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“SCORPIUS!” Draco yelled as he raced behind his three year old son. Well, he wasn’t moving fast persay, being six months pregnant makes moving so quickly extremely difficult.
The small blonde giggled, waving his daddy’s shirt around in his fist. Draco groaned, biting his cheek and willing himself not to snatch the shirt from his son.
Draco was simply trying to change his clothes and slip into one of Harry’s old sleeping shirts. Scorpius was supposed to be eating but he managed to creep into the room and snatched up the shirt before Draco could remove it from the toddler's grubby reach.
“Give it to me you little brat! If you rip it I swear I’ll turn your hair blue!” Draco threatened in the most nonviolent way he could think of on the spot.
Scorpius giggled again, sticking his head through the neck hole of the shirt. Draco stopped, sighing as his heart swelled.
“Pa! ‘Ook!” Scorpius squealed, shaking his clothed colored arms around. Draco giggled, leaning heavily against the wall to lower himself to the floor.
He grunted as his bum hit the ground and he leant against the wall to catch his breath, cursing quietly about how quick he had gotten winded. When he was settled, Scorpius toddled into his lap, cupping his belly carefully, just like Draco had taught him to.
A small smile grazed Draco’s lips, running his hand through the wild blonde hair atop the toddlers head. Though Scorpius is a near copy of Draco, he was blessed(cursed, as Draco puts it) with Harry’s hair. It was wild and damn near impossible to tame. Just like Harry’s, though, also like Harry’s, it was extremely soft. Which Draco loved, though he’d never admit it.
“Scorpius,” Draco said after a long moment of silence. Scorpius jumped, his pretty blue grey eyes going wide for a second before he flashed Draco a gap toothed smile. “Are you gonna give me Daddy’s shirt?”
Scorpius pulled a face, one that made him look even more like a Malfoy, before smiling again. Draco half expected him to run off but instead he raised his arms, allowing Draco to pull the shirt over his head.
Draco moved Scorpius from his lap, ignoring the angry little grunts and grumbles he received before he leant forward, as far as his baby bump would allow, and pulled said shirt over his head. It was Harry’s of course, one of the only shirts that Draco could squeeze into and still feel relatively comfortable in.
Harry was no taller than Draco, more muscular for sure, but Draco still had height on him. Though, for a reason Draco still can’t understand, Harry prefers buying shirts that are twice his size.
But during times like now, with Harry being gone for so long and Draco being so heavily pregnant, Draco quite enjoyed the fact that some of he and Harry’s favorite shirts were twice the ravenette’s size. It meant despite the baby bump, Draco could still walk around in one of Harry’s shirts.
Draco hummed quietly, pulling his son back into his lap.
“Do you want lunch now, guppy?” Draco asked with a coo, using a nickname that never failed to make Scorpius giggle. Draco had no idea why the word was so funny to the tot but he used it just to hear that sweet laugh erupt from his son’s throat.
Scorpius squealed, nodding his small head vigorously. Draco smiled, putting Scorpius down so that he could pull himself up. The second Scorpius was on his own two feet he took off running.
“Don’t run in the house you brat!” Draco called as he wobbled on his feet, rubbing his belly carefully.
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Draco Malfoy-Potter groaned as he lowered himself into one of their plush dining room chairs. He was nursing a cup of tea, green tea specifically, it was the only type he was able to stomach this time around. When he was pregnant with his newly three year old son he couldn’t stand the taste of it.
Draco’s stomach lurched as he raised the cup to his lips and he frowned, setting it down. He gently ran his hand over his belly, smiling softly at the small kick his daughter gave.
Though he felt dreary and utterly exhausted and all he wished to just lay down and sleep for days on end but alas that shan’t happen. Draco knows if he goes to sleep now, he won’t wake for hours. If he wasn’t taking care of his son he would have passed out hours ago.
Speaking of, Draco had finally managed to put his son down for a nap. After a very messy lunch, an argument about bath time(which was utterly embarrassing, who argues with a toddler who can’t even speak properly?). Fighting with a wriggling, screaming, toddler isn’t exactly easy when you’re also six months pregnant.
Draco sighed, letting his hand drift down to his belly once more, silently cursing his husband for his stupidly bright smile and stupid handsome face, and his ever stupider “Lets have another baby”.
Don’t get Draco wrong, he absolutely adores Scorpius, no matter how difficult he could be, and his little Lima Bean, though at this point his daughter isn’t really a bean. It was just a petname that he, or more specifically his husband, was just obsessed with calling their newest Potter-Malfoy member. Draco tried to veto the name of course. Why on earth would he agree to call his child a type of food? That’s horrendously distasteful.
But once again, Harry’s stupidly bright smile swayed Draco into agreeing. Though Scorpius also had a part to play in the nickname game. Scorpius was enamored with his little sister. Draco always felt his heart swell when the ever bossy toddler demanded to see Draco’s bare belly.
Near daily, Scorpius would toddle up to Draco, angrily demanding with a tiny balled fist, “Wanna see t’ ben!” And Draco always has to stop himself from making a face whenever his son says ‘bean’.
Though dealing with the crude mispronunciation of such a simple word is always worth it just to see his son interacting with his sister. The smaller blonde loves giving kisses to his little sister, technically Draco’s belly, or babbling nonsensically about his day.
Of course Scorpius’ actions left Draco immobile for hours on end some days, he didn’t mind. The little brat was going to be an excellent big brother. And sometimes allowing Scorpius to ‘play’ with his sister was the only way to stop the nonstop screaming and crying. Simply allowing the smaller blonde to set up his toys in front of Draco and babble about this or that was the closest Draco has felt to peace the past couple of months.
Even nap times are stressful. Draco thought drearily as he looked around the kitchen. Toys were thrown about. Some food and paint were rubbed against the counter. Draco backtracked for a second and zeroed in on the paint.
“Paint? Where on earth did he…” Draco cursed, he did not remember when his son had gotten into paint but he knew it would be a pain to clean without being able to use magic. He cursed even louder when he realized where it had most likely come from.
Forcing himself from his chair, Draco rushed, or waddled, as fast as he could to a room that he was so sure he had locked.
“He can’t even reach the locks! How in bloody hell did he get in!?” Draco found himself yelling before he could think to shut himself up. He shoved the door to his art room open and felt his heart drop.
Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the fact that somehow, someway, his son has managed to break into his only sanctuary and absolutely ruin the piece Draco had been working on for months.
Draco felt tears begin to swell and hateful words bubble high in his throat. “He..he..SCORPIUS HYPERION POTTER-MALFOY!” Draco bellowed, anger flaring so high he wanted to curse at his son. His emotions were rushing, he didn’t even know why he was so upset, sure it took a long time but it was his fault that Scorpius had gotten into the room anyways.
Draco bit his tongue hard, balling his fist as he stomped out of his once clean art room. He couldn’t curse out a child, that was far too pathetic. He swallowed his anger and hurriedly walked past his room. Only to stop dead when he heard the small sniffles.
Draco felt his blood run cold. In the haze of his anger he hadn’t even bothered to contain the noise he was making, nor did he register that screaming someone's name is probably a horrible way to wake up.
Draco rushed into the room, heart only sinking further as his son let out another loud sob. “Scorpius…guppy, don’t cry…” Draco whispered, when he didn’t receive the usual happy giggle he bit his lip, suppressing his tears.
Draco approached his cot, raising his hands shakily as Scorpius followed suit, his little arms shooting into the air the second Draco raised his hands.
Draco scooped the child into his arms, adjusting his smaller body around his belly. Scorpius gripped Draco’s shirt tightly, tucking his head into Draco’s neck, sobbing loudly. Draco staggered a bit, moving forward to sit in the rocking chair in the corner.
“I’m so sorry..” Was all Draco could think to say. His own tears had finally spilled. His mind was swimming. He felt so guilty, so tired, he was still angry but it was quickly dissipating as his son held onto him.
Draco was so lost in trying to stop his own tears as well as his son’s that he didn’t notice the sound of the floo flaring up nor did he hear the footsteps rushing towards Scorpius’ room.
It wasn’t until the door was once again shoved open did he finally realize someone was in his home.
Steel grey met sparkling green and the tears only amplified. “Harry…” Draco breathed, clutching Scorpius closer to his chest.
“Draco..what happened?” The man asked, carefully moving around toys to approach his two crying blondes.
Harry carefully removed Scorpius from Draco’s arms. Said toddler looked around wildly before making eye contact with his daddy.
“Hi buddy.” Harry whispered, a smile itching across his face. Draco watched in awe, and slight irritation, as Scorpius’ tears stopped immediately. He smiled a smile mimicking his father’s and muttered something nonsensical, cupping Harry’s jaw with chubby hands.
Harry beamed and pressed a kiss to the little brat’s head. “I hope you weren't too much trouble.” Harry said teasingly, peppering more kisses on the baby’s face.
“He was a bloody hellion.” Draco groaned from his spot, rubbing his belly tentatively. Harry smiled, bending down to kiss Draco’s forehead as well.
“Sounds like someone I know.” Harry hummed, ignoring the little dissatisfied babbles from his son.
“Yeah, like you, you bloody oaf.” Draco groaned, rolling his eyes. Harry chuckled, placing Scorpius back in his cot. The toddler let out a bunch of angry grunts and grumbles but Harry merely smiled.
He removed his wand and waved it, casting a wordless cleaning charm around the room. Draco shivered as Harry’s magic caressed his skin.
“Bloody show off.” Draco groaned, reaching his arms out with a scowl. “You did this now you deal with it, help me up will you?”
Harry smiled, pulling Draco to his feet before slipping his hands down to Draco’s hips. Harry pressed a soft kiss to Draco’s lips, making the blonde tilt his head down awkwardly, not that he minded.
The couple swayed, basking in each other’s presence.
“I missed you Dray..” Harry hummer, pressing kisses into the blonde’s unnaturally messy hair.
Draco scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “Of course you did Potter.” Draco laughed softly and pressed a kiss to Harry’s throat.
He moved to wrap his arms around Harry’s shoulders when something soft hit his back. “Daddy! Bad daddy! My papa, no kisses for you!” Scorpius screamed from his cot, glaring daggers at his father.
“Hey brat! Why are you yelling at him but hitting me huh?” Draco snapped, frowning at his son.
“And you said he acts like me. That’s a Malfoy face right there.” Harry snickered, hugging Draco’s waist.
Draco turned back towards his husband with a frown. The look both Draco and Scorpius were giving him only made Harry laugh harder.
He buried his face in the crook of Draco’s neck as he attempted to stifle his giggles.
Draco rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. He felt an air of relaxation rush over his body that he hasn’t felt in a month.
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Harry Potter-Malfoy was Draco’s anchor. Draco hadn’t truly realized that until Harry was gone. Sure, being an Auror, Harry would sometimes have to go on long trips. A day or two here, a week or two there, but never two whole months, nearly three.
Two months without Harry wasn’t at all favorable. Draco loves his son but he can’t handle Scorpius all on his own while also carrying his daughter.
But he doesn’t have to worry about that anymore. Now that Harry was back Draco was attached to his hip, even more than Scorpius normal was.
“Draco, love, you okay?” Harry asked quietly as they lay on their bed. Draco hadn’t really spoken since Harry returned. After calming both Scorpius and Draco down, Harry had to basically force Draco to go to sleep while he put Scorpius back down for his nap and cleaned the house.
Draco wasn’t sure why he was refusing the sleep he had so desperately yearned for, probably because his daughter was kicking up a fuss, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Eventually Draco had agreed, allowing Harry to lay him down. Draco fell asleep almost immediately and when he had woken hours later he found the house clean and Scorpius shoving mac and cheese down his throat.
Now, it was much later and the couple were finally alone. Just them, well them and the little Lima Bean but she didn’t technically count. Or maybe she did, Draco doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. Not at this moment.
“Mhm.” Draco hummed, burying his face into the crook of Harry’s neck, “Missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Harry whispered, kissing Draco’s shoulder softly. He let his hand travel down the blonde’s side and rest on his stomach.
Harry grinned when his daughter kicked against his hand. “I missed you so much. You, Scorpius and our little Lima Bean.”
Draco groaned. “I told you to stop calling her that.”
Harry froze before looking up, trying to meet Draco’s eye. “Her? It’s a girl? We’re having a girl?” Harry asked excitedly, grinning like mad.
Draco smiled and nodded, kissing along Harry’s stubbled jaw. Draco hugged Harry closer, relishing in the feeling of having another person in his bed.
“Draco” Harry murmured, rubbing Draco’s back lightly. The blonde looked up, staring into the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Being in the eye of the press Harry had practically mastered masking his emotions with a cheerful smile. But Draco could see through it, he could always see through Harry’s smile.
Harry’s eyes were twinkling with worry and nervousness that Harry hid with a soft smile. “Harry? What’s wrong?”
Harry smiled sheepishly, “Uhm I, I uhm quit today.” He muttered, ducking his face into his arm.
“You did?” Draco asked, hoping he didn’t sound too excited. Harry nodded slowly, looking at Draco with prominent nervousness.
“Yeah uhm, I hated this assignment honestly. Being away from my family for two fucking months, no way to contact you guys. It drove me crazy. I can’t do that anymore.” Harry whispered, kissing Draco’s nose.
Draco smiled, leaning into the touch. “I’m glad, if you end up in the hospital again I’d probably make you resign.” Draco teased, both he and Harry knew Draco wouldn’t do that, the blonde knew how much Harry loved his job.
Harry chuckled, hugging Draco close to his body. Draco let his shoulders sag, his hair falling into his face as he tilted his head to look at his husband. He intertwined their fingers, staring at the matching wedding bands for only a moment before sighing.
“I missed you so much.” Draco whispered, kissing Harry’s knuckles.
Harry smiled, pushing Draco’s hair from his face. “I missed you too.”
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