Neville and Blaise walked through the door, a box in the taller man's arms.

"Put it on the table," Neville said softly. "He'll be up in a minute, and you know he's super cuddly when he wakes up." He giggled behind his hand. "He fell asleep yesterday."

Blaise smiled and kissed Neville's temple. "I remember, when I came home you two were sleeping on the couch."

The blonde blushed. "I was tired after reading, B," he whined. "I'm pregnant, it makes sense."

Blaise chuckled, shaking his head. He placed the small box on the table. He sat down in the spot nearest the arm rest, and pat the spot next to him.

Neville sat in Blaise's lap, resting his head on his shoulder. "I'm a bit tired," he mumbled. "We woke up so early."

"Then rest."

Neville whined, shifting in his lap. "I wanna cuddle with Harry."

Blaise chuckled. "Alright, baby, are you going to sleep with Harry?"

Just then, Harry stumbled out of the bedroom and into Neville's arms. "Good morning," he mumbled.

"It's actually afternoon."

"Is it almost time for your nap then?" Harry asked.

Neville nodded. "Want to take it with me?"

The tan boy nodded. "Please."

"Of course, but first look in that box on the table." Neville pointed to the small brown box, that seemed to have shifted over a little.

Harry smiled sleepily. "What is it, Mummy?"

Neville giggled softly.

Harry always called Neville Mummy or Mum and Blaise Daddy or Dad when he was super tired. His memory was always a bit hazy, but he vividly remembered calling the two the names.

"You'll have to look, baby," Neville whispered. He smiled, and kissed Harry's forehead.

Harry nodded. He reached over for the box, and set it in his lap. He carefully opened the box, gasping at what he saw. "Mummy, Daddy," he whispered, staring down in the box in awe. "It's so cute."

Inside the box sat a small German Shepard puppy, his ears flopping on his head. His black tail was wagging rapidly at the sight of a human, a loud thud assuring the puppy was actually there. His ears were black as well as his paws, though all three parts of his body had small patched of the black, the rest mostly of its body brown.

"It's a boy," Blaise said softly. "Do you have a name for him?"

Harry nodded, carefully lifting the male puppy out of the small box. "His name is Hunter," he whispered, and kissed the puppy's wet nose.

Neville smiled sleepily. "That's cute, baby." He ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Wanna go nap with him?"

He nodded. "Yes please." Harry stood up carefully; he rocked the puppy in his arms. "Is Blaise napping too?"

Blaise shook his head. "No, I have some work that I can do."

Neville stood up, and wrapped his arms around Harry to keep himself up. "Okay, let's go."

Together, the two boys walked into their bedroom and slept soundly while Blaise was in his study, doing his paperwork.

Harry and Neville woke up a few hours later to a certain puppy licking their face.

Harry squealed softly, picking up the puppy. "Good evening, Hunter." He smiled and cuddled with the puppy.

Neville chuckled softly. "Oh? You're cuddling with Hunter and not me?"

He nodded, getting up. "I can walk and cuddle with a puppy, and I can only kind of walk and cuddle with you."

Neville stood up after Harry, and he walked with him to Blaise's study. He sat on Blaise's lap. " 'm hungry," he whined softly. "Feed me."

Blaise chuckled at the demand. "Feed you what?" he asked softly.

"I don't know, ask Haz," he murmured, kissing Blaise's neck.

Harry sat up, still cuddling with Hunter. "I want to go out to eat," he said softly.

"Okay, then we'll go out to eat," Blaise concluded.

Harry smiled and trotted to the door, Hunter in his arms, with Blaise and Neville following him closely.