Last Minute Prezzie

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A/N~ As I have said before with this one, it does not follow any set order, just little glimpses of their lives as I get them.


Harry crept quietly into the bed chamber he shared with his husband, Severus. He had heard the sound of the other man’s gentle breathing when he had come into their rooms in the dungeons after his last class of the day. Merlin but those first years would be the death of him.
He tiptoed over the open door of their bed room and peeked in to find his beloved curled up on his side under the afghan Hermione had given them as a wedding present six years before. He smiled to himself to see the other man finally sleeping; he’d had such a hard time the night before. The couple’s son had done everything possible to stay awake until dawn it had seemed and Severus had insisted that Harry rest since he had had to teach this morning. Turning from the peaceful scene he looked around the disaster that they affectionately called home, it was too cramped and Harry understood why Severus was pressing to move before their third child was born.
He began to pick up toys and clothes that had been scattered hither and yon by four year old Aiden and his twin sister Kelsey. How on earth could two such sweet children be such heathens at the same time he wondered as he straightened the last of the cushions on their sofa. He sat down and picked up one of the pictures on the table that sat beside the sofa and watching his babies playing with their other father in the snow.
Smiling to himself, he got up and walked quietly into the bedroom where he slipped under the blanket and wrapped an arm over the ex Potions Master and snuggled in next to him. He buried his face in Sev’s long black hair, loving the soft silkiness of it against his face. He loved to breathe in his scent, the scent of patchouli, cereal, prenatal potion, and of his husband.
Harry closed his eyes and thought back to the night the twins had been born. He’d nearly lost his husband before the Healers at St. Mungos had realized that Severus had fey blood in him and would produce his own birthing channel, they’d had to nearly hex the Healer as he had tried to open up a screaming Severus. He’d told Severus after that that he’d never ask him to carry another child. Severus had just looked at him and smirked.
“Husband, the only way that will be accomplished is if you never touch me again, and I do not foresee that happening.”
Harry had only looked at him for an explanation.
“It is the fey blood Harry, I’ve proven fertile, so I will continue to be able to become pregnant with your children. Don’t worry love, the first time is always the worst.”
Harry had drifted off to sleep when his gentle snoring woke Severus from his nap. The man sat up slowly and stretched, looking down at Harry, he smiled and stroked his cheek. His husband looked so tired, he thought he’d let him sleep awhile and go read.
He rolled out of the bed, grabbed another afghan, a book and a pillow, and then shuffled into the living room area. He smiled as he noticed Harry’d cleaned up after his monsters. Merlin, but those two were their Daddy all over, he thought as he stopped at his desk to pen a quick note to Herminone asking her to keep the children until later, that he needed his rest if it was okay with her. Tying the parchment to Hedwig’s leg, he shooed the owl out and curled back up to sleep on the old comfortable sofa. His eyes closing in sleep as he listened to the sound of Harry snoring in the other room.