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Sweet\'s Little Collection	By : Sweetie394 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 68340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is a sequel to day nine. I just can't get the two of them out of my head.

Day Twenty:
Draco let out a great 'oof' as something solid pummeled his midsection. He shot up in bed, clutching his abdomen as Tristan squealed and giggled. Draco looked beside him where his husband was torturing their son with tickles, digging his fingers into his sides. Tristan was squirming, laughing with delight. Draco couldn't help but smile as he wrapped his arms around his son, tugging him to his chest. "I'll save you, Tris! Come, let us escape from your evil father." Draco fake-glared at his husband before hauling his son onto his shoulders and peeling out of the room. He grinned to himself as he heard growls coming from behind them and Tristan's delighted scream as he reveled in this newly discovered game.
"Papa, faster! Daddy is catching up!" Tristan yelled. Draco smiled, tearing down the stairs with caution, but speed. Harry caught up to them quickly, snarling playfully. Tristan squealed and giggled. Harry pounced, tugging the little boy off his husband's shoulders, careful to ensure he wasn't hurt, and he plopped him down on the sofa, attacking his belly with raspberries. Draco shook his head at the sight, then started making his way back upstairs. He could hear their little princess had woken up and wasn't happy that a bottle wasn't readily present for her.
He opened the room to the nursery , peering over the railing of her cot, smiling as his presence softened her wails to whimpers. He brushed the tears from her cheeks gently, then lifted her into his arms, supporting her head as he tucked her against his chest. "There, there, love. Let's get you some breakfast, shall we?" He changed her nappy with practised ease, then began his trek down to the kitchen to warm her bottle. He entered just in time to see his husband test the temperature on the formula in the prepared bottle. He took it gratefully, and grinned down at his baby girl as she suckled strongly. Harry stood up on his toes to kiss him soundly, before turning his attention to their little boy, waiting patiently at the kitchen table.
"Well, young man, what will it be for breakfast this morning?" Harry asked. Tristan's brows furrowed with concentration. "Sundaes! With sprinkles!" he exclaimed. Harry chuckled. "Maybe for dessert tonight, love. What about waffles?" Tristan considered for a moment, then his face lit up. "With chocolate chips?" He turned his big doe-eyes on his Daddy, knowing that he couldn't resist that look. Harry melted, seeing those wide grey eyes staring at him. "Of course, love. Chocolate chip waffles, coming right up!" Harry heard Draco snort behind him as he drew out the flour to make the batter.
"You're hopeless, my dear. He has you wrapped around his little finger," he stated matter-of-factly. Harry could hear the amusement in his tone. He managed a pointed look at their little girl. Draco was tracing her features with his finger, watching her suckle with rapt attention. "Yes, and I'm the only one," Harry replied. He chuckled warmly as he added the wet ingredients to the dry. He whisked them together, then added a healthy handful of chocolate chips before preparing the waffle maker. He turned, resting against the counter, and watched Draco interact with their children. His heart swelled with love. Draco caught his gaze as he burped Annabelle efficiently, before placing her in the carrycot next to the table.
Harry crossed the kitchen, catching Draco's lips with his own. Draco chuckled at the muttered 'ew' coming from their son. "What was that for?" he wondered. "Not that I'm complaining." That Malfoy smirk came out full force at his husband's answer. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am. I love you, Draco." "I love you, too, Harry." Their five year old interrupted the way only children can. "Me too, Daddy? Papa? Me too?" Harry laughed, ruffling their sons hair. "Yes, love. We love you very much." He returned to their breakfast, and couldn't think of any better way to spend a Saturday morning.
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