'Mum? Why are you on the couch?'

Kit opened her eyes blearily; the remnants of the party and her son's face swam before her.

'Hmm?'

Nate made a face. 'Park!'

'Yes,' Kit gasped, sitting up and holding her throbbing head. 'Is daddy awake?'

'Yep!' Nate shouted gleefully, and, clapping his hands wildly, ran squealing into the kitchen.

Kit groaned as she held her head. Harry poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at her amusedly.

'Did you want some tea?' he asked quietly.

Kit nodded smally. 'Got a potion?'

'No, let me whip one up,' Harry said sarcastically, turning back into the kitchen. Moments later, Nate came running out.

'Daddy says that you have to go have a shower and tough it out 'cos you're coming with us.'

Kit rolled her eyes, but smiled smally. 'Tell daddy to bring me my tea.'

'Okay!'

Kit grinned, leaning back on the couch and closing her eyes as the chair legs in the kitchen scraped against the floor and Nate spoke to Harry. Harry laughed, and cutlery clattered.

'Here you go,' Harry said softly, sitting next to her and handing her the mug of tea.

'Thanks,' she whispered. 'Nate's eating?'

'Playing with his cereal is more like it,' Harry said softly, looking at her fondly as she took a sip of the tea. 'Are you going to be okay to come to the park?'

'I should be,' Kit breathed. 'I don't know why – I only drank the champagne stuff.'

Harry pondered her for a moment. 'You shouldn't be sick from that.'

Kit shrugged and took another sip as the phone rang in the kitchen. As Harry got up, Kit sat forward on the couch, lost in thought and her headache.

'What? Are you – no, I didn't – no, I don't think – uh, yeah, yeah she did – oh, I see – yeah, I agree. Right. But who – yes, for sure. Speak to you soon. I'll tell her. Bye.'

As Harry hung up the phone, he stuck his head out into the living room.

'Who brought the shrimp ring?'

Kit closed her eyes as confusion flooded her face. 'What?'

'The shrimp ring last night,' Harry repeated. 'Who brought it?'

'I don't know,' she moaned, swirling the tea. 'Why?'

'Because Hermione and Ginny both have something like food poisoning, and they only ate the shrimp. And so did you.'

Kit froze mid swirl. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him. 'We were the only three?'

Harry nodded, and as he did, a wave of nausea passed over her.

'Kit? Are you okay in there?'

She moaned, resting her head on the cold, clean porcelain of the toilet.

'Take that as a yes?'

Kit moaned again, and as she did, Nate came toddling down the hall to Harry.

'Park?'

'Not yet,' Harry sighed, sitting down next to the door as Nate frowned. 'Mum is sick.'

'Ick,' Nate said, making a face as he climbed onto Harry's lap. 'Poor mum.'

'Yes, poor mum,' Harry agreed, smiling slightly as his son made himself comfortable.

'How much longer?' Nate asked loudly through the door.

'Five –'

'Five minutes, bud,' Harry finished as the toilet flushed again.

Five minutes later, the two boys in the hall heard the shower begin to run.

'Okay, Nate,' Harry began, standing up as Nate looked up at him excitedly. 'Shall we make a picnic to take to the park?'

'Yes!'

'Will you help me make the sandwiches?'

Nate's eyes grew large and bright as he clapped his hands. 'Yes! Ham and cheese!'

Harry grinned as he followed the trotting boy into the kitchen.

The day proved to be warm and sunny, and the park was almost full to bursting with yelling, smiling, playing children. It cheered Kit up mildly to see the picture perfect childhood moment, and Nate was pulling on her hand.

'Me and daddy will be over here on the bench,' she told him as Nate's wide green eyes travelled around the park. 'You come see us when you're hungry or something.'

'Yes, mum, bye!'

Harry slipped his hand into Kit's as they watched him run over to the sandbox. He smiled down at her as he gave her hand a squeeze.

'Don't be so worried about him, hey?'

'I can't help it,' she sighed, letting Harry steer her onto the bench and wrap an arm around her shoulders. 'But anyway, how is the job hunting coming along?'

Harry shrugged, not looking at her, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks.

'Any offers?' Kit pressed.

Harry shrugged again, and nodded slowly.

'Are you going to take it?'

'We'll see.'

Kit's eyes narrowed. 'You aren't going to tell me, are you?'

Harry smiled, finally locking eyes with her. 'Nope.'

Kit rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Nate, who was playing closely and happily with another little boy. 'Aww,' she said softly. 'Nate's made a friend.'

Harry laughed and the two little boys stood up together, talking. As the little boy ran over to his mother, Nate came bouncing over to Harry and Kit.

'Sandwich time!'