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- 9
- 10
There was a
loud shriek and the sound of pounding feet, and Ron leapt back as Jack belted
past him, Rosie quick on his heels, and then a very hot and heavily panting
Charlie chased them both, with what looked like a cape flying out over his
shoulders.

�Your
brother is annoyingly fit,� Harry commented, watching the scene.

�I know.
But then, he does get up at stupid o�clock and jog,� Ron shivered at the very thought.
�Nothing wrong with jogging,� Harry said airily, spooning some pasta salad onto
his plate.

�Oh don�t,�
Ginny made a face from where she was clutching their two year old daughter,
Lily. �You�ll start him off about how �exercise is crucial to maintain a healthy
lifestyle�.�

�It is!� Harry protested.

�Yes but, darling,� Ginny laced her voice with sickly sweet venom. �It only
works that way if you do it regularly, and you don�t get a pizza on the way
back. And if you don�t do it regularly, and you do buy pizzas, then you have no
right to shove your high horse down our throats.�

�Face it
Harry,� Ron shook his head. �We�ve got three years of our twenties left �you�ve
barely got an ounce of flab on you. Get over it.�

�Easy for you to say,� Harry glowered, looking nervously at his teeny beer gut.
�Mr. Insanely Fast Metabolism. JAMES!� Harry�s shout
made them all jump. �STOP IT! IF HE BITES YOU IT�LL BE YOUR OWN FAULT.�

Ron�s eyes
snapped over to where James had clearly been pulling on George�s tail as the
dog lay in the shade.

It was a
blazing June Saturday and for some ridiculous reason everyone had descended
upon his and Severus� garden, declaring a family get together for no reason
other than they could. The space which usually seemed so big was very full,
though Ron didn�t particularly mind. His eyes fell at the end of the grass,
where Seamus and Dean, the latter of whom Ron couldn�t remember arriving, had
Elliott kicking a football with them. Being only four, he wasn�t kicking very
far but Ron couldn�t help his proud little glow as Dean lavished praise upon
his son, who was grinning broadly, his long dark hair glinting in the sun.

Looking at
his mini-Severus made Ron want to search out the real thing, and he looked
around, although he heard him before he saw him.

�No! You
can�t take my mid-life crisis away from me,� Severus laughed. �It�s the only
way I�m going to get what I want.�

�Yes, but,
Severus, you do know how ridiculous a fifty year old man in a sports car
looks?� Remus argued.

�But, as
you all keep saying with that bitter look in your eyes, I don�t look like I�m two years short of fifty,�
Severus pointed out smugly. �So, just let me have the title and then I will get
my beautiful red shiny car and be happy.�

�I
understand,� Arthur said sympathetically. �I�m stupidly excited about getting
my free muggle bus pass when I hit sixty.�

�But why
would you want to go in a bus when you can do that thing where you pop out of
thin air?� Victoire asked, her eyes widening. �And why would you want a car?
You�re all weird.�

�They are,
aren�t they?� Remus agreed with her.

�You�re
strange too,� she turned on him. �I don�t mean your wolf. You like trains.� Her
voice was accusatory.

�Don�t be
rude, Vic,� Arthur said to her.

Severus
snorted into his drink and looked at Remus with laughing eyes. �She�s right,
you like trains, Remus.�

�So? And are we actually saying that me liking trains
is odder than me being what I am?�

�Lived with
both for so many years now, Remus, I�m not inclined to say either makes you
odd.�

�Daaaaad,� Teddy�s voice cut through the air as he bounded
into Remus� lap.

�What?�
Remus gave his son a squeeze.

�Nothing,�
he grinned, and planted an unusually affectionate kiss on his cheek.

�What�s
that for?�

Teddy
shrugged and then ran off again, and Victoire took off after him, her
silver-blonde hair dancing in the breeze.

�They�re so
going to end up married,� Severus looked sideways at both Remus and Arthur.
�He�s already trying to impress her.�

�Ah, I knew
that kiss wasn�t out of simple fatherly love,� Remus snorted.

A cheer
went up from Dean and Seamus and Severus� eyes snapped up to see one of them
whirl Elliott around as a ball landed on the grass through the goal, the four
year old laughing manically.

�No, Uncle
Charlie�s got to stop a minute, Jack,� Charlie appeared, panting, Jack on his
back with a stranglehold around his neck. �Even Super Aurors need to rest
sometimes!�

Charlie
turned round and Severus grabbed his son about the waist, pulling him to sit in
his lap. �Having a good time?�

The black
curls bounced enthusiastically and Jack turned to Severus, eyes looking more
purple than usual in the sunlight. �Dad, can I have cake?�

�Not yet,�
Severus looked at him apologetically. �You know what your daddy�s like.�

Jack pouted
for a moment but it passed in a flash, as it usually did. Severus loved that
nothing kept his son down for long. He gave him a soft kiss on the side of his
head and said, �Where�s Rosie?�

Jack
giggled. �Asking daddy for cake.�

�What are you two like?� Severus laughed. �You�re just like your daddy.�

�El doesn�t like cake,� Jack said, eyes wide, as though it were the most shocking
thing on earth he�d ever heard. �Daddy said that�s because he�s like you and
you�re weird.�

�Daddy said
that, did he?� Severus raised an eyebrow and Jack flushed with something akin
to guilt.

�He said
not to say,� Jack whispered.

�Don�t call
Elliott weird,� Severus warned him.

�But he
likes playing with that ball� they�re not even flying!� Jack turned his head
and looked over to where Seamus now had Elliott on his shoulders, watching Dean
take penalties in their makeshift goal.

�That
doesn�t make him weird,� Severus said gently. �He just likes different things
to you.�

Jack was
obviously thinking about it, and Severus had to bite down his snort of laughter
at how much he looked like Ron when he was deep in thought.

�As long as
he doesn�t make me play,� Jack threw edgy eyes at his father. �It�s boring.�

�I�m sure
he might think some of the things you do are boring��

Jack
furiously shook his head, his curls splaying out and hitting Severus in the
face. �He said he likes me.�

�Well,
good,� Severus kissed the side of his head again. �Now go and find your sister.
And stay out of trouble.�

Jack�s
answering laugh as he took flight told Severus there was very little chance of
that.

�He�s full
of beans, does he ever stop? I just can�t get over how well they can talk, you can hold a conversation with them like they�re
much older than four.� Charlie was still panting slightly.

�No, he
doesn�t stop �either moving or talking. It�s good we have you, we�d never keep
up with him otherwise,� Severus laughed.

�Good he
has them to keep him in shape,� a voice from behind Charlie commented.

�About
bloody time you got here,� Charlie leapt up and threw his arms around the
newcomer --his boyfriend of a year.

�Hello,�
the man said, ever shyly, to Severus, Remus and Arthur, who all sat pointedly looking up at him.

�Afternoon!�
they chorused at him like a group of curious witches in the middle of a gossip
session.

�Let�s get
you a drink,� Charlie grinned at him.

�I need
one,� the Italian said in fluent English. �I�ve spent the morning listening to
my father rant on about how if I had to be gay I could have at least picked an
Italian to be gay with.�

�Let�s get
you two drinks!� Charlie decided sympathetically, and led him off.

�So they
still won�t meet him then?� Remus asked Arthur quietly.

�No, but
you know what Charlie�s like. As long as Ben�s willing, he is� I sit here and I
ask myself why none of my sons make things easy for themselves.�

Severus
snorted. �I don�t see why he insists on shortening his name��

�Because Benedetto�s a bloody mouthful,� Remus raised an eyebrow.
�And this is just you and your accent fetish kicking in, as usual.�

�I don�t
have an accent fetish,� Severus glowered at him. �Well, I hope it doesn�t cause
problems for them� Ben is the first one the whole lot of you have approved of
in years and Charlie seems so happy.�

�It won�t,�
Arthur said quietly. �The reason he�s been arguing with his parents is because
Ben�s decided to move over here with Charlie. They�ve got a place in Cauldron Square.�

Severus was
about to reply to him when there was a gentle hand on his wrist and he looked
up to see Elliott to his left, his eyes wet with tears.

�What�s
wrong?� Severus asked, and Elliott sniffed and pointed to his knee, which was
scraped and bloody. �How did you do that?�

Elliott
made his �I don�t want to tell you here� face and Severus instantly picked him
up and carried him into the house, setting him on the kitchen table and drawing
his wand. The room was cool despite the heat outside, and Severus found he was glad
of the respite.

�So come on
then,� he gently washed the wound with a spell. �What happened? Did you fall
over playing football?�

Elliott
shook his head and a few tears flew off his face. Severus scraped his wand over
the main cut and healed it, noticing his son wasn�t upset enough to forget his
usual fascination with performed magic. His eyes went wide watching the cut
close and heal, and fade to a normal colour.

�James
pushed me,� Elliott finally whispered.

�Did he do
it on purpose?� Severus asked, putting his wand down. �Tell me honestly.�

Elliott
slowly nodded and then looked guilty.

�He�s not
allowed to be mean to you,� Severus kept his anger inside, because he didn�t
want to upset Elliott further �he was such a sensitive little soul it would
have been easily done.

�He was
being mean about you,� Elliott looked up at him.

That doesn�t surprise me. Bloody Harry.

�He said
you were old.�

�Well,
compared to James, I am,� Severus tickled under his chin.

�He said it
was weird you�re with daddy.�

�Well to
him, it probably is.�

�Is it?�
Elliott�s eyes were wide.

�Not
really.�

�But you�re
both boys�and James says that�s weird.�

Dear Godric are they meant to start
this so young? I thought we�d have a few years before we had to deal with this.
Arse. Where�s Ron? He�s so much better at this than me.

�Well,
James needs to have a talk to his dad,� Severus said finally.

�But is it
weird?� Elliott�s voice was on the verge of tears again.

�Some
people might think it is, but nobody here does. When you�re a big boy, I�ll
explain more. But you don�t need to know now.�

�I want to
know.� Severus� stubbornness shone through in his son�s personality.

�All that
matters is that your daddy and I love each other, and we love you, and Jack,
and Rosie. I promise I�ll explain when you�re older?�

�Love you,�
Elliott answered quietly.

Severus
swept him up into a hug. �I�m going to talk to Uncle Harry and get him to set
James right.�

�You don�t
like Uncle �Arry.�

�Harry.�
Severus hid his smile that his son was having trouble with aitch sounds.

�You don�t
like,� Elliott repeated, nuzzling into Severus� loose hair, just as he had ever
since he was a baby.

�We aren�t
best friends like you are with Louis, no.�

�Who�s your best friend?�

�Your daddy. And Remus.�

�I like
Rem.� Elliott said happily. �He�s good at giving cuddles.�

�Is that how you measure how much you like people? By the cuddles they give?�

Elliott
nodded enthusiastically and grinned as he pulled back. �And you like Rem too. You love him.�

�As a
friend,� Severus looked at his son, eyes narrowing slightly.

Elliott�s
eyes looked confused. �But I saw you� you hugged him like you hug daddy.�

�When?�
Severus� voice raised an octave in his shock.

�I was
sleeping.�

�Oh, in a dream?�

�What else
have you seen in your dreams?� Severus asked curiously.

�Just stuff. Jack sees things too.�

�Why didn�t
you say?�

�Is it
bad?� Elliott�s eyes widened with unnecessary fear.

�No, no,
it�s not bad, El,� Severus stroked his hair gently. �We just didn�t know you
could do that��

�So you
don�t love Rem��

�Not as you
saw us, no.�

�But you
did once?�

�You�re far
too intelligent for your own good, El,� Severus said softly, fear coursing
through him at what else his son, apparently able to see the past, might have
seen.

�I love you
dad,� he whispered again.

�Mm, I
know, and I love you lots and lots and lots,� Severus snapped out of his
worries and tickled his son�s stomach. �Now go outside again,� he swung him off
the table onto the kitchen floor and watched him run off, dark hair bouncing as
he did so, his cut knee forgotten.

My children can see the past in
their dreams. What the bloody buggering fuck is that all about?

Severus
walked back into the sunlight and walked more or less straight into Ron.

�Hey, there
you are!� Ron wrapped his arms around Severus� waist. �Is everything alright?
Dad said El cut himself.�

�James pushed him over,� Severus said quietly close to Ron�s ear. �And I just
learnt that James is telling him it�s weird he has two fathers, and that our
sons are seeing the past in their four-year-old dreams.�

�Okay, what? Rewind, Severus,� Ron frowned. �How on earth does James even have
an opinion? He�s four! And what are they seeing in their dreams?�

�Elliott
knew that once upon a time Remus and I had been together like you and me. He
thought I still loved him like that.�

�When will
these kids ever fail to astound us?� Ron laughed suddenly. �Well. Look. We�ll
talk about it later. You go and shout at Harry for letting his son shove El,
like I know you�re dying to.�

Ron kissed him for a moment, the kind of kiss which eclipsed everything and
everyone else in the garden. Severus reciprocated with warmth and his usual
amount of tongue.

�Mmm,� Ron
groaned. �I know what I�ll be doing tonight� around eleven pm. Will you be
there?� He gave Severus a wink.

�I�ll check my schedule,� Severus smirked, and stepped around him.

He saw
Harry out by the now abandoned goal posts and made a beeline for him before
anyone could interrupt. Severus felt Ron�s eyes boring into his back as he
approached Harry, who was kicking the ball around aimlessly. He looked up as
Severus neared him.

�Harry,
James just shoved Elliott over and he meant to do it,� Severus kept his voice
calm and words free of anger.

�Oh,
Merlin, I�m sorry, Severus, I�ll go and talk to him. Is El alright?�

�He cut his
knee but nothing too bad.�

�I�m
sorry,� Harry said genuinely. �He�s a bit� rough.�

Just like your bloody father.

�He pushed
him over because Elliott appeared to be disagreeing with what James thought
about me and Ron being together.�

Harry�s
eyes widened.

�And,
apparently, I�m old.�

There was a
definite guilty look on Harry�s face at that. �Alright, the old thing might
have been me in a fit of temper.� Harry admitted that straight off. �But I�ve
never passed comment on yours and Ron�s relationship for him to hear. I�ll talk
to him.�

�Thank you.�

�Christ, I never
thought this would all start this early��

�Children
can be cruel to one another,� Severus said it as a fact, not a dig.

�The last
time I played football, my cousin decided it would be a great laugh to tie me
to the goalpost and kick balls at my face. I�m well aware of how cruel kids can
be, Severus.�

�Don�t be
surprised if Elliott retaliates somehow� his magic is just falling out of him
at the minute and he keeps making things fly when he�s upset.�

�He�s such
an intelligent little thing,� Harry looked over to the house. �Takes after you.�

�Was that a compliment?�

�Don�t let
it go to your head,� Harry grinned, and strolled off back across the grass.

Severus
stared after him for a while before following.

***

�Elliott,
stop being naughty and come here,� Ron said, his voice firm with determination
to make his son obey him, before he resorted to magic.

Severus
kept dutifully quiet whilst he animated the floating ducks in the bathwater for
the amusement of Rosie and Jack. They were having their usual nightly fight to
get Elliott into the bath, and, on top of that, Ron was trying to assert the
fact that Elliott couldn�t only listen to Severus, which he seemed to prefer.

�But you
pull my hair,� Elliott whispered from the doorway.

�Is that why you don�t let me do it?� Ron asked, tone
suddenly bright. �Because I tug your hair?� There was
a swift nod. �Then you should have said, El! Oh, come here, silly.�

Severus
glanced sideways and saw that his son had finally listened and was wrapped in
Ron�s long arms. It wasn�t long before he joined his brother and sister in the
bath.

�Did you
enjoy the party today?� Ron asked, flicking some bubbles at Jack, who laughed.

Three nods
met them.

�What did
you like best?� Severus asked, washing water gently over Elliott�s head.

�The cake,�
Rosie and Jack answered together whilst Elliott said, �Having lots of people.�

Ron snorted
and said, �Well, I�ll let Auntie Gin know the cake was a hit.�

�Can we have one for our birthday?� Rosie�s eyes widened at the thought.

�I�ll see
what I can do,� Ron winked at her.

�Missed
Fred and George,� Jack said glumly, poking at one of the ducks.

�I did
too,� Ron said. �But you know, when they come back from America,
they�re going to have lots of presents��

�And cakey?� Rosie blinked.

�Maybe.�

�Why did
they go?� Elliott asked grumpily, as though he thought his uncles had no
business leaving the country when there was something as important as an
impromptu family gathering to attend.

�Because
they�re opening a shop in America,�
Ron smiled at him gently. �But you had Seamus.�

�Shay
missed George too,� Elliott glowered.

�I know he
did. And its Shay-mus,� Ron said. �Say it after me.�

�Shay said we could call him Shay,� Jack stuck his tongue out.

Groaning,
Ron eased up onto his knees, realising the battle lost after yet another family
member had pardoned a nickname. �Come on then. Bedtime.�

�No!� Three
voices chorused back at him, and there was a splash of water as Jack calculated
what might keep them up longer.

�It�s
already way past your bed time,� Severus turned on the low tones to his voice,
counting on the soporific effect.

�Don�t
want,� Rosie scowled.

�I don�t
care if you don�t want, you�re going to bed,� Severus told her.

�No, Jack,
don�t�� Elliott was watching his brother who had latched on to the bottle of
bath foam sat on the side of the tub.

With a
smirk his twin uncles would have been proud of Jack squeezed the bottle and
sent a thin stream of lilac coloured gel into the air, where it hit, as usual,
across Severus� forehead. Ron was hard pressed to stifle his giggle, but of
course that only served to egg Jack on for four more squeezes of the bottle.

Covered in
lavender scented strips of gel, Severus got to his feet and calmly lifted Jack
out of the bath and wrapped him in a towel. �No story for you tonight.�

�But dad!� His son�s eyes flew wide. �But we�d just
got to the part with the dragon!�

�Well,
remember that the next time you�re naughty to stay up late.�

Jack looked
like he was considering crying, but as ever, he just glowered a little at his
father as he was dried and dressed, and by the time he was in his pyjamas
looked normal again. �Go and get in bed,� Severus told him, and lurched back as
Jack made to hug him. �You�ll get yourself all messy again.� He reached out and
tweaked his nose instead.

Jack�s eyes
lingered over the dirty, gooey shirt he�d created, beamed, and took off down
the hallway.

Ron was
still laughing from where he was combing through Rosie�s hair. �You�re done my
little gingernut,� he kissed her forehead, and she
turned, blew a noisy kiss to Severus and followed her brother.

�Why is
Jack so bad?� Elliott asked, as Ron lifted him out of the bath.

�Because he
takes after me like that,� Ron gave him a wink.

�But I�m
not bad.�

�Except for when you cry to get what you want,� Ron gently rubbed a towel
through the dark hair.

Elliott
grinned at him impishly, a startling impression of Fred and George crossing his
usually sober features. He let Ron dress him before he threw his arms around
his neck and whispered that he loved him, then turned and bestowed the same on
Severus, before walking slowly down the hall, stooping to pick up the toy bunny
he�d dropped.

�Stop
laughing,� Severus sighed defeatedly, looking down at
the mess on his chest.

�I�m
sorry,� Ron chortled. �It never gets any less funny.�

�Simple
things for simple minds,� Severus rolled his eyes and reached for the plug in
the bath.

�I�ll go and settle them in, seeing as you�ve revoked story time.�

�Well he�s
got to learn sometime,� Severus argued. �Otherwise I�m going to spend my life
covered in bloody bath foam.�

Ron snorted
and headed into the hallway for the room which no longer served as a nursery.
They�d made the decision to create separate rooms for each of the triplets when
they�d hit three and Jack went through a phase of singing his entire day back
in his sleep. So now, the nursery room served as a playroom, and they had
extended the house so that three doors led off the main room to three separate
bedrooms.

�All right,
chief monster checker is here,� Ron called out with a grin, heading first into
Rosie�s room.

�I already
looked,� she said proudly.

�No
monsters?� Ron raised an eyebrow.

�Nope!�

�Oh well,�
he leant over her and tugged the covers up to her chin. �I don�t need to look
then. Night Rosieposie.�

He
extinguished her lights and made it to the door before he heard her voice.
�Daddy� check anyway.�

Fighting
back his laugh he ducked down and made a show of looking under the bed. �Nope, nothing there. Na-night.�

Jack was
already asleep, for all his bravado, and Ron rolled his eyes, kissed his head
and turned off the lights and pulled the door to. Elliott was still sitting up
in his bed, holding his bunny in his hand.

�Come on
El, time for bed,� Ron smiled.

�Check under the bed.�

�Check under the bed what?� Ron asked pointedly.

�Please,�
Elliott whispered.

�Of
course,� Ron dropped to his knees and looked. �Nothing there,
El.�

Appeased,
Elliott smiled and dropped backwards onto his pillows. Ron was going to kill
whichever of his family had imparted the story about monsters under the bed
because Rosie and Elliott were terrified of it, and had been for about four
months. Only Jack seemed not to care. Ron leant his elbows on the edge of the
low bed and smiled. �Is your knee alright?�

Elliott
nodded. �Dad fixed me.�

�He�s good
at that,� Ron reached out a hand and stroked some hair back from his son�s
brow. �He�s always fixing me.�

�Because you�re �zaster area.�

�Did he say
that?� Ron grinned as Elliott nodded. �He�s right. I�m awful. Too clumsy for my
own good��

�Love you,�
Elliott whispered, eyes already closing.

�Love you
too,� Ron kissed his forehead and left, nearly falling over the toy box.

�Zaster
area indeed. That�s only been there for what, a
year? Ron rubbed
his shin as he walked into the hallway, looking forward to a nice glass of ale
and the rest of the leftover pasta salad.

That dream,
however, was cruelly snatched from beneath his nose when an arm hooked out of
the bathroom and jerked him back into it. And it was then shattered further
when he found himself� squirted with
lavender scented gel �all over his hair, his t-shirt and his bare arms.

�Severus, you bastard,� he groaned, and wiped some away from his eye.

His only
answer was a derisive snort. �Fun, isn�t it?�

�You�ve
proved your point,� Ron rolled his eyes.

�No, I haven�t,� Severus stalked towards him, hips slinging from side to side
with little effort, but ultimately looked very effective.

Ron�s
breathing sped up as toned, thin arms sprung forward and pushed him back into
the bathroom wall between the toilet and the sink, and Severus� body followed,
one thigh asserting itself firmly underneath Ron�s crotch. The strong scent of
the neat bath foam rose between them; Ron could almost taste the lavender in
his mouth.

�My point
isn�t nearly made enough,� Severus used a firm hand to raise Ron�s chin up and
claim his lips, bodies pressing together as Ron had no option but to stand and
be forced back into the tiles.

But he did
manage to work his hands up into Severus� slightly gooey hair, spreading his
fingers around the base of his skull and holding him as they kissed. It was too
early for them to do anything, all three of the triplets had been known to get
back out of bed after half an hour, but it didn�t seem as though Severus could
wait.

Smothered
in gel, Severus thought Ron looked absolutely delicious. He already had his
usual summer tan and at twenty-seven he looked more delectable than ever
before. Parts of his t-shirt where wet where he�d leant over the edge of the
bath and they clung to his thin form, revealing what had been enough to make
Severus hard in his underwear before the gel had gotten involved.

�MmmphSev�� Ron�s mumbling was swallowed by Severus� hungry
mouth and he could only push his hips forward to grind against his husband by
way of appreciation.

�Gods I
love you,� they broke apart and Severus whispered the words before kissing down
the side of the tanned face in front of him, falling onto his neck and continuing
seamlessly.

�I know,�
Ron tilted his head back on the wall and lost himself
in the feeling of the kisses.

Severus
pulled on the drawstring of the shorts Ron wore as he kissed, and slipped his
hand inside as soon as he had the room to do so. Slim fingers crept past the
elastic of boxer shorts and stroked softly when they reached their destination.

�Oh god,� Ron groaned and closed his eyes, melting beneath Severus� touch as
his cock was pumped into full hardness. A thought came to him and he tugged Severus
closer to him, making sure his back was trapped against the tiles and their
faces clear of each other, before jumping and wrapping his legs around Severus�
waist, crossing his ankles behind the slim backside.

The weight
wasn�t hard to handle and Severus only noticed how his crotch had lost its own
friction. But it didn�t matter. That could come later. He resuming his stroking
and took Ron in another kiss, turning his head to the side to gain deeper
access, licking with his tongue in time to the pumps of his hand.

Ron knew he
was losing control from the way a continual mewling sound poured from his
throat, growling away with every controlled squeeze from the man who knew his
sexual weaknesses like the back of his hand. When he did breathe, it was in short,
sharp pants and he didn�t care what it hit, but then neither did Severus, even
though it smelt of the garlicky remnants of pasta salad. Standing there holding
him, Severus felt nothing other than powerfully sensual and he gripped a little
tighter, forcing Ron�s head up with his free hand.

�Fucking
hell�.� Ron let himself be manhandled and keened at the feel of a hot mouth at
his throat. �Yes� oh gods Severus yes��

The tiles
were causing his voice to louden and it shot straight
to Severus� groin. He groaned against the tanned skin, suckling on it, causing
it to redden beneath his tongue and lips. One of Ron�s hands tugged hold of his
hair and held it tight to his throat, whilst his body wracked with the tremors
of approaching orgasm. The heady scent of the lavender and his husband�s hair
curled around his senses and with a choke he arched off the wall, coming over
the hand in his pants with a speed he instantly resented, but he couldn�t deny
the burning rush was better for it.

Severus
stopped attacking his throat and Ron let go of his hair so he could look
properly.

�Well, I
suppose that wasn�t the worst punishment you could have given me for laughing
at you,� Ron whispered, a grin tugging at his lips.

�That
wasn�t a punishment,� Severus kissed his cheek softly. �Oh, no, that was just
what I�ve wanted to do you since that kiss earlier. Your punishment consists of
something far less fun.�

Ron�s blue
eyes filled with eagerness. �Are you invoking a bondage night?�

�No,�
Severus raised an eyebrow. �Your punishment is that you get to clear up the
party mess.�

�And a bondage night?� Ron shuddered slightly as his spent cock gave a quirk at
the very thought.

Severus
laughed and kissed him gently. �Maybe.�

�Everything
is so�� Ron broke off, blushing at the way he�d just been about to jinx it all.

�I know,�
Severus said softly, smiling, yes catching sight of his bare left forearm with
its chained wrist, and now nearly invisible Mark. �I know it is. Long may it
stay so.�

-fin-

****

A/N: Hello
all, my lovely readers. I hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing
it. I�m not going to deny it was a struggle, though, because I�m not
particularly child-orientated. And writing about two people who are gearing up
for that experience was a big challenge. I also had to do actual baby research
and� scared myself *snort* Apologies if anything is unrealistic, put it down to
magical advancement *whistle*

I had
originally planned that I would write this fic, and
then another. However, I would be content to leave the series here, even though
I�ve been planning the last fic in my head for the
last three uploaded ones! I had planned that it would jump to the triplets�
eleventh birthday, and would show Ron and Severus older, wiser and probably
filthier, and what sort of parents they are, and how the triplets have grown
up. But then I realised that when JKR made that kind of time jump people didn�t
like it. So I leave it in your hands as readers if you�d like me to write and
post the last fic, if you don�t mind the time gap. I�d
really welcome your input. Please let me know.

xxx
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