So, you know, computers are great and all, but when they decide to crash and make you lose ALL your work and files and music and photos and general lovely stuff...not so great.

I will update my other stories, but right now I'm far too annoyed to begin rewriting all the chapters that I'd already done.

In the meanwhile, enjoy some random oneshots?

Inspired by the TO MY WIFE blog. It's fab.

Your Birthday

I hope you like pancakes, because I'll be making them. Happy Birthday.

He crept out of bed, slowly peeling the duvet off, careful not to disturb her, before tiptoeing out of the room, grabbing a t-shirt on his way.

When she woke and saw that he was already up, she double checked the bedside clock to make sure it was actually Saturday. Certain that it was, she lay still for a moment, confused as to what was going on. Once dressed, she made her way into the kitchen of the house that they had bought the month before. Boxes were still scattered about, some of them hadn't even been opened.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat down on one of the barstools.

"Birthday pancakes," She thought about his answer for a while.

"Whose birthday is it?"

"Have you hit your head?" He chuckled and prepared to flip one.

"It's the 5th September already?" He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, continuing to chuckle, before getting back to pancakes. "God,"

"Going senile already?"

"I've been busy,"

"Don't lie," He began putting the pancakes onto two plates. "People in your line of business get a significant drop in sales when they get into your condition,"

"Shut up." She smiled. "Where's my present?"

"I mean," He ignored her question. "Who'd want to pay for sex with a pregnant lady?"

"I understood your malicious joke the first time, Harry."

"Just checking," He grinned widely, before grabbing the chocolate sauce.