Daisy scanned the light-blue fabric and nodded. "It's a good suit. You look nice." "Thanks, love," Harry said. Then he sighed and leaned back in his chair. A long pause passed before he nearly made Daisy choke on her wine, "I think I'm gonna have a baby. Just me, on my own." Daisy coughed a few times, her hand on her chest as she looked at Harry with wide eyes. "Why on earth would you do that?" Written for the prompt - Harry, who has always enjoyed being everybody's baby, is having a baby.