"

His husband seemed to appear out of nowhere. "What is it Draco, what happened."

"I think, I think"

"What Draco, what?"

"I think I'm in labor Harry."

Draco never forgot the look on his lover's face at just that moment. He'd expected to see excitement or fear but when he looked into Harry's eyes all he could see was love.

"Right then, how far apart are the pains?"

"I don't know, I think maybe 10 minutes apart."

"Ten minutes apart, why didn't you say something sooner."

"I thought it might just be a back spasm. I'm sorry." Draco began to cry.

"Shhh. It's going to be o.k. Draco." He kissed Draco gently on his forehead. "I'll rouse Ron and we'll get you to St. Mungo's"

Harry ran to the door of their guest room and began pounding frantically.

A moment later the door flew open to reveal a very drowsy Ron Weasley.

"What's up Harry?"

"It's Draco, he's gone into labor, hurry."

Draco could never remember leaving for St. Mungo's. It seemed like he'd closed his eyes for a second and when he'd opened them again he was in a private room. Off to one side sat his Harry, fast asleep. What had happened? Had he had the baby yet? The baby! Where was the baby? A voice at the door startled him.

"Ah, good morning Mr. Potter. You are looking much better this morning."

"What happened? Where am I? What..."

"Slow down, Mr. Potter. It's alright. You're in St. Mungo's maternity ward. You had us worried last night, but you're going to be fine."

"The baby?"

"The baby is fine. You have a beautiful baby girl. Congratulations." The healer turned and left the room.

A girl. He had a daughter.

"Draco."

He turned his head and saw that Harry was awake. "Hello love."

"Hello yourself." Harry sat on the side of the bed and began to lovingly smooth Draco's hair. "You scared the life out of me last night. I thought I was going to lose you. I thought..." Harry threw himself onto his spouse's chest and began to cry. Draco felt his own eyes fill with tears, but he didn't care. He was loved that was what mattered.

"Have, have you seen the baby yet?"

Raising his head from Draco's chest Harry smiled at his love. "Yes, but only for a minute. She's beautiful just like her mother."

The door opened and a nurse wheeled a tiny crib into the room. Gently she picked up the tiny bundle within and placed it in Draco's arms. He adjusted the blankets. A tiny hand pushed its way out and grasped his finger. Suddenly his heart was too full for words.

"Draco?"

He looked from child to father blinking back tears. "Look Harry she's got your eyes."

"And your hair I see. Well at least she won't have trouble keeping it neat like her father."

"Harry Potter don't you do that again, not ever."

"Do what?"

"Put yourself down like that. You're perfect just the way you are."

"So what are we going to call her?"

"How about Jamie?"

"Jamie?"

"Yes, Jamie Opal Potter."

"Sounds good to me Draco." Harry tickled his daughters chin eliciting a coo from the infant.

They were so focused on their newborn daughter that neither of them noticed that Ron and Hermione were at the door.

"Come on Ron," Hermione whispered. "Let's leave them alone for a bit. We can drop by again later." They turned and quietly left the room.