Disclaimer: I forgot to add this to the first chapter. I own EVERYTHING…..except the characters. They were created by J.K. Rowling before I even knew how to write a complete sentence, let alone an entire story. It was a nice thought, though.

Chapter 2

Draco arrived home later than he had planned. The doctor had run many unexpected tests on him and the results took all day to receive. He had been a nervous wreck, and he didn't want Harry to come home to that. Draco had visited Blaise, who lived down the street, while he waited. Him and his wife had two adorable little boys. Jaison was 4 and Zacarie was 2. They looked almost exactly alike. The only difference was the color of their eyes. Zac's were a bright blue while Jaison's were a light brown. Besides little Zac's eyes, they didn't look like their mother hardly at all. Draco didn't get the chance to meet her, but he saw pictures hanging around the house. She always seemed to be working.

After Draco received his test results at around 7 at night, he needed a few hours to himself. He didn't know how he was going to tell Harry. He didn't take the news well himself. The doctor acted as if it was completely normal, but it wasn't. Draco had never been told it was possible.

Draco stood in the yard for a few more minutes before walking up to the front door. The lights in the windows told him that Harry was home, and he might be worried about his husband's whereabouts. Draco walked into the house and the first thing he saw was Harry running into the kitchen. Odd, he thought as he went to see what Harry was up to.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the entrance to the kitchen. The sound of his voice made Harry jump. "Babe, what are you doing?"

Harry quickly turned around with a large plastic spoon in his hand. "Cooking."

Draco's grey eyes widened. "You can't cook!"

Harry shrugged. "Eh. I figured I'd give it a shot. You weren't here when I got home, and after this morning," he paused as Draco blushed. "It was the least I could do." He started spooning the food into two bowls.

Draco went to the silverware drawer. "Forks or spoons?"

"Uh," Harry stared at the mass of noodles and vegetables in the pot. "Forks." He set the two bowls on the table.

Draco grabbed two forks and sat in his usual spot as Harry put the apron away. He looked at the food in front of him. He had to admit, it looked pretty appetizing.

Harry sat down and started to twirl noodles onto his fork. He stabbed a few pepper pieces and looked at Draco. "Where were you?"

Draco had a slight panic attack in his head. What was he supposed to say? He chewed his first bite slowly to buy him some time. Harry didn't rush him, either. Draco swallowed. "I spent sometime at Blaise's." It wasn't completely a lie, but it also wasn't the complete truth.

"Ahh. How is he these days?"

"He's doing fairly well, actually." Draco felt highly relieved. "He stays at home with the boys while Angela is at work."

"He lost his job?" Harry filled his mouth with more food.

"No, he quit."

"Why?"

Draco swallowed and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "They kept extending his hours to the point that he hardly went home."

"That's too bad."

Draco shrugged. "Not the way Blaise sees it. He loves spending the day with the boys." He changed the subject to make sure it didn't find its way back to what he did that day. "How was work?"

Unfortunately, Harry didn't have much to say. Since the fall of Voldemort, crimes involving Dark Magic had decreased to a bare minimum. Sometimes the ministry would go a whole year without needed the Dark Arts department. Harry was pretty much the only one left with the responsibility of taking care of dark wizards. The conversation was brought back to Draco. "How did your physical go?"

Draco stood up to place his bowl in the sink. Here we go. "It—well—um," he opened the trash bin to throw away his napkin. He paused for a moment, and then started to pull out paper cartons with red symbols on them. "Babe?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"What are these?"

Harry looked at the items in Draco's hands. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Take-out."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "So you didn't cook?"

Harry sat up indignantly. "I warmed it up!"

"You shouldn't have needed to," Draco threw the containers back in the trash.

Harry took his hand off his neck and started to fidget with his silverware. "It was cold when I got home."

Draco crossed his arms. "And how is that?"

Harry replied so quietly that Draco had to lean in to hear properly. "I bought it during my lunch break."

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head. "Harry…"

"What?"

Draco sat back down. He was still shaking his head. "I don't know about you sometimes."

The raven-haired man crossed his arms. "You never answered my question. What did the doctor have to say?"

Damn. Well, he's going to find out sooner or later. But how do I break it to him gently? "He—uh—well…"

"Jeez, Draco. Is it really this complicated?" Harry was getting frustrated.

"Actually, it is."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really!"

"How so?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry!" Draco then covered his face with his hands and his forehead made a loud thumping noise against the table.

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