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Small sticky fingers prodding at his face, a knee digging into his stomach as the body perched itself atop of him. “Da-da,” a sweet voice called, Draco allowed his eyes to open a smile lighting his face as he took in the sight of Lyra his two-year-old daughter who had red jam around her mouth, jam that was also the cause of her sticky fingers against his skin.
“Hello sweetie,” he said as he pushed himself into a sitting position, the tot, falling to land in his lap.
“Da-da,” she said again, her hands reaching up to touch his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he wandlessly cast a cleansing charm to remove all the jam from both his daughter and he; lyra laughing happily as the magic tingled against her delicate skin.
“Where’s everyone else,” he asked as he wrapped her in his arms, lifting her as he climbed off the bed and stepped into the worn sheepskin slippers Hermione’s parents had given him many years ago when he and Hermione had only just begun to date. Lyra snuggled into his chest, one thumb in her mouth, content in his arms; Draco kissed her blonde curls and set off in search of the rest of his family.
Making his way to the partially opened door Draco exited his bedroom, making his way through the house, following the distant sound of laughter and music. These sounds led him to the kitchen. Draco lent against the doorway of the room observing the scene before him. Hermione was dressed in a powdered blue sundress, which accentuated the swell of her latest pregnancy, twins due the following month. Her sundress was covered in flour as were the two boys at her side: eight-year-old Scorpius and five-year-old Leo. They were trying to make pancakes; many failed attempts stacked cooling on a large pate while in a frying pan overcooked bacon smoked. There were chopped fruit and store-bought Danish Pastries with a jug of orange juice on the table in the corner of the room, the only edible things available this morning. Above the table was a handmade banner the words ‘Happy Father’s Day’ decorated with glue, glitter, feathers, and pom-pom's.
“Your meant to be on bedrest,” he spoke quietly.
“Happy Father’s Day Daddy,” his two sons told him, each running over and hugging him.
“Thank you, boy’s,” he replied, “why don’t you set the table while I help Mummy,” he told them, smiling as they ran to the drawer where they stored the placemats.
“We wanted to surprise you with Breakfast,” Hermione told him as he approached her, wrapping one arm around her while holding a now sleeping Lyra with the other.
“What a wonderful surprise it is, these pancakes look delicious,” he told her seriously, Hermione snorted. After five years of dating and a further ten years of marriage they both knew that Hermione exceled at many things, but cooking was not one of them.
“They look dreadful, we’d probably all end up with salmonella if we ate them,” she replied.
“That’s true, how about you girls go to the table, and I’ll whip up another batch with some fresh bacon,” he told her as he passed her Lyra.
“But it is Father’s Day, you should be getting spoiled, not working,” she protested as he shooed her over to the table.
“Working is going on raids, interrogating criminals, and filling out paperwork at the Auror department, not providing for my family by making them breakfast. Now healer Malfoy follow the advice of your own healer and rest,” he told her leaning in to give her a sweet kiss.
“I don’t see why I have to rest so much,” she pouted as she sat down, Lyra resting atop of her bump.
“Because you are growing two tiny humans, and your body needs rest,” he replied as he used his wand to mix a quick pancake batter and to place fresh bacon into a new pan.
“I could have done paperwork,” she told him as he began pouring the batter, using a spatula to flip each pancake after a few minutes before removing it from the pan and repeating the process.
“No you couldn’t you need to listen to your body, and you know it,” he said.
“I know, I just hate leaving work unfinished, she told him.
“That’s why I’ve asked Harry to put me on Paternity leave early. Yesterday was my last shift until after the babies are born. We both must trust our colleagues to continue our work over the next six months while we focus on our family," he informed her.
“Your staying home with us,” she asked her eyes watering.
“I am, and I will cook breakfast every morning,” he replied as he carried the bacon and pancakes to the table. Draco then lent down and kissed Hermione's head of curls, wiping away her tears and taking Lyra back into his arms so he could place the tot into her highchair.
"I love you so much," she told him, reaching out to take hold of his hand.
"I love you too, all of you," he spoke, casting his eye's around the table.
"We love you Daddy," his boy's replied both filling their plates with food.
“These look a lot better than Mummy’s; they were burnt and squidgy,” Leo told him.
“Mummy you made a nice fruit salad,” Scorpius complemented Hermione, heaping a load onto his plate.
“Thank you, Scorp,” Hermione replied. Draco smiled, moments like these, sitting with his family were the best moments of his life, he knew that Father’s Day would be perfect because he got to spend it with Hermione and his children.