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Prompt# 019 Without 50scenes & Jan challenge rubbing/talking to belly harrydracompreg
Word Count: 2,085
Rating: PG
Warning: Family fluff, mpreg
Summary: Sometimes even the sweet things can draw up sad memories, its times like these that Harry understands how somethings are bittersweet.

"Papa?"

He opened his eyes slowly, rolling over onto his back. If any uncertainties had lingered that he really was pregnant, they had washed away along with the dinner he lost in the loo. He was not certain what time it was, but it was late enough that his son had woken up on his own.

The three-year-old was currently attempting to climb onto the bed. Nibby, their house elf, moved from the doorway, pushing him up with two hands under his rump.

"Oof!" Sage crawled over him, poking Draco with his elbows and knees.

"Papa not wake. No come see Sage!" he cried, finally coming to rest lying on top of his father, his chin resting on his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling my best," he explained, running his fingers through his soft hair.

"Hmm?" Little eyebrows furrowed over his silver eyes.

"My tummy hurt, but I'm all better now," he replied to make it a little easier for the toddler to understand. The adaptation of his language was one of the more interesting changes since becoming a parent. He never thought he'd be using words like "tummy" or "poop" either for that matter.

"Baby?" his son asked, gently rubbing his still slightly rounded stomach. He'd taken to doing that ever since they informed him Draco was having a baby. He liked to nap next to his papa and rub his belly until he drifted off to sleep.

"Yes, that's your little brother or sister."

"Like Hena?"

"Yes, a baby like Helena." Hermione had given birth to her and Ron's daughter three months ago.

"Big! Big!" he chanted, patting his stomach.

"You're right. My tummy is going to get a lot bigger." On one side, he was proud his son made the connection to Hermione's large stomach and the baby and his own soon to expand stomach; on the other, he wasn't looking forward to waddling about everywhere.

"Ooh, ooh! I didn't wet bed! See? See?" Sage manoeuvred his hand from Draco's belly, moving it between them to grab at the dry crotch of his sleeping robe.

"You didn't! You are a very bright boy!" Draco pulled him up higher so he could hug him, relishing in his warmth, moving him until he cuddled into his side.

"Sleep with Papa a little bit," he murmured, his own eyes closing, as Draco began to hum the lullaby they'd sung to him since he was a baby.

He waited until he heard the small breaths even out and the hand that was clenched in his pyjama top loosened a bit before let joined his son in sleep.

The next time he woke to small hands patting his face and his son's innocent expression.

"Hungry."

The house elf could have served him breakfast, but Draco had always been particular that he and Harry provide the majority of the childcare for their son.

"Okay, love. I'll get up now." He pressed a kiss on the hand resting on his cheek.

He threw the covers off, managing to sit up without feeling sick, and got to his feet. Meanwhile, Sage balanced standing up on the comforter, holding up his arms to be carried.

When Harry came back from his early morning Quidditch practice, he found his family in the living room.

"There's some breakfast for you in the kitchen," Draco informed him after sharing a kiss.

"I'm good. I ate with the guys." Harry cuddled in with Draco, pulling the sheet he had loosely wrapped around himself so he could get under it too.

"Daddy! Daddy! I no wet pants!" Sage came running over to declare his accomplishment.

"Wow, sport! Good job." He leaned forward, grabbing his son about the waist and giving him a slight toss in the air, making him shriek with laughter.

He did it twice more before he had to rest him on his lap, giving him a moment to calm his breathless giggles.

"Play now." Sage pointed to the rug where he'd abandoned his toys in favour of his father.

"All right." He set him on the floor and gave him a light pat on his bottom.

He turned to his husband, a question suddenly occurring to him. "Have you decided if you're going to stay at the Ministry?"

"I've arranged work leave while I incubate this one," Draco answered, patting his belly.

"They've allowed me to bring in Sage from time to time." Harry nodded. He'd set up the miniature desk and chairs himself in Draco's office. "But I can't expect them to allow it to become a nursery with the new baby in tow."

"Isn't it about time that Sage can go to nursery school? Maybe that will help."

"No!"

Draco cleared his throat. He was just as surprised by his outburst as Harry was. "I think that will be too many changes for him. He's getting a new sibling and suddenly he's sent off to a nursery with strangers and without his papa..." he trailed off, watching their son stacking towers of blocks that varied in height.

"You're not ready to be away from him," Harry said understandingly, reaching for the clenched hand under the blankets. He uncurled the fingers, lacing his own in the grasp.

"Potter, you don't understand. He is the only person I've never caused disappointment. He looks at me and he doesn't see a blood traitor or a sneaky Slytherin."

With his father in Azkaban and having accepted Harry's help, Draco had avoided having to take the Mark and getting dragged into the Death Eaters. His defection had caused mixed feelings and heated debate amongst their allies.

"Draco, has someone said something?" Harry asked seriously, his fingers tightening around his husband's.

"No, Harry, you don't have to go defend my honour." He rolled his eyes at the thought he couldn't defend himself against cutting remarks.

"They haven't treated me that way for years now. Maybe I'm just being hormonal." He sighed, leaning fully into Harry, resting his head on his shoulder and watching his son, who was in the process of knocking the blocks down with his lion plushie. "I've promised myself to be a good parent for him."

"You are."

He accepted his husband's reassurance. "I don't see a reason to send him off when I can take care of him."

"Okay," Harry easily agreed. "Why don't you get some sleep, love? I'll take care of the party," he offered when he noticed his husband's head drooping from his shoulder to his chest.

"I forgot all about it. How could I have forgotten?" Draco groaned. They were going to host a small get-together to tell everyone their news.

"You've been tired," Harry soothed. "I'm sure you've already given the instructions to Nibby and all I have to do is get Sage dressed."

Draco nodded. Harry could handle everything, and he couldn't deny he was in need of rest.

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"Seems your husband is good at something," Narcissa teased.

"Does that mean Father wasn't?" he retorted, amused to see his father's expression. His aunt's glossy black curls shook with her smothered laughter.

Lucius looked around, trying to gauge if anyone heard Draco's indelicate remark, but no one was standing near their group. The Weasleys were scattered throughout the room a distance away from their corner.

"We only wanted one. We didn't see a point in breeding like the Weasleys," Lucius spat.

"Two children are hardly seven, and you know you're looking forward to another grandchild," his son challenged.

Try as he might, his father could not hide the great affection he held for his grandson.

"Draco's right. You'll have another playmate to chase around, Lucius," Andromeda added, referring to the game of chase Sage had initiated with Lucius. To the surprise to all, Lucius had actually complied, not quite running, but striding quickly behind him.

Lucius moulded his face into a calm mask, not attempting to deny it."If this next one is like Sage, then I just might." He promptly excused himself to get a drink.

"I don't know how the little one does it, but I think he's actually made your husband into an actual human being." Narcissa nodded at her sister's comment, watching her husband walk away.

"I would have loved to see my Ted as a grandfather," Andromeda said in a wistful tone. "I think he would have been wonderful."

"I'm sure he would have," Narcissa assured her with a smile.

"Besides him missing his parents, the other thing I regret is that Teddy won't have any brother and sisters."

"He has siblings." The three turned to see Harry and Molly joining them. "Sage and the baby are his family," Harry stated, handing his husband a glass of water.

"Not to mention all the other grandchildren," Molly added with a smile. "We're all family here."

"Thank you," Andromeda smiled. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to cloud the atmosphere with my melancholy musing. It's just...Teddy made an interesting request this morning." She hesitated and Molly reached over to pat her shoulder.

"Go ahead, dear. What did he ask?"

"He asked if we could visit Dora and Remus's graves."

Draco used the hand not holding his drink to grab hold his husband's for support. There was an unreadable expression on his face.

When she continued, her voice was rough with restrained tears. "He said he wanted to tell them how he was doing, and that he missed them but his grandmother took good care of him."

The other two women's eyes filled with tears at the little boy's words.

"I think it's because he's working on his family tree for his nursery, and the other children probably asked questions about his parents." Andromeda accepted Draco's handkerchief with a grateful smile.

"Well, I think you should take him, and when you help him with that project, remember you'll need even more parchment to fit us all in." The Weasley matriarch was in full mother mode.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco whispered. They'd moved away from the women, and Harry was currently resting against the wall with a pensive expression.

His husband did not answer right away, but then pulled Draco closer with a gentle tug of their joined hands. "I think I want to visit my parents' graves too."

One look into his troubled green eyes and Draco was agreeing. "We'll go whenever you want." He gave him a soft kiss, relieved when Harry returned it and even managed a smile.

"I hope you're ready for what's about to come," Ron's warning popped up beside them his wife not far behind.

"Have you told Sage he's going to be a big brother yet?" Hermione asked after congratulating both men with a hug and a kiss.

Harry smiled, seemingly in better spirits. "We did. He seemed pretty excited."

"That's just for now. Soon he'll realise he won't be an only child anymore, and then it goes downhill." Ron accompanied this wisdom with a hand gesture of a downhill slope.

"He's exaggerating."

"You're an only child, 'Mione. You wouldn't understand. I am one of six boys. I at least had the baby of the family thing going on until Ginny came along and ruined everything."

Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband's dramatics; her eldest son was already showing tendencies toward his temper.

"How did you tell Jacob and Daniel about Helena?"

"Daniel took it well, but he's always been the more reasonable of the two." Their middle child was known for being mature for his age and having a love for reading that rivalled his mother's.

"Jacob on the other hand-"

"He tried running away," Ron interjected with glee at proving his point.

Draco and Harry looked at each other in surprise.

"He didn't get very far. He forgot to pack lunch, so he was back in the house in ten minutes maximum. I watched him from the window."

"After dinner, he made a new plan, and I found him hiding all his toys so the new baby couldn't use them. Never mind the fact that I was only three months pregnant at the time." They shared a laugh at his antics.

"Sage should be fine," Hermione said with a smile.

Draco nodded.

He watched his husband laugh as Ron described his son's attempted rebellion, and tried to prepare himself to be strong for Harry when they visited his in-laws' graves.

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