Disclaimer: I own the kids, but that's about it.

A/N: This is the last of the cookies, I also think it's the yummiest. It's post-Hogwarts. Alicia and Harry are married and have three children. They get asked The Question.

This will complete Crumbs, but the good news is that my full-length H/A fic is going strong. The next chapter is very long and it should be ready any day now. If you liked these snippets then give that story a go.


It was a normal Saturday afternoon in the Potter household. Six-year-old Rosemary was colouring in with her four-year-old brother Jamie and Harry and Alicia were sitting on the floor with two-month-old Olivia lying between them.

Rosemary finished her picture of a unicorn and went to join her parents. Jamie threw down his crayon and hurried after his sister. He hated being left out. Rosemary settled herself on her father's lap and Jamie scowled.

"Plenty of room," Harry assured his son and pulled him onto his lap as well.

Alicia smiled. He was so good with the kids, though he did tend to spoil them. Despite that, he knew how to avoid fights well enough and they actually listened to him most of the time.

"Mummy…"

Alicia looked up at Rosemary and shook her head. "No more ice cream."

"But Jamie had more than me!"

"You both had one scoop each," Alicia said firmly. "You can't eat ice cream all day."

"Why not?" Jamie pouted.

"Because you'll get fat." Harry tickled him and he squealed with laughter.

Rosemary opened her green eyes as far as she could and smiled sweetly. "Daddy, can't I just have a little bit more? Please?"

"Well, surely a little-"

"No, Harry." Alicia pointed her finger at him. "Don't let her suck you in."

Harry didn't want to incur his wife's wrath. The last time that happened he ended up sleeping in Jamie's room for a week. "Your mother's right. No more ice cream today, honey."

"You're mean." She crossed her arms in a huff and turned away.

"Rosie, I know what it's like to have mean guardians and I can tell you I'm not mean, nor is your mother."

Rosemary was still too young to understand her father's past so she didn't say anything. They all watched Olivia gurgle and kick her legs in the air for a while. Then Rosemary said, "Mummy, where do babies come from?"

"Olivia was in my tummy, remember?"

"Yes, but how did she get in there?"

Alicia and Harry exchanged a glance. Harry looked horrified and Alicia stifled a laugh. "You should ask your daddy. He knows more about that stuff than I do."

"Alicia!"

"Daddy, how did Olivia get into mummy's tummy?" Jamie asked, wanting to get in on the act as well.

"You're evil," Harry hissed at his wife.

Alicia smiled innocently. "I'm not touching that question with a ten-foot pole. Besides, it's time for Olivia's feed. Have fun, sweetheart."

Harry shook his head urgently. "No way. You can't leave."

"I have to feed the baby, unless you're lactating and would care to swap with me of course." She scooped up Olivia and Harry gave her a warning glare that vowed he'd pay her back.

Alicia left and Rosemary and Jamie slid off Harry's lap and sat across from him. They stared at him expectantly and he wondered where to start. He had no idea how he was supposed to explain it.

"Olivia grew in mummy's tummy," he began tentatively.

"She grew?" Jamie frowned.

"From a little seed."

"Like a tree?" Rosemary asked.

"No. Not a real seed," Harry sighed.

"A seed but not a seed?"

"Yes." Harry realised that would make no sense at all to them, but it was the best he could do.

"How did the seed get into her tummy?"

"Did she eat it?" Jamie exclaimed. "I bet she ate it!"

Rosemary suddenly looked stricken. "I ate a sesame seed once. I don't anything to grow in my tummy! Daddy!"

"Relax," he soothed. "Babies don't grow from sesame seeds. It was a special seed that mummy and I made together."

Jamie, who obviously thought he had been left out again, demanded, "When can I make one?"

"Not till you're forty," Harry answered promptly.

"That's not fair!"

"How did you make the seed?" Rosemary interrupted.

This was what Harry had been dreading. He rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. "All right. Do you know the difference between boys and girls?"

"Oh! I do! I do!" Jamie bounced excitedly. Any chance to show up his older sister was bliss. He said in his best grown-up voice, "Girls wear dresses."

Harry was really going to make Alicia pay. "That's not quite what I meant." Jamie's lower lip trembled and Rosemary laughed at him. Harry reached across and ruffled his hair. "But that was a very good answer."

"It's easy." Rosemary flicked a dark brown pigtail over her shoulder. "Girls are prettier."

"Are not!" Jamie protested.

"Girls are smarter, too." She poked her tongue out, something that she knew would enrage her brother.

"Are not! Daddy, tell her it's not true!"

"It is so true! Everyone knows it. Tell him, daddy," she urged.

Jamie yanked on one of his sister's pigtails and she shrieked. Jamie laughed gleefully and Rosemary narrowed her eyes then pounced on him, chanting "Girls are better!" over and over again.

"Ok, that's enough." Harry calmly stood up grabbed Rosemary around the waist. "No more fighting."

Rosemary stopped struggling in his arms and frowned thoughtfully. "What was the question again?"

Harry suddenly became aware that he had been sweating. The last thing he needed was for one of them to remember the horrible conversation and start asking impossible questions again. Alicia was probably going to kill him but…

"Who wants ice cream?"

"ME!" both children screamed in unison.

He set Rosemary down and the two of them ran off to the kitchen. Careful to make sure they were exactly the same size, he gave each of them a scoop of ice cream and went back to read the Daily Prophet. Alicia emerged not long after and sat beside Harry.

"That was quick," he commented as she handed him the baby.

Alicia just winked. "Her feed isn't for another half an hour. So it went well?"

"Definitely."

"You're so brave." She kissed him on the cheek. "Where are the monsters?"

"Kitchen."

She gave him a surprised look, which quickly turned suspicious. Without a word she strode off to the kitchen. Harry closed his eyes and counted. "One. Two. Three."

"Harry Potter!"

He grinned down at his gurgling daughter. "Looks like I'm swapping with Jamie tonight."