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Draco woke up and stumbled to the bathroom, his bladder feeling fit to burst. He reached down to grasp his cock, only to find it missing. He looked down and sighed, pulling his pants down and sitting. “HARRY!” He yelled, waking his husband.
Harry stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. “Whazzat?” He mumbled. Then he blinked. Twice. “Draco?” He asked weakly, seeing the lack of a cock.
Draco glared balefully at him. “You did this to me!” He hissed.
Harry paled. “We’re not ready! You need a healer!”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Go talk to Emily. She’ll tell you what you need to know, and she’ll be able to tell you who the village’s midwife is. We’ll need her.”
Harry nodded, rushing out of the bathroom and out of the house into the predawn fog. He ran to Emily’s house and pounded on the door.
After a minute, Emily opened the door. “Yes?” She asked.
“Draco’s going to have the babies today. I need to know who the midwife is.” Harry said hurriedly.
Emily nodded. “Let me get Tyrion and we’ll come over. I am the village midwife. Ty assists me.” She said, knocking on a door that Harry assumed led to Tyrion’s room.
Tyrion opened the door, sleep-rumpled, and Harry’s heart gave a strange lurch. Tyrion looked surprisingly sexy like that.
“Ty, baby, you need to go with Harry. Draco’s going into labor today.” She said. “I’ll gather what we need. Let me know when it starts.”
Tyrion was awake in an instant. He nodded and closed the door quickly, dressing, and grabbed his wand before he opened the door and came out. “Lead the way.” He said to Harry.
Harry nodded and let them to his in Draco’s house, then into their room. Draco was lying in bed.
Tyrion smiled at Draco. “My mother’s the midwife here, and I assist. Do I have your permission to cast a few diagnostic spells?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “If you must. I feel fine. No contractions yet.”
Tyrion nodded and cast a spell over Draco. “All right. So far, you’re just waiting. You won’t be able to eat until you have the babies, but if you get thirsty, you can suck on ice chips.”
Draco frowned. “That’s ridiculous.”
Tyrion chuckled. “That’s labor rules, I’m afraid.”
“Fine.” Draco sighed, then looked at Harry. “This is all your fault.” He pointed out.
“Wait a second, who asked for sex? I believe it was you!”
Draco sneered, but said nothing.
Tyrion coughed, trying to hide his smile at the banter. “Harry, could you gather up some clean towels and a big bowl of water? It’d be best to be prepared before he goes into labor in earnest.”
Harry nodded, rushing out of the room.
Draco scowled at Tyrion. “Stay away from him.” He held up a hand when Tyrion opened his mouth. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. Don’t deny that you want him.”
Tyrion frowned. “It’s not so much me wanting him so much as it’s me wanting what you two have. I’d be happy with any attractive man that could give me children. No one here will have me, as I was weak and sick a lot as a child.” He explained.
“Well, you can’t have Harry. He’s mine.”
“If he decides he wants another sub, I don’t see that it’s your choice one way or another. He’s your Dominant. A sub’s place is to be agreeable. From here, it looks like you’re as prickly as a cactus.” Tyrion replied mildly. He laid his hands over Draco’s abdomen.
“Get your hands off me!” Draco hissed.
Tyrion eyed him with an eyebrow raised. “Listen, I can try to determine how close to labor you are this way, or I can spread your legs and give you an internal exam. Excuse me for thinking you’d prefer the less invasive route. Would you prefer the other way?”
“No, this is fine.” Draco admitted grudgingly.
Harry returned holding a bowl of water with a stack of towels floating behind him.
“Put those on the foot of the bed, and the water on the bedside table.” Tyrion said absently, running his hands over Draco’s abdomen. “Your contractions should start any time now.” He told the blond.
Harry stood next to the head of the bed and ran a hand gently through Draco’s hair. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Draco pouted up at Harry. “A kiss?” He asked.
Harry smiled and leaned down, sharing a heated kiss with Draco. “I love you. When will your mother be joining us?” He asked Tyrion.
Tyrion smiled. “She’ll come when I send my Patronus to let her know Draco’s contractions have started. I can handle matters until then. My Mum’s had the most kids out of any sub here. She’s more than good enough to handle any situation that may arise. You’re in good hands, so don’t worry.” He told Draco.
Draco nodded. “Can I take a nap?” He asked.
Tyrion shrugged. “I don’t see why not. If you go into labor, your contractions will wake you.”
“Good.” Draco said, closing his eyes.
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Harry opened the door to let Emily in. “Draco and Tyrion are upstairs. Draco’s already started cursing in two languages, and I think even Tyrion has considered gagging him. I know I have.” He said wearily.
Emily laughed. “He’s quite the feisty one, isn’t he?” She patted Harry on the shoulder. “You may want to rein him in a bit, Dearie. No one here will think less of you, unless you let him get away with too much. We understand things here.” She told him.
Harry sighed, leading her upstairs.
“—AND DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T NOTICED! IF YOU TOUCH MY MATE, I’LL KILL YOU!” Draco was shouting.
Harry glared at him. “Draco, leave him alone. He didn’t do anything to you.” He said firmly.
Draco glared at him, then turned his head to stare out the window.
Harry sighed. “I’m sorry, Tyrion.”
“Why don’t you two go downstairs? I’ll call you up when Draco starts pushing, Harry. Go brew some tea.” Emily said, laying out her instruments.
Harry and Tyrion headed into the kitchen.
“About how long will this last?” Harry asked, conjuring tea and handing Tyrion a cup. They both added their cream and sugar.
Tyrion shrugged. “Every person is different, but usually a few hours.” He replied mildly. “Harry, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I think you may allow Draco too much freedom. Subs need a stronger hand than you’ve been using with Draco, or he’ll walk all over you. Haven’t you noticed that he’s been getting more unruly lately?”
Harry shrugged. “That’s just the pregnancy. Draco’s been a bit tetchy, that’s all.” He explained.
“I don’t think that’s it.” Tyrion said. “I’ve seen this kind of behavior before. He’s pushing you. If you don’t take him in hand soon, it’s only going to get worse. He wants you to be more dominant with him. Especially during pregnancy, subs crave a heavy hand. If you can’t provide that, he’ll start picking fights with others to find someone that can. And if he picks a fight with a Dominant around here, he could get hurt. You need to give him what he needs so he’ll calm down.” Tyrion advised. He’d seen too many subs with lax Dominants get hurt, and he had no desire to see the same happen to Draco. After being alone with Draco, he’d recognized the signs. Draco was starting to get jealous and snippy, not just with Harry, but with everyone. Things could get very serious, very fast if Harry wasn’t careful.
Harry sighed. “Let’s just say I believe you. What do I need to do to fix it?”
Tyrion smiled. “For one, you need to use your scent more. I’ve noticed that you keep it reined in, and if Draco doesn’t smell you, he won’t respond to you the same way he would if you let your scent flow freely.”
Harry relaxed the hold he had on his instincts and his scent strengthened. “Like that?” He asked.
Tyrion nodded, inhaling deeply. “Yes. I’m assuming that you’re keeping your instincts under tight control?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. I saw what can happen if I let them out. I don’t want to become like that.” He said, remembering Adrian.
“Like what?” Tyrion asked, confused.
“Cold. Hard. Unfeeling.” Harry replied shortly.
Tyrion’s mouth thinned. “Oh. Most Sinicae don’t even get like that, though. Even if you follow your instincts more often than not, you’re not likely to go that route. The ones that do are the ones that were raised to believe they were better than others because they’re Sinicae. That’s not how we live, here. We live by instinct, but we know we’re not better, just different. We need different things than others.”
Harry sighed. “So you’re saying that I need to be sterner with Draco, for his own good?”
Tyrion nodded. “Yes. And he may not like it, at first, but in the long run, he’ll be happier that way. Besides, if you’re letting him get away with so much, I can’t imagine how much you must be holding back in the bedroom.” He smiled and shook his head. “And that’s not good, either. A sub thrives on rough sex, and if you can’t deliver there, you’ll have more problems than you can imagine.”
“I’m not going to rape him.” Harry said firmly. “He’s been through that before. No.”
Tyrion’s eyes widened. “Who said anything about rape?! No, a little bit of rough play. Tying him up, hair pulling, biting, things like that. Subs are built to handle a bit of violence in bed. Let loose.”
Harry flushed, remembering when they had last had rough sex, during their pseudo-honeymoon at the Manor. Draco had seemed to love it, and had in fact asked for more the entire time. Was that really something he wanted more of? If so, Harry could certainly deliver, most willingly.
“Harry, Dear! We need you in here!” Emily’s voice rang out from upstairs.
Tyrion stood, gathering up the teacups. “I’ll wash these for you.” His standing had put his tented jeans at nearly eye-level for Harry, who blushed.
Tyrion blushed, too. “I’m not immune to your scent. Yes, it’s affected me. No, I’m not going to act on it. If you were single, I would. But not when you’re already in a rather shaky boat with Draco. Go to your sub. I’ll be up shortly to help Mother.” He said, taking the teacups to the sink.
Harry hurried up the stairs. “Is it time?” He asked.
Emily nodded. “Very nearly. Hold his hand. Draco, I’m going to have you start pushing soon, alright, Dear?”
Draco panted and nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.”
“Alright, wait for the contraction. Soon, Draco. Here it comes… Push.” She said firmly, and Draco began bearing down, pushing for all he was worth, his grip on Harry’s hand tightening.
After a few seconds, he stopped, breathing hard, and his grip loosened. “Ow.”
Emily nodded. “Yes, but that’s all part of it, Dear. It’ll get worse before it gets better.” She told him. “Again, push.”
Draco pushed, his face turning pink from the strain, as he crushed Harry’s hand.
Emily smiled. “Breathe for a second, that’s it. And push.” She told him.
Tyrion came in and moved to where his mother stood, picking up a towel.
Draco glared at him, but continued pushing. He stopped when he needed to breathe.
“Alright, Draco, I can see the head when you push. Just a few more should do it.” Emily said, sounding excited. “Push.” She told him.
Draco pushed, and this time, he couldn’t hold back a cry of pain.
Emily nodded. “I know, it hurts, don’t be afraid to scream, I’ve heard countless women and men go through this before. It’s alright. Push, hard now, that’s it.” She said coaxingly, as Draco screamed.
A baby’s cry pierced the air, and Harry’s hold on Draco’s hand tightened as he smiled ecstatically.
“A boy.” Emily said, clamping the cord. “Would you like to come cut the cord, Harry?”
Harry shook his head. “No, I don’t think I can.” He said nervously.
Draco snorted. “Some Gryffindor you are.” He teased.
Emily had Tyrion do it, and told him to clean the baby, who had a full head of blond fuzz.
“You’ve got another one to go, right?” She asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes. A girl.” He said.
“Alright, then. Get ready. And push.”
Harry watched Tyrion with Orion. He was smiling, tenderly washing the baby. He looked up and met Harry’s eyes. “You have a beautiful son.” He said softly. Harry could hear the longing in his voice.
Harry felt a lump take up residence in his throat. “Thank you.” He said in response.
Tyrion looked down at the baby he cradled. “What’s his name? Have you already decided?” He asked.
Harry nodded. “His name’s Orion.”
Draco screamed, and Harry turned his attention back to him.
“One more push, I think. And push.” Emily said.
Draco screamed again, and another wail split the air.
Emily smiled. “And here’s our little girl!” She said triumphantly.
Harry took Orion so Tyrion could cut the cord on Cassiopeia, and looked down at his son.
“Bring him here, Harry.” Draco said tiredly.
Harry brought the baby over and they looked down at their son together.
Draco smirked. “We make a beautiful baby together.” He commented.
“One more good push to deliver the placenta, Dear.” Emily told Draco.
Draco sighed and pushed, the placenta sliding out easily. Emily vanished it and smiled. “Good job. Now, just wait here, I’ll go into the nursery and get blankets for your little bundles of joy.”
Tyrion brought Cassiopeia over. “They’re both lovely. You’re very lucky.” He said softly to both Harry and Draco.
Draco sneered. “Of course we are.” He said smugly.
“Draco, watch your tone.” Harry said firmly, letting his scent flow freely.
Draco looked up at him in mild shock, but nodded. “Sorry.” He said. “At least they both got my hair.” He remarked in relief.
Emily came back into the room and smiled. “Ah, good. Yes, let them get used to your scents. Especially the boy. He’ll be a handful, that one. He’s a Dominant.” She said. “Make sure he knows who’s boss.” She advised Harry, who blushed, but nodded.
Emily showed Harry how to wrap the babies tightly, and left with a promise to come by the next day for a check-up. She asked to speak with Harry downstairs before she left.
“Did Tyrion already speak to you about Draco?” She asked.
Tyrion blushed. “Yes, Mum, I did. I noticed it, too.”
Emily nodded. “Good. See that you take him in hand, Harry. It’s important, not only for his safety, but for your children’s, too. A submissive must learn how to obey gracefully, and when they can get their way. If you let Draco get away with too much, it will set a bad precedent, and your children will pick up on it.” She told him.
Harry flushed. “Alright. I’ll fix it, I swear.” He promised.
Emily patted his cheek with a smile. “There’s a good lad.” She said fondly.
“Bye. See you around.” Tyrion said.
“Bye.” Harry repeated.
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