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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twelve

            The moment Draco’s body began to reject the potions designed to help him during his pregnancy they knew that something was wrong.
            He couldn’t keep anything down.
            Not even water.
            Not even blood.
            He grew weaker and weaker by the day.
            “We need to call Healer Mogg.”
            Draco protested, just like he had since his condition had started to worsen.
            He had protested that Healer Moggs attention should be focused on James who was still struggling to get the hang of being out of his daddy’s tummy and to begin with everyone had agreed with him.
            Now they had been forced to take the decision out of his hands.
            In the end Healer Mogg had only had to hear his symptoms on their way up to his bedroom to come up with the probable cause,
“Hyperemesis Gravidarum.”
            Carlisle nodded, his lips tight with worry as she confirmed his suspicions.
            Draco frowned.
            “And for those of us that don’t…” he broke off with a soft groan, clutching at his aching stomach as his tongue poked out to wet his dry lips. “…speak Doctor?”
            Healer Mogg smiled down at him sympathetically.
            “Hypermesis Gravidarum is a complicated way of saying you are suffering from the worst kind of morning sickness,” she explained gently, reaching down to rest her cool hand on his clammy forehead. “The common symptoms of HG are intractable nausea, horrific vomiting, dehydration and in extreme circumstances malnutrition and other serious complications, such as fluid electrolyte imbalances.”
            “…okie dokie…” Draco mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to remain conscious, his whole body feeling as though it were made out of lead.
            “Can you help him?” Jasper asked worriedly.
            Healer Mogg smiled.
            “Of course I can.”
            “I’ve never come across a case of Hypermesis Gravidarum in all my years as a doctor,” Carlisle admitted softly as Healer Mogg began searching through the small bag she’d brought with her, retrieving bottles that should have been far too large to fit in such a small bag. “At least not to my knowledge…”
            “I don’t suppose you’ve had many dealing with expectant mothers in your time,” Healer Mogg responded with a smile, her entire arm disappearing inside her bag reminding Bella instantly of the scene from ‘Mary Poppins.’ “Now where in Merlin’s name have I put that potion…?”
            Draco whimpered, his hand reaching out to his poor husband who brought the much used sick bowl up to his mouth just in time.
            “S’rry…”
            “Don’t apologise, love,” Jasper murmured, passing the bowl to Esme so that he could use both of his hands to comfort his suffering mate. “It’s not your fault.”
            “I’m still sorry…” Draco sighed, pouting unhappily as his hands rubbed subconsciously at his traitorous stomach. “Hate being sick…”
            “I know…” Jasper breathed, leaning down to press a kiss to Draco’s forehead. “But Healer Moggs here now and she’s going to make you feel all better.”
            “As soon as I find this blasted potion I will…” Healer Mogg agreed, looking more than a little bit flustered as she began pulling out potion bottles and vials of different shapes, sizes and colours, setting each one on the floor with a shake of her head. “If there’s one thing that I hate about extending charms it’s when you can’t find the one thing you’re looking for…”
            Draco smiled weakly.
            He could remember numerous incidents involving his school trunk with its built in extending charms and the mysterious disappearances of his things, all of which turned up once he’d stopped looking for them of course.
            Thankfully life had become somewhat easier when someone, he couldn’t remember who, had suggested using a summoning charm to find what he had lost.
            Healer Mogg suddenly let out a cry of triumph, holding a completely circular potion bottle above her head like a trophy, only the little stopper ruining the perfect curve of the glass as its brilliant blue colour seemed to glow under the lights.
            “Found you, you little bugger…” the medi-witch muttered, causing several of the rooms occupants to muffle their laughter as she gathered up the six potions that she want to give to her patient. “Jasper, could you help your other half to sit up?”
            Draco groaned unhappily as he was carefully manoeuvred into a sitting position by more than one pair of gentle hands, his weak body held in place while his husband moved to sit behind him.
            “Lean against me, love,” Jasper encouraged him softly, smiling down at him as Draco allowed himself to lean back against his husbands strong chest, his head coming to rest in the curve of the vampires shoulder.
            “Ok, now this might be a little bit confusing but I’ll make a note of everything for you before I leave,” Healer Mogg announced as she moved to perch on the edge of the bed in front of the couple. The first potion she held up was familiar to Draco. “Grand Pepper-Up Potion – one spoonful a day. No more.”
            Draco hummed softly to show he understood.
            “Tincture of Ginger and Willowbark,” Healer Mogg continued, holding up the next potion bottle. “One spoonful before every meal. It’ll help with the nausea.”
            “He’s already taking something like that…” Jasper began, nodding towards the bedside cabinet where a similar bottle sat. “It’s not helping…”
            “That’s standard Tincture of Ginger, prescribed for normal Morning Sickness,” Healer Mogg explained, “This is only prescribed in rare circumstances such as this. It’s all about the Willowbark. Very tricky to brew but very effective.”
            “I see.”
            Draco unfortunately recognised the next potion bottle and frowned, shaking his head in protest as the Healer held it up for everyone to see.
            “Tincture of Ginger and Willowbark can have a rather nasty side-effect…”
            “No,” Draco muttered, shaking his head weakly. “Not taking it then…”
            “Draco, what’s wrong?” Jasper asked worriedly.
            “This is a strong laxative potion,” Healer Mogg continued, nodding as a murmur of understanding spread through the room. “And you will take everything that I have prescribed for you young man or I will have you admitted this very moment so that I can personally force feed you the potions every day.”
            Draco blinked.
            Healer Mogg was rather scary when she was threatening a patient.
            “Is that understood?” she asked softly.
            “Yes…”
            “Good. Now as I said Tincture of Ginger and Willowbark can have a rather nasty side-effect but there is no way of predicting how each witch or wizard will react so I’m prescribing this strong laxative potion as a ‘just-in-case’ measure to be taken if and when it’s needed,” she continued with her explanation calmly.
            “How much should be taken?” Jasper asked.
            “No more than three spoonful’s a day.”
            “I hate that potion…” Draco sulked softly, his mind flashing back to a very unpleasant summer where his young body had been stricken with a complaint that had required him to take a milder version of the potion. “It’s horrible…”
            “But it works. Now this is a nutritional supplement for you, Draco,” the Healer continued calmly, picking up a rather large vial of green liquid and showing it to the couple. “And this one is for your baby.”
            The second vial was identical but for the colour of the liquid which was blue.
            “Two spoonful’s a day, one in the morning and one in the evening would be best,” Healer Mogg explained, smiling as Jasper nodded silently to show his own understanding. “I wouldn’t recommend taking these for more than two weeks.”
            Jasper nodded.
            Healer Mogg picked up the sixth and final potion, the one which had given her all the trouble in first place and focused her very serious gaze on her patient.
            “Vitamix Potion is a potion designed to give an instant burst of energy,” she explained, shaking the round bottle ever slightly as she spoke. “It is extremely strong and should only be taken when you reach a point such as this.”
            “Is it dangerous?” Jasper asked, concern darkening his voice.
            “Not if taken correctly,” Healer Mogg reassured him, tapping the bottle with her nail as she continued to speak. “No more than four drops in a day and no more than three days in a row. Anything more could harm the baby.”
            Jaspers hand moved to settle atop his husbands where it rested on the wizards softening stomach, twining their pale fingers as he silently vowed to let no harm come to their innocent child.
            “Now to get you started I want you to take a dose of each potion, including the Vitamix Potion, with the relevant doses of each potion to be taken either this evening or tomorrow morning,” Healer Mogg ordered, lining up each of the potions on the bedside cabinet. “You should begin to feel their effects within the hour.”
            Draco felt his body sag with relief.
            “I would recommend light meals for the rest of the week,” Healer Mogg continued, directing these last instructions towards Carlisle and Esme. “As well as some exercise, perhaps a short walk to get some fresh air.”
            A tablespoon was retrieved in the blink of an eye from the kitchen, Alice handing the stylish utensil over to the Healer with a bright smile.
            “Perfect…” Healer Mogg murmured, assessing the size of the spoon before taking the first potion and effortlessly pouring out a single dose. “Open up.”
            “That smells disgusting…” Bella murmured with a grimace, clutching her daughter to her chest as she watched in horror as Draco obediently accepted the potion, gagging loudly after he’d swallowed the large dose.
            “The worse they taste the better they work,” Draco supplied, using the words his mother had taught him when he was a little boy, still making faces at the lingering aftertaste when the second potion was offered to him. “After a while you get used to it…what you should never do is ask what’s in a potion…”
            Healer Mogg chuckled, nodding in agreement.
            Each dose was measured out and administered, one after another until Draco was finally allowed to relax back against his husband chest, a glass of refreshingly cool water in his hand to wash away the foul aftertastes of his potions and tonics.
            Packing up her things Healer Mogg smiled down at her patient.
            “I’ll be getting back to the hospital now but if you need me you do not hesitate to call me,” she ordered firmly, pointing her wand in his direction in a semi-threatening manner. “I don’t want another repeat of today with, understood?”
            Draco nodded.
            “Nope, not good enough. I need to hear the words. Am I understood?”
            “Yes, Healer.”
            Healer Mogg nodded sharply, picking up her case and heading towards the door only to pause just as she was stepping out of the room.
            “By the way…” she murmured, looking back over her shoulder. “You’ll be pleased to know that a certain patient of mine is being discharged today.”
            “Harry?” Draco gasped, his eyes flashing with eagerness. “And…the baby?”
            Healer Moggs eyes twinkled brightly as she nodded.
            It was like someone had flicked the switch to action stations after that as Esme hurried to make sure that Harry and Jacob’s new kitchen was stocked with enough food to last them well into the foreseeable future while Carlisle walked Healer Mogg out, all the while murmuring about medical matters which may or may not affect Draco at some point in the near distant future.
            Alice, as per usual, had already seen the return of the latest addition to their family and had had Teddy (with the help of Charlie and Emmett) making a couple of banners; one for the Cullen’s living room which said “Welcome Home Daddy, Jacob and Jamie!” in messy writing (courtesy of Charlie) and decorated in brightly coloured hand prints (courtesy of Teddy) and another similarly designed banner to go above the front door of their new house which said “Surprise!”
            “Jasper?”
            “Yes, love?” the vampire murmured from where he still sat behind his husband, cradling him gently to his chest as they waited for the potions to kick in.
            “Take me downstairs?”
            Jasper sighed, shaking his head against his husband’s neck as he slipped his cool hands up under the blond wizard’s shirt so that he could run his fingertips across the soft skin of his stomach.
            “That might not be the best idea…” he murmured softly.
            Draco rolled onto his side within the cradle of his husband’s arms and legs, blinking up at his husband as he trailed his own fingertips along the collar of the vampire’s shirt, dipping beneath to stroke the cool skin.
            “Jasper…”
            “Healer Mogg said…”
            “I’m feeling much better already…” Draco pouted, dipping his fingers further under his husband’s shirt until he could trail his fingers along Jaspers collarbone.
            Jaspers hands come to rest on his husbands hips.
            “Draco…”
            “I won’t move from the sofa…” Draco continued quickly, swallowing down the sudden feeling of queasiness his change of position had produced. His hands continued to stroke at the skin of his husband’s smooth chest. “I’ll even let you carry me downstairs…I just…I want to be there when Harry brings the baby home…”
            Jasper sighed.
            “I promise I won’t move from the sofa…”
            “…not an inch…” Jasper finally sighed after gazing into his husbands hope filled eyes, smiling as Draco responded to his soft words by throwing his arms around the vampire’s shoulders. “And you’ll tell me when you start to feel tired…”
            “Yes…” Draco agreed instantly. “Yes. I promise.”
            And so Draco was carried down stairs in the arms of his husband, his own arms hooked around the vampire’s strong neck until he was deposited into the nest of pillows and blankets that Esme quickly made up for him.
            “How are you feeling, Draco?” she asked softly once she and Jasper had finished settling the young wizard into place, the blankets tucked around his thin body. “Would you like a glass of water? Perhaps some dry toast?”
            Draco worried his lower lip between his teeth as he took a moment to silently assess the current state of his stomach.
            “Water,” he finally agreed. “But keep a bucket handy just in case.”
            There was much amusement to be had when the time came for Teddy’s banner to be put up in the living room, the little boy giving very precise instructions in his adorably limited English to his supposedly grown up helpers.
            “Up! Up!” Teddy cried out.
            Emmett obediently raised his end of the banner.
            “No! ‘arlie! ‘arlie up!” the toddler ordered, bouncing up and down as he pointed up at the vampire in question, clapping happily when the banner was raised in just the way he wanted. “There! Parfi! Tha’ parfi!”
            “Parfi?” Charlie chuckled under his breath as he and Emmett set about securing the opposite ends of the rather large banner without damaging the wall.
            “I think he means perfect,” Draco responded.
            Teddy nodded, his whole body swaying with the exaggerated motion as his little thumb made its way up into his mouth.
            “…but it’s wonky…” Rosalie murmured, a frown marring her beautiful face where she was sat feeding Renesmee a bottle of blood, something which should have disturbed Draco a lot more than it actually was.
            “And who are we to say that wonky isn’t perfect?”
            Draco found himself beginning to doze off as he lay on the sofa, his head pillowed on his husband’s lap, gentle fingers running through his hair as they waited somewhat impatiently for the impending arrival.
Almost twenty minutes after the sign had been hung according to Teddy’s expectations and the little boy had been fed a large glass of milk and not one but two chocolate chip cookies, freshly baked of course, the little boy let out a deep sigh.
“Where daddy?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest, his fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his short sleeves. “Why he not here yet?”
“Travelling across the world takes time, Teddy,” Charlie responded, dropping down to sit alongside the toddler on the ridiculously soft rug which dominated the floor of the room. “Even for wizards like your daddy.”
Teddy sighed loudly once more.
Smiling to himself the wizard turned vampire ruffled the little boy’s hair before pulling him into his lap, tickling his sides mercilessly until the toddler was screaming with joy, tears of unbearable happiness flooding down his cheeks.
“If he throws up you’ll be cleaning up the mess, Charlie Weasley,” Esme threatened from the entrance the kitchen, resting one hand on her hip whilst the other threatened the redhead in question with a wooden spoon.
“Yes, Mrs Cullen,” Charlie responded cheekily, ceasing in his attempt to tickle the boy to death, instead moving on to blowing extremely loud raspberries on whatever exposed skin he could find.
Teddy roared with laughter and insisted on being taught how to blow his own raspberries, practicing on Charlie for almost ten minutes before deciding that he had perfected his technique, at which point he proceeded to show everyone he could get his little hands on, proudly demonstrating on each and every one of them.
Including Renesmee.
Unfortunately she didn’t much like having a raspberry blown on her stomach.
Teddy gasped, his eyes going wide as she began to cry.
“I sorry!” he cried, smoothing his hand across the side of her face in an attempt to calm her. “I sorry Nessie! I was on’y playing…”
“It’s all right, Teddy,” Edward murmured softly, quickly moving to pick the little boy up and balancing him on his hip while his wife took hold of their daughter, instantly managing to calm the little girl down with her familiar presence. “Renesmee was just a little bit startled.”
Becoming a father had changed Edward for the better.
He’d relaxed.
He smiled more.
He could often be found playing silly games not only with his beloved daughter but with Teddy as well.
“Why don’t you try it again now?” Edward suggested, carrying the little boy over to where his little girl was snuggling happily in Bella’s arms.
“She’ll cwy…” Teddy mumbled sadly, shaking his head.
Bella took the initiative then, blowing a soft raspberry on Renesmee’s arm.
The little girl jumped.
Draco found himself actually holding his breath in anticipation.
A giggle burst forth out of the little girl’s mouth.
“See, Teddy? She just wasn’t ready before,” Edward murmured. “Try again.”
This time when Teddy lifted up the little girls t-shirt, mimicking what Charlie had done to him, and proceeded to blow the loudest raspberry yet the baby girl shrieked with joy, kicking her legs and clapping her hands.
Teddy beamed, quickly repeating the gesture.
“Who knew Edward would be so good with children…” Jasper murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Draco’s forehead.
He was very much relieved to find it much less clammy than before.
“Not me, that’s for sure,” Draco chuckled, tilting his head up to demand a proper kiss on the lips. “I guess there’s hope for us after all…”
Jasper smiled.
“Here they come!” Alice cried out, clapping her hands once just as the familiar rushing sound of a Portkey filled the air, the wildly spinning figures of Harry and Jacob appearing in the centre of the room. “Welcome home!”
Harry smiled, getting his balance back whilst checking on the bundle of blankets in his arms, stroking the hidden contents with a single fingertip before finally looking around at the group gathered around the room.
Jacob on the other hand stumbled uncontrollably as he “landed” and ended up falling to his knees, clutching at his head as the room continued to spin around him even after the effects of the Portkey had faded.
“Daddy!” Teddy cried happily, wriggling in Edwards arms until the vampire placed him down on the ground, allowing the little boy to rush over to Harry with his arms stretched up in the universal request to be picked up.
“Teddy!” Harry grinned down at the toddler, adjusting his grip on the bundle in his arms as he lowered himself down to his knees. “I’ve missed you, pup!”
Leaning over he pressed a kiss to the toddler forehead.
“Missed you too, daddy…” Teddy mumbled, leaning against Harry’s side when he realised he wasn’t going to be picked up like he wanted to be.
“Teddy, there’s someone I want you to meet…” Harry murmured, focusing his attention on the little boy standing beside him as he pulled back the blankets to reveal a shocking head of messy black hair. “This is your little brother, James.”
“Oh.”
Draco chuckled.
“Only you would give birth to someone with more hair than yourself, Harry,” he laughed, leaning forwards eagerly to see as much of the baby as he could.
“Hey!” Harry cried out with mock indignation. “Don’t knock the hair.”
            Leaning down to press a kiss to the admittedly impressive amount of hair on his sons head the wizard finally turned to smile down at his friend.
            “Draco!” he gasped, his smile dropping as he saw the poor state of the blond wizard lying prostrate on the sofa. “Are you all right?”
            “I’m fine,” Draco answered, pushing himself up onto one elbow as he reached out with his other hand, his fingers making grabby motions towards the baby. “But I’ll be even better once I’ve had a cuddle so hand him over…”
            Harry frowned.
“I’d…I’d rather not…” he finally murmured, tucking Jamie closer to his chest as he frowned down at his friend. “I mean…his immune system isn’t great at the moment and…and if you’ve been ill then…”
            To his surprise Draco’s response was to burst out laughing.
            “Unless your son can contract really bad morning sickness then I think he’ll be fine,” he chuckled, continuing to reach out for the baby. “Now give me the baby…”
            “Oh…”
            Harry smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand before moving to kneel in front of Draco, adjusting his grip on his son so that the little boy was cradled in his strong hands rather than the crook of his elbow.
            “Sorry, I just…”
            “…went into overprotective daddy mode. No worries.”
            Harry hung his head, trying to hide his grin.
            He had never expected to hear the phrase “no worries” slip so casually out of “that posh gits” mouth, as some people used to refer to him back in school.
            It still made him smile how much Draco had changed.
            “Now, Harry, hand over your son so that I can have a nice long cuddle before I get forced back into bed by my husband,” Draco ordered, reaching out with both hands as said husband moved to support him in a sitting up position.
            Smiling Harry very carefully and very slowly transferred the tiny bundle from his arms to the arms of his friend, very much still in the “treat the baby like it’s made of glass” phase which he would hopefully overcome sooner rather than later.
            “Support his head…” he instructed softly before finally releasing his son.
            “Oh, Harry…” Draco breathed, his eyes becoming somewhat misty as he gazed down at the tiny human being in his arms. “He’s beautiful.”
            Jamie seemed to have inherited the best features of both his parents.
            His inky black hair, although unfortunately messy already and fated to continue on being so for the rest of his life, was as soft as silk and luxuriously thick.
            While his face shape was undeniably something he’d gotten from Harry his button nose and the cleft in his chin were all Jacob, not to mention his gorgeous caramel skin tine.
            Tracing the tip of his finger across the babies plump lips, inherited from Jacob by the looks of things, Draco couldn’t help but smile when the little boy instantly started sucking on the digit even in his sleep.
            His high cheek bones and faint little eyebrows were all Harry, as were his cute little ears but it was the eyes that Draco was most curious about.
            Even closed he could see that James had taken after his shape-shifter father in regards to the shape of his eyes, not to mention the thickness of his eyelashes but it was the colour which had Draco biting his lip, barely able to contain himself.
            Would the baby have Harry’s impossibly green eyes?
            Or would they be Jacobs chocolate brown?
            “I know what you want to ask, Draco…” Harry murmured, smiling as he traced his own fingertip across his son’s smooth forehead.
            Draco sighed.
            “Well? It’s rude to leave someone hanging in suspense,” the blond wizard tutted. “What colour are they munchkins eyes?”
            “Munchkin?” Harry snorted.
            “I like the ‘Wizard of Oz’, so sue me,” Draco muttered somewhat defensively. “And don’t try to change the subject. Eyes. Colour. Now.”
            Harry was sorely tempted to draw his answer out further.
            Apparently his son had other ideas.
            Jamie let out an absolutely adorable yawn, his whole body wriggling as his arms and legs pressed against the blankets wrapped around his body.
            His eyelashes fluttered…
            “Green,” Harry murmured, smiling fondly down at his son who was now frowning up at the stranger holding him. “Just like mine.”
            “Nope, those gorgeous peepers are even brighter than yours, Harry,” Draco argued, his gaze locking with the bright green eyes blinking up at him. “You’re going to be a proper little heartbreaker aren’t you, Jamie? Yes, you are.”
            Jacob chuckled proudly as he finally pulled himself back to his feet, moving to press his chest against his mates back as Harry rose back to his full sight, his chin resting on Harry’s shoulder as they gazed down at their baby boy.
            In fact everyone seemed more than happy to gaze down at the new baby.
            “Daddy?” Teddy mumbled weakly, his eyes welling up with tears as no answer came. “…D-Daddy?”
            Nothing.
            His hair faded from inky black to his natural mousy brown, his skin paling and his eyes turning amber as his tears spilled over, spilling down his cheeks as he turned on the spot and stumbled out of the room.
            At first he was going to hide in his room, find his favourite toy and hide under his bed like he did whenever he had a bad dream…but then he remembered that his things had been moved into the new house.
            He stumbled to a halt by the front door.
            Blinking up at the door handle he watched, wide eyed, as the locks unlocked themselves and the handle turned, allowing the door to swing open.
            Magic.
            His first ever display of magic and no one was there to see it.
            Feeling more dejected and alone than he had in his short little life Teddy looked back toward where everyone was still focused on the new baby before taking off at a run into the thick woodland surrounding the house.

A/N I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me! I’ll fix it – I promise! Just so you know this chapter didn’t go at all like how I planned it, it just sort of happened. Lol. But I liked the way it was going so I kept with it. Anyway I’m back. A married woman. Yikes. Spent my honeymoon in London as my husband’s passport didn’t come through in time so New York is going to have to wait for our one year anniversary. On a plus side this meant that not only did I get to OD on West End shows (Miss Saigon is mind-blowing, War Horse is unbelievably emotional and Billy Elliot is fantastic) I got to go to the Harry Potter Studio Tour. On my honeymoon. And it was AMAZING! Talk about ideas popping into my head. LOL. Luckily I have a very understanding husband. Anyway long ramble over and done with. Let me know what you think. Suggestion always welcome. Marblez. X
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