The Trio's Era Challenge / Prompt : Dean Thomas becomes a father. Prompts Used : cheese, glorify, justify, tail, academic

Pick A Card, Any Card Challenge / Prompt : Ten of Spades

Dean apparated to their lawn, his briefcase and bowler hat in hand. Their front porch smelled strongly of chocolate and...cheese. He unlocked his front door, calling out to his lovely wife who was cooking something in the kitchen. "Sue, love, I'm home!" he said whilst removing his long robes and untying his tie. He strolled towards the kitchen where his wife was, giving her a back hug.

"What're you cooking, love?" Dean asked, burying his face on the crook of her neck.

He adored coming home with her cooking and singing in the kitchen- it was one of the things he wouldn't think of loving 10 years back. He places loud kisses on the base of her neck which resulted with Sue losing her focus and slightly shoving Dean off her. She scowled at him, a hand stirring on the pot and the other on her waist as if to intimidate. Sue looked adorable while angry, really. She looked like an angry pixie, complete with short hair, reddened face and a petite frame.

"I'm cooking me some pudding." Sue said through clenched teeth.

"Pudding? What pudding?" Dean brightened up, looking over the pot. The pot contained gooey, brown-orange colored pudding with little lumps of what looked like cubes of goat cheese.

"Chocolate-Cheese Pudding." Sue sheepishly grinned her tiny eyes almost disappearing to a thin line.

Something clicked on Dean's mind. "This just justifies every symptom, Sue!" he grinned madly at her, holding her with either sides of her arms.

"Symptoms on what?" Sue frowned.

"That you might be pregnant, dear." Dean lovingly explained, slightly lifting her up from the ground.

Sue hesitated. It wasn't like she didn't want to bear a child, it was just that she was scared. She was scared that she's still young enough (many say 23 is just the right age) to be a mother. She was scared that she wouldn't be a good mother to her child.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. You're wrong, love. You'll be the greatest mother a child can have. I know that. I want you to put all your doubts away, Sue." Dean ordered her softly.

She sighed. She needed to really get a grip. "Okay. I'll brew the Pregnancy Test Potion first thing in the morning."

"Really?" Dean hopefully asked, cupping her face in his hands. "Why not now, right at this moment? I wanna know now!" he sounded like he could already be bouncing on his feet. You see, Dean was really amazed of how such a beautiful thing could be the product of love. He knew that he and Sue will be the greatest parents their children would ever know.

"Because," his wife chuckled, mildly rolling her eyes, "I need some Re'em tails for the potion. The potion I will be making is native in Asia, as I'm Asian. Re'em tails can only be found in Knockturn Alley and I'd really appreciate it if you accompany me." Sue sweetly asked, giving him pecks on the lips.

"You don't even need to ask." Dean chuckled and swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. He laid her down cautiously and he joined her afterwards.

"Don't worry about anything, okay? We'll be alright. You'll be an amazing mother to our children." he smiled fondly at her, brushing stray hair out of her face. "I'm quite excited, if you still hadn't figured that out. I mean, how would our child look like?" he wondered out loud.

"I think we'd be the fond parents who glorify everything their child does.. I imagine our son as a star Quidditch player with many beautiful ladies surrounding him after each match, not the type to hole himself up in his bedroom to read all day." Dean teased, chuckling his scowling wife.

"What's wrong with being academic?" Sue lightly slapped his arm, "I'm a Ravenclaw! I strongly think our daughter will inherit my wit and intelligence, not your brawn." she stuck her tongue out like a little child.

"How about we have 7 children to make our own Quidditch team, and each and every one of them with different personalities?" Dean suggested, grinning broadly.

"I will not produce that many children!"