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Of Parenting and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 15751 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry winced as another pain lanced through his back. More Braxton-Hicks contractions. He hissed in a breath as the pain shifted to between his legs, and stiffened. Okay, that was new.

He got up with some difficulty and waddled his way to the sitting room connected to the Master bedroom, where Lucius had moved his endless paperwork to be closer to his heavily pregnant mate while he drew ever closer to the birth. “Luc.” Harry said quietly.

Lucius hummed and finished writing something, then looked up to meet Harry’s gaze. “Yes, Love?” He questioned.

“Is it normal for back contractions to circle around and end in pain between the legs? Should I be worried?” Harry asked.

Lucius smiled widely. “No, Love, that means you’re in labour. The early stages, yes, but labour nonetheless. Your birth canal is forming. Get back into bed and have a house-elf strip everything but the sheets. There’s no reason to ruin the comforter. I’ll call Pamela.” He said, setting his quill down. “I’ll join you as soon as I can. In the meantime,” He grabbed a vial and filled it with his blood. “Drink this once you get into bed. You won’t be allowed anything during the labour, and remember what Her Majesty said in her last letter: it will help with the pain.” He reminded his mate.

Harry nodded. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have thought to ask. Bit preoccupied.” He explained, taking the vial and walking back into the bedroom. He called for Kittle, the Head Elf.

Once the bed was stripped and Harry was back in it, licking the remnants of blood from his upper lip, Lucius came back into the room. “Pamela is on her way, and Ellie is going to lead her here. Ellie will be the Elf assigned to our little Lily. She did a wonderful job with Draco, after all.”

Harry frowned. “We won’t have an Elf play babysitter with our daughter. There’s no need.” He said firmly.

Lucius smiled indulgently. “Of course not, Love. But while you are in the shower and I-“

“Are watching the baby.” Harry finished.

Lucius frowned. “I need to keep up with my business dealings, or our income will stop coming in. I owe it to our children to keep up on that.” He said.

“And you can do that while I take care of Lily. When I need you to watch her, you will make time, or there will be hell to pay.” Harry said cheerfully, just as Pamela walked in.

“I see you’re already in bed, wonderful. How are things?” She asked, casting a sanitation spell on her hands.

Harry smiled. “Good. I’m having pains, but Lucius says it’s just the birth canal forming.” He said.

Pamela nodded. “Yes, it’s much like an Elven Birth at first; you grow the birth canal and dilate at the same time. Then there’s a reprieve before the pushing starts.” She moved the sheet and sighed. “You need to be wearing less.” She told Harry in amusement.

“Oh! Right!” Harry vanished his trousers and boxers, blushing. He then proceeded to open his shirt at Lucius’ pointed look. If he planned to breastfeed, which he did, he needed to be ready.

Pamela chuckled and began checking his opening, making sure it was growing at an acceptable rate. “Four fingers dilated, that’s almost halfway. Still some time to go, so just relax and ride the pain, it shouldn’t be unbearable, just irritating.” She advised. “It will get worse as you get further along.”

“Pamela, would you say it is a bad idea to have a house-elf watch our baby whilst we are both busy?” Lucius asked conversationally.

Harry shot him a glare.

“You shouldn’t need to very often, you are a couple, which makes things easier than it would be for a single parent, but I can see the sense in doing so, once in a while. To ensure you both get a good night’s sleep when you’ve been run ragged, or after a few months have passed to give yourselves an opportunity to enjoy intimacy again. Not all the time, but by all means, if the house-elf knows what they are doing, let them help out. It’s not unheard of, and no one will think less of you for taking advantage of the resources at your disposal.” She said lightly.

“Arsehole.” Harry muttered. “You should have left her out of the discussion.”

Lucius chuckled. “I know when I am right, Love. We are going to need time away from the baby for our sanity, if nothing else. We cannot do everything all the time for the baby. Lily will not be upset if we have help rearing her to preserve our peace of mind. She will not even notice, because we will be there most of the time. Once she is old enough to remember, the house-elf will be a backup plan only.” He added. “Draco had no complaints.”

Harry frowned. “Draco was a spoiled little brat.” He pointed out.

Lucius pursed his lips. “Well, yes, but that was his mother’s doing, not mine.”

Harry shrugged. “Fine, we can have a house-elf help, but we will do the bulk of the child-rearing.” He said firmly.

“I have no problems with that. How are you feeling?” Lucius asked, brushing hair out of Harry’s eyes.

“In pain, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Harry answered.

Pamela checked him again. “Eight fingers. It’s almost time.” She told them cheerfully.

Harry smiled thinly. “Goody.” He said, trying to stay upbeat.

Both Pamela and Lucius could tell he was worried about the labour.

“It will be over quickly, and you’ve had an easy pregnancy, there shouldn’t be any complications.” Pamela assured him.

“I’m just worried about the pain, mostly.” Harry told her.

Pamela smiled. “You can have a pain potion when it’s all over, if you’re still hurting. You shouldn’t, but there’s always a chance the pain will linger.”

“Think of finally holding out little Lily in your arms for the first time. It will all be worth it. I promise.” Lucius said to Harry, a soft smile on his face.

“Ten fingers!” Pamela announced happily from between Harry’s legs. “You’ll get a reprieve now, usually about an hour, and then, when the normal contractions get close enough together, you’ll start to push. Have the normal contractions started, dear?” She asked curiously.

Harry frowned. “I don’t think s—Oh! Yes, I think I just had one! That wasn’t so bad.”

Pamela laughed humourlessly. “Oh, it gets worse, trust me.” She assured Harry in a dark tone.

Harry looked at her wryly. “Not encouraging in the least. You’re not getting a tip!” He told her sternly.

Pamela laughed. “Your humour in the face of pain is refreshing, I have to say.” She told him brightly.

“One of my best features.” Harry quipped.

“Mm, along with an absolutely scrumptious body, my Love.” Lucius agreed. “Your arse, especially.” He whispered in Harry’s ear.

The brunet’s face flamed. “Lucius! She doesn’t need to know that! Kindly keep those thoughts to yourself.” He hissed.

“I heard nothing. Lucius, join me in the other room for a little while. Harry needs to try and rest, and I have a feeling he can only do that with both of us out of the room.” Pamela told him.

Lucius followed her outside. “How long are we giving him?” He asked tensely. “He is in labour.”

Pamela smiled. “I’m well aware of that. Twenty-five minutes should be long enough for him to recharge, and we will not miss our cue if we re-enter then. It will be fine.”

*****

Inside the room, Harry was dozing, the contractions not bothering him too much. After growing up with Vernon and Dudley’s brand of abuse, he had a rather high threshold for pain, and he was even better able to ignore it in light of what the end result would be.

He drifted, and soon, he found himself in a vision.

Lucius was coaxing Lily to eat from a spoon that held a green mushy substance that Harry couldn’t readily identify as anything other than baby food.

Lily accepted the spoon, but upon tasting the green mush, she screwed up her face and it came right back out, dribbling down her chin.

Lucius sighed and scooped the mess back onto the spoon, trying a second time to feed it to her. “Come on, Lily Flower. It’s just broccoli. You want to grow up big and strong, don’t you? Open up.” He cajoled.

Lily gave him a look that clearly translated as “Are you kidding me? That’s not peas, and I want nothing to do with it.”

Harry laughed. “I don’t think she likes broccoli, Luc. Go ahead and give her the pears, so she’s at least eaten something. We can try the broccoli again when she’s older.”

Lucius sighed and wiped the spoon clean with a cloth he had in his lap, then opened a different small jar. “Daddy spoils you.” He muttered. “He doesn’t like broccoli either, but I’m afraid it’s a necessary evil.” He said, feeding her pears, which she accepted far more readily.

Harry came out of his daze as a sharp pain lanced through him and gritted his teeth.

Pamela and Lucius came back in.

“How are we doing?” The Healer asked, placing a hand on Harry’s stomach to feel the strength and frequency of contractions.

Harry blew out a breath. “They’re getting more painful.” He said.

Pamela nodded. “Well, that’s because you’re ready to start pushing. You got there faster than I thought you would, but we came back in just in time. Next contraction I want you to push. As hard as you can, alright?”

Harry nodded his understanding and Pamela took her position between his spread knees.

“Good. Now, push.”

Harry pushed and relaxed by turns until Pamela popped up to excitedly declare, “I can see her! Keep going, Harry, you’re doing great! Now, push!”

Harry put all his effort into his next push, and couldn’t hold back a sharp cry as he forced the shoulders out, but when he heard the loud, unhappy wail of his daughter, he seemed to gain a second wind. He watched Pamela cut the cord and hand the baby off to Lucius.

“One more good push to deliver the afterbirth, then I can leave you with your baby.” She said happily.

Harry finished his part of the ordeal on autopilot, staring at his daughter. She was a red and scrunched-up looking thing, but Harry had never seen a more beautiful person in his life.

“There, we’re done! I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.” Pamela promised as Harry took his daughter and immediately offered her a nipple.

“Thank you, Pamela. We’ll be ready.” Lucius said. “Kittle will show you out.”

Pamela smiled as she heard Harry’s sharp “Ow!” as she left the room. Harry had discovered his daughter’s tiny, sharp fangs, from the sound of things.
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