'What are your plans for today?'

'Nothing,' Tony shrugs, wolfing down his French toast.

'Kris isn't coming over?' I ask suspiciously, grinning.

He shakes his head, smiling at me. 'Nah, she has a family thing to go to.'

'Good.'

'What?' He looks up shock plastered all over his face and it's all I can do to not laugh.

'We have our own family thing to go to today.'

'Family –?'

'What are you? A next door neighbour?' I laugh, causing him to blush.

'Well, I just thought –'

'Not any old Joe is in my will,' I whisper, leaning on the counter, looking at him.

He blushes deeper, and I'm reminded strongly of Ron.

'Ready?' Draco asks from the door.

We both look up at him and immediately start laughing. Well, I do, while Tony merely chokes on his breakfast.

'What?' he asks innocently, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he planned it. 'Am I not dressed appropriately enough for the beach?'

I just shake my head at him with his flowered beach towel around his shoulders and boldly striped trunks.

'Are we going with him?' Tony asks jokingly, and Draco hits him playfully up-side the head.

'You should be honoured to be going with me,' he states boldly, now walking like a king in a cape.

'Oh, we are,' I giggle as he stuffs a piece of French toast in his mouth whole.

'Have manners, dad.'

Draco merely grins.

Tony leaves his plate in the sink as he wanders up the stairs, calling, 'I want my trunks to match dads!'

Draco and I laugh as I continue to pack our picnic lunch.

'Are you happy?' he whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist.

'I couldn't be happier.'

'Really?'

I turn my head to look at him. 'In my current state, I'm on cloud nine.'

And he beams.

'Will you get the ice packs out of the freezer?' I ask him.

'Why don't you just use magic?' he asks, obliging, and I frown at him.

'You know why. It's the same reason you can't use it. Ever.'

As I take the packs from him, I notice that he's frowning slightly.

'What did you do?' I ask him softly.

'Nothing,' he says quickly. Too quickly.

'Don't lie to me.'

'I had to.'

'You just signed our death certificates.'

'Don't say that!'

Now he's looking at me like I'm the bad guy.

'It's true!' I shout back at him, throwing the ice pack in my hand at him. 'You know perfectly well what will happen! It's happened before!'

'I had to!'

'Why?'

He doesn't answer. And for good reason.

'What's going on?'

'Nothing, Tony,' I whisper, turning back to the picnic basket on the counter.

'That's a lie.'

'Don't talk to your –'

We both look at Draco.

'I'm sorry,' we all mutter at the same time. Looking up at each other, we all smile.

'Go get ready, mum,' Tony says, moving forward towards me. 'We'll take of this.'

'No magic,' I whisper in Draco's ear as I leave, walking up the stairs.