Disclaimer: I am not the illustrious J.K. Rowling. If I were she, I would not be writing fan fiction. I make no money from this.

A/N: This is written for The "365 Days of Drabbles" Challenge on HPFC. This is a challenge to write a drabble or one shot a day for 365 days. Each day will have a prompt that is to be used that day. Most of these will revolve around Sevmione. If you don't like the pairing, don't read. They won't be in any particular order. The prompt for day 281: Family.

This is also written for The Game of LIFE Challenge on HPFC. The prompt I got was "first words."

Family

Hermione and Severus were in their living quarters at Hogwarts. Hermione was on the floor playing with their son Michael and Severus was sitting at the desk grading student essays.

Michael had taken his first steps several weeks ago at 9 months old and was toddling around picking up blocks and stacking them up to build a tower. When it would inevitably topple over, he would start again.

Hermione was trying to get Michael to say his first word. "Can you say 'Mummy?' Can you say 'Daddy?' Why won't he speak Severus? I want him to at least call me 'Mummy.'"

"Maybe he's waiting for the right time. During the exercise in futility he's practicing now is surly not it."

Hermione scoffed. "He's just building a block tower. It's not an exercise in futility. He could at least say 'Mummy' while he's doing it."

"Maybe he's hoping for something a little more intelligent to say. Unlike the dunderheads that wrote these," said Severus holding up the third year essays he was marking.

"Dundeads," said Michael grinning.

Hermione and Severus looked at each other and then looked at Michael.

"Did he just say…?" asked Hermione.

"Dundeads," said Michael again as he clapped his hands together

"Yes, yes he did," said Severus.

"I've been trying for weeks to get him to say 'Mummy' or 'Daddy' and his first word is 'dunderheads,'" ranted Hermione.

"Dundeads!" yelled Michael and then he giggled.

Severus chuckled and Hermione glared at him. "He just dislikes dunderheads as much as his daddy does," Severus felt the need to defend his son's choice of first words.

Michael grinned up at Severus and said, "Daddy."

Hermione huffed and stormed into the bedroom she shared with Severus.

Severus stood from the desk and walked over to Michael to pick him up. "I think you may have upset her with that one, son. Let's make some tea while she cools off a bit and then we'll go apologize to Mummy."

Michael gurgled and Severus took that to mean, "Yes, that sounds like a splendid plan." He walked into the kitchen, sat Michael in his high chair and set about making tea.

Just as Severus was taking the whistling kettle off the stove, Hermione walked into the kitchen. Michael held his chubby little arms out and grasped for her.

"No," she told him. "I'm not picking you up until you say 'Mummy.'"

"Mum-mum," said Michael and Severus chuckled.

Hermione walked over and picked up Michael before following Severus into the sitting room where he began pouring tea. She settled Michael down in his play pen before sitting with Severus on the sofa.

"Now why don't you tell me what's really bothering you," Severus said.

Hermione took a sip of tea to stall for a bit of time while she thought of the best way to phrase it. "Severus," she said, "I think I may be pregnant. I know we wanted to wait until Michael was a bit older and I know it's harder for a woman that's breast feeding to get pregnant, but I just have this feeling that I am."

Severus sat stunned, but managed to pull himself together during her little speech. "Have you cast the charm?" he asked. When she shook her head in the negative he asked, "Have you seen Poppy?" Again her head shook in the negative. "Lay back," he instructed.

She lay back and pulled the bottom of her shirt up just enough to expose her midriff. He murmured the pregnancy charm and they waited a moment. A blue glow emanated from her abdomen.

They looked at each other for a moment. Hermione looked a little uncertain and Severus' face was a blank mask. Suddenly, Severus' face split into a wide grin. "We're going to have a baby," he said.

The look of relief on Hermione's face said it all. She grinned and walked over to Michael to pick him up out his play prison. He put his head on her shoulder and murmured in baby babble. Hermione sat down on the sofa with him and her husband wrapped his arms around her and their son. Their family was growing and they could be happier.