2 months later

Harry got up in record time and sprinted to the bathroom, where he soundly vomited into the toilet. Severus wasn't far behind, and with a shocked face he rubbed circles over Harry's back who was emptying his whole stomach contents. He handed Harry a wet, cold towel which Harry took with gratitude.

"Harry, it seems like you caught the flu, you should stay in bed for a couple of days. I'll make you something light to eat if you think you can handle it?"

"Thanks, maybe some soup, but nothing heavy."

Severus kissed Harry's head and went to the kitchen.

This began to form a routine, but when Harry still wasn't improving after a week, Severus started to worry.

"Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey about this."

"You think?"

"Yeah, just to be sure that you're not dying." Severus made an attempt to joke, just to lighten the mood, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, so he didn't try again.

When Severus got to his chambers, he found Harry shifting nervously on the couch.

"Harry, is something wrong? What did Madame Pomfrey say?"

Harry was quiet for a moment, before he asked Severus: "You love me, right?"

"Of course I do."

"And you'll stay with me no matter what?"

"Yes, Harry, please tell me what's wrong."

It was quiet for a minute, but then Harry whispered: "I'm pregnant."

Severus was in shock, he just stared, looking at Harry, no, say, staring, his mouth a bit open. He couldn't make sense of his thoughts, they just kept on coming. He just sat there. He didn't move when Harry called his name, and he didn't move when Harry went to bed.

Finally, after a while, he moved. He walked to the kitchen and splashed some water in his face.

While Severus stood there in the kitchen, Harry lay in bed, thinking about what Pomfrey had said: "Only two really powerful wizards can conceive a baby. Only truly powerful ones, Mister Potter. It's really a miracle."

He understood Severus' reaction, he had been shocked too, but when he stroked the tiny little bump that had formed in hid belly, he couldn't help but smile, because it somehow felt right.

He pretended to be asleep when Severus walked into the room. He was disappointed when Severus just lay next to him, but then he felt Severus move; he was turning towards him. Then, very faintly, he felt Severus' hand on his belly. Severus' hand was stroking softly, you could almost say lovingly, the bump.

"Hey, my little gift from heaven," Severus whispered to Harry's belly, and then he pressed a tender kiss, almost as if it were breakable on the skin under which their child was growing.

"Goodnight, my angel," he whispered to Harry and also pressed a tender kiss on his forehead.

When Harry heard Severus' breath even out, Harry turned away and cried silent tears of joy.

Severus woke up spooned to Harry's back, his hand on Harry's belly which was covered by Harry's own hands. Harry's eyes moved under his eyelids and slowly opened them., He looked over his shoulder at Severus, who had moist eyes. His hand was rubbing slow circles over Harry's belly.

"I love you," he whispered to Harry, and then very softly he whispered it again, looking at his hand on Harry's belly.

Harry, after he turned around, kissed Severus slowly, and sweetly, knowing that this was Severus' way of apologizing and telling Harry that he was happy with their child. His next words made that even more clear.

"My two gifts from heaven."

And it was only that Severus had hidden behind a mask for so long and still wasn't used to showing emotions, that he didn't cry.

I'm very sorry that this chap is so short. I got some more written by hand already, but no time to type it out and post it.
After all the tests that I have to do in school this week I hope that I'll find some time to type the rest and to write more.