Cat and Mouse

Author: : TheSiner
Title : : Cat and Mouse
Genre: : Romance/Humor
Pairing: : Harry/Lucius (main)
Other pairings: Ain’t telling you!
Summary: : There are always consequences to your actions. Lucius learns the hard way when he catches Harry, but something happens and it’s not so obvious who the cat is and who the mouse is anymore. Why Harry suddenly likes Lucius so much?
Rating: : It is bad enough, but could be worse.
Disclaimer: : These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.
Warnings: : slash, mpreg, non-con sex (I guess - cos Harry is 16), no explicit sex, swearing, OOC, A/U (forget of HBP and OOTP), noncanon, bad grammar, soap-opera elements. Not explicit!!!
A/N: Setting – after Harry’s fifth year.
Complete: Yes (will be updated in seven parts)

A/N: You are about to read my story. Warnings are clear. Don’t like it, don’t read it.


Fourth Part


Harry’s wedding was going to take time in the middle of November. It was a Hogsmeade weekend. Most of the Gryffindor and all of Harry’s friends were leaving; Ron would never pass an opportunity to stuff his face with some sweets from Honey Dukes.

This was a really good day for a secret wedding ceremony because the school was almost empty. Harry could easily make up an excuse for not going, he simply complained to Ron and Hermione that he was tired and wanted to sleep in and they let him stay, promising to bring back a lot of sweets.

But Harry could only dream about sleeping in, as soon as Ron and Hermione were gone, the boy was woken by an exuberant house elf.

“Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Time to waky Harry Potter!”

Harry opened eyes and saw smiling Dobby sitting on the foot of his four poster bed.

“Headmaster says Harry Potter wakes up, eats, dresses and comes to office!” The elf chanted in a merry voice.

“Thank you Dobby,” Harry smiled weakly. He was not jumping for joy, but he didn’t want to hurt sweet creature’s feelings by being unkind.

“Best for Harry Potter!” Dobby squeaked.

The house elf disappeared and popped up again in a split second presenting Harry a tray with food.

“Breakfast in bed? Thanks, Dobby.”

“Dobby happy to help! Harry Potter needs energy now,” the house elf grinned confusing the boy. Was it possible that Dobby knew about his pregnancy? How then? What if…

“Dobby, I hope you haven’t told anyone…” Harry started, but the creature didn’t let him finish: “No! No! No! Dobby isn’t telling other people! Not telling! Big secret!”

“Ok, but how do you know?” Harry was curious.

Dobby beamed: “It is house elf thing.”

Harry frowned and accepted that this was going to be the best explanation he was getting.

When Harry finished his scrambled eggs and juice he called Dobby. Elf popped up, took his tray, disappeared and then returned again holding a large box.

“Harry Potter will wear this! Good luck!”

“Thank you, Dobby,” with that elf disappeared and boy reached for the box.

***

Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak to leave the Gryffindor tower and get to the headmaster’s office unnoticed.

His heart was skipping a beat and his feet were heavy.

Oh, Merlin, what am I doing! What am I doing? I must be mad…

Harry stopped numerous times on his way. He felt like turning around and running and hiding in the deepest hole he could find…No, he couldn’t run. He had made a decision and he had to stick to it. The boy sighed, took a deep breath and resumed walking, remembering himself why he was doing it.

Four other wizards were waiting for The-Boy-Who-Lived in the headmaster’s office.

“Hi,” Harry greeted. That probably sounded very stupid. Bahh! Snape is right. I am an idiot! “Hi!” Very smooth, Potter!

Snape was scowling. Nothing new there…

Madame Pomfrey was looking at all of the other wizards in the room with wide eyes – she probably had just been informed that Harry was not only pregnant, but also getting married to a Death Eater who was also Lucius Malfoy – and she was about to witness the remarkable event.

Albus Dumbleore was annoyingly cheerful as usually. Honestly, sometimes Harry had to wonder if the man was doing drugs.

Harry noticed that his future husband was giving him once over. The boy hoped that he was acceptable. Well, if he wasn’t then it was not his fault, because he was not the one who picked out the robe! Still the young man had an irresistible desire to smooth his unruly hair.

Lucius Malfoy’s appearance was impeccable as always and expression composed. On the contrary Harry was a nervous wreck. He war worse than uncomfortable. Nice. I hope that I will not make a fool of myself!

Harry’s wedding ceremony was not what he had expected. Well it was not like he had been fantasizing about his wedding day before: he was not a girl! Thank you very much! But still…

Harry had always thought that he will marry someone who he loved, but there he was marrying a man who was almost a stranger to him. Harry had never thought about marrying another man.

However the worst thing about Harry’s wedding was lack of his friends. He would like to invite Ron, Hermione and Sirius. Instead, he had to lie to his best friends, because he didn’t know how to break the news.

He knew that he was just making up an excuse by telling himself, that the marriage had to remain a secret. Harry was more scared than anything. He could trust Ron and Hermione with his secrets and Harry was actually ashamed that he didn’t trust his friends with his friendship.

His godfather didn’t even know about the whole ordeal. Sirius would be angry. No, not just angry. Furious! He hated the Malfoys. And he would get even madder knowing that one of Harry’s witnesses was Snape.

Speaking about Snape… “Ah, the bride had finally graced us with his presence,” the man drawled.

Harry glared at his Potions master with all the furry he could master.

“Severus,” Lucius Malfoy warned and Harry couldn’t help himself; he felt a little warm inside when his future husband was defending him.

“He was late,” Snape countered.

The fight of glares was stopped by Albus Dumbledore: “There, there…Now when we are all here, I think we should get started.”

Harry sighed. It was really going to happen.

Lucius approached Harry and offered his hand. The youth put his smaller one in the larger palm. Harry held his breath. He had not thought that Lucius’s hands would be so warm. The man was so cold otherwise.

The couple approached Albus Dumbledore, both witnesses took their place at the side and the ceremony began.

“We have gathered here to join two loving hearts…” Harry was astonished. The man was barking mad after all! What fucking love was he talking about! That was a blasphemy! This marriage had nothing to do with love!

Harry noticed that Malfoy shifted uncomfortably and frowned. Apparently he was also disgruntled by the headmasters praise to love, loyalty, matrimony and all the joys of married life.

Harry could feel a stab of pain in his heart. This wedding was nothing but a mockery of love. He tried his hardest to tune out the headmaster’s speech until it was finished. When Albus Dumbledore finally ceased talking the couple signed the parchment which was obviously a contract which sealed the marriage. It was not an easy task for Harry, because his fingers were trembling and he could hardly hold the quill.

When the younger husband had finally managed to tame the quill, Severus Snape presented two wedding rings. Lucius first took hold of boy’s palm and put on the ring eyeing his spouse warily. Harry had lost connection with reality. He felt more like detached observer. As if the whole ordeal didn’t concerned him. As if it was nothing more, but a mowing picture he was looking at.

The boy barely registered when Lucius Malfoy pressed a chaste kiss on his hand. Albus Dumbledore was greeting the young couple with all his cheerfulness, Pomfrey was still shocked, so she just mumbled something barely polite and fled the headmaster’s office.

“Congratulations,” the irony in Snape’s voice was obvious. “I have work to do.”

“Harry,” the boy was pulled out of his stupor by his newly wed husband. He noticed that they were left alone in the room.

“I wanted to ask if you will join me for the dinner. If you agree we will go to a private room I have booked for us by floo,” Lucius offered.

“S-sure,” Harry managed to answer.

***

Harry stepped out of the fireplace and was seated at the table for two. Nice private room…

Wait a minute! A dinner? A private room? Only two of us! Oh, no…after a wedding comes a wedding night!

***

Harry stepped out of the fireplace and was seated at the table for two. There was a nice private room…

Wait a minute! Dinner? Dinner in a private room? Only two of us! Dinner in a nice private room just after the wedding… Oh, no…after a wedding comes a wedding night!

Harry’s heart started beating faster. Was Malfoy going to demand that they slept together? Was that the reason why the man had bought hiss newly wed husband here?

“Are you feeling well?” Lucius inquired noticing that his new husband had grown paler.

“Yes, I am fine,” Harry answered, knowing that he hadn’t managed to sound convincing at all.

“Are you aware that your health has direct impact on your child?” The implication in Malfoy’s words was obvious – he hadn’t believed the boy for a second.

Now he is berating me like a child. I am his husband, not his son, damn it! He is older than me of course, but that doesn’t mean that he has a right to order me around.

“I am fine,” the boy repeated fiercely with all of his Gryffindor’s stubbornness. He was tired, nervous and hormonal, damn it!

“If you say so,” Lucius let it rest for now. Starting their marriage with a fight was not a good idea. Even if his young husband was being unreasonable. “Aren’t you going to try the stew? It’s not too bad. If you would like to have something else, I am sure we could get it…”

Actually the food was delicious, a lot better than ‘not too bad’. Malfoy is such a snob after all!. Harry groaned inwardly. Did they have anything in common at all? Why did I marry him…

The food was the only thing which was not awful. Harry was feeling extremely uncomfortable during the dinner. He didn’t know where to look and what to say and knocked over his glass spilling his pumpkin juice all over the table.

Malfoy apparently didn’t have Harry’s problems, because he wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort. At least Harry couldn’t see them.

In fact that was true; Lucius was very comfortable and extreemly amused. Watching his young husband squirm was quite entertaining. Besides Harry Potter was not hard on the eye.

And he belongs to me.

A small smile escaped Lucius’s lips giving Harry a fright.

Why is he smirking like that? What is he planning now? The thought made Harry embarrassed and turned his cheeks red, but he was wondering if his husband wanted him…in a sexual way…

The dinner was obviously coming to end. At least the eating part… and Harry dreaded what they were going to do after that.

Is he going to ask me or is he going to just drag me to the bed? That sounds stupid, but isn’t it possible? Well, he is my husband now, but does that mean that he has right to my body! If he thinks that I am going to jump him like that unfortunate first time, then he is wrong! That was the heat thing! It was not feeling well, not being myself. I was not in my right mind that night! But what I am going to do when he makes a move?

“Harry,” the boy almost jumped startled by his companion’s voice. “Did you find everything acceptable?”

Eh? What is that question? What does he mean by it? What do I find acceptable? I hope he is asking about food. “Ehe, yeah…it was…nice.”

This was it. The dinner part was obviously over. Lucius Malfoy put his napkin on the table and stood up. Then he walked to Harry and helped his young husband out of his seat.

Harry thought he was going to faint or at least his knees would give out when he was led somewhere by his older husband who had put his hand dangerously low on boy’s back.

“Harry,” Lucius stopped and turned the boy around wanting to see his spouse’s beautiful face. The aristocratic blonde was standing before Harry and studying him. Then the taller man lifted boy’s chin and brushed away some strands from Harry’s forehead with his other hand. The youth was forced to look in the pair of silver gray eyes.
“Will you let me to kiss you?” Lucius asked tentatively tracing boy’s lower lip with his thumb. Harry felt his head nodding and the blonde man leaned in closer to smaller male's face.

Harry closed his eyes. Their lips connected. At first Harry let Lucius’s tongue to dominate him, but very soon he couldn’t hold back anymore… The kiss was slow, gentle, but intense.

Harry had a feeling it lasted for hours, but was over too soon for his liking.

“I should get you back to Hogwarts,” Lucius stated in slightly strained voice.

Harry was not sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

***

When Harry returned to the tower Ron and Hermione were not there yet. He quickly sneaked in his room changed out of the wedding robes and lied down. Now he would not have to lie about being tired. The boy was exhausted. He was already lying about a lot of things. About everything what was important in fact. Harry was not sure if he would be able to look Ron and Hermione in the eyes when Lucius Malfoy’s kiss was still burning on his lips.

***

It was the Saturday a week after Harry’s wedding. Students were in the Great Hall having dinner. Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione and trying to get down some food. That was not an easy task, because his stomach had been upset lately.

Harry was toying with his wedding ring. It had turned into a nervous habit for him.

“Hey, mate, why can’t you leave your finger alone?” Ron suddenly asked.

“Wha-what did you say, Ron?” Harry obviously had not been paying attention.

“Nothing important, Harry. So, what was you daydreaming about?” Ron winked.

“Are you going to believe me, if I say ‘nothing’?” Harry was hopeful.

“Well, maybe” Ron drawled pretending that he was reconsidering his friend’s preposition. “No.”

“Really, Ron, believe me. It is nothing particular and nothing important. I just have a lot on my mind at the moment,” was he lying? Or just concealing some facts. Was a half-truth actually a lie?

“Let Harry eat, Ronald,” Hermione ordered.

The red head rolled his eyes; he had forgotten that he was dealing with two girls these days and girls were always standing up for each other. But he was not courageous enough to voice his thoughts. Oh, no!

Harry was relieved. And also ashamed. He was being dishonest. Besides he was getting away with a lot of lies because of his pregnancy.

That moment an owl flew in the Great Hall and straight to the Gryffindor table, dropping a package in front of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry was excited. Was it something from Sirius? His godfather was the only one who was writing him. Well, if it was from Sirius, then it probably was not a good idea to open the package here. Hermione and Ron were eyeing the mysterious package obviously thinking the same.

“Let’s finish this,” Hermione suggested and both boys nodded in agreement and Harry, Ron ad Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor dorms.

They were glad to see that Harry’s and Ron’s other roommates had not returned yet.

Harry cast the unshrinking spell at the package and it expanded three times.

“It is food,” Ron stated the obvious. “Wow! Those are extra good! Whose sending you so expensive sweets, mate?”

“Let’s see. There is a card,” Hermione grabbed the note before Harry could hide it. “Hm, it is not signed,” the girl who had to know everything was disappointed.

“What does it say,” Harry’s breath caught.

Take care of yourself and the life growing in you

“And that’s all. Do you know who sent it?” Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry questioningly.

“I have my suspicions,” the boy sighed. “I think it is the father of my child,” Harry blushed.

“Harry! He knows!?” Hermione was stunned. Her friend nodded shyly. “Harry, why don’t you tell us who it is!”

“I am sorry, I know you are my friends…but I am not ready yet. Besides it is not only my secret, so I am not allowed to tell you. I am sorry, I just can’t.”

Ron and Hermione were too sorry for their friend to keep upsetting him. Their questions could wait.

“It’s, ok, mate, don’t worry. We will support you no matter what.”

Ron and Hermione hugged their friend. That was exactly what Harry needed.

***

It was time for Harry’s weekly check up. Madame Pomfrey had insisted on it. The poor Gryffindor sighed. He was so sorry for himself, because… Harry knew that the mediwitch meant well, but she was so bossy! And maternal! And she always made him feeling guilty for something!

He was four months along and showing, but probably no one could tell with those robes and baggy clothes he was wearing all the time. So, Harry was safe for now. And he was thinking if there was something like a notice-my stomach-not charm…

What was the most surprising, Harry had grew attached to his pregnancy and to his child. He hadn’t had time to think about it at first. There were too many things bothering him and the boy had to admit that at first he had been in denial. But after the wedding he had realized that it was really happening. He was going to be a mother or father…he didn’t care what he was called. He was going to give birth to a little human being which was a part from himself and also a part of his mother and father. Harry had been watching and touching his growing stomach, wondering how large the baby was…It was exciting after all.

And then madame Pomfrey had cast a simple spell Parvulus Revelo and his stomach had started glowing and had became slightly transparent, as if someone had switched on a flashlight inside him…And he had seen him for the first time! He had seen the little alien-like thing which was his baby boy. Yes, Harry was going to have a boy!

A/N: notice-my stomach-not charm – from notice-me-not charm

Parvulus - child (Latin)

***

There was one constant in Harry’s life. He hated Potions. No, make that two. He hated Potions and Snape was a sadistic bastard. Those were two things the Gryffindor never doubted.

Somehow Harry had a feeling that it was not going to be any different today when the most hated professor in Hogwarts stormed in the classroom his black robe billowing. Ron and Harry shared knowing looks groaning inwardly.

Snape strode to the front of the class and turned to the class crossing his arms on his chest. “Let’s start. I know it is too much to ask from some of you,” Snape leered at Harry. “However, I want you to follow directions on the board. Today we are making anti headache potion. It is not complicated, at least for those who had done their homework, but I am aware that some of you,” another glare at Gryffindors, “will manage to make fools of themselves nonetheless. Get your ingredients. And hurry up, you don’t have all day!”

Harry was trying to do his best chopping and slicing and grinding. That was not an easy task when Snape was constantly looming over him.

Does he have to poke his nose in my cauldron all the time! Harry thought to himself angrily and his knife missed the horseradish. The root flew on the floor.

“Shite,” Harry mumbled.

A dark shadow fell over dark haired Gryffindor. “Mr. Potter, you are not only squandering ingredients, but also using foul language in my classroom,”

“Excuse me, sir,” Harry put as much sarcasm in the last word as he could master.

“Ten points from Gryffindor mister Potter. Sometimes your lack of intelligence makes me wonder if your sire really was a wizard or you were fathered by a house elf or a troll,” Snape sneered.

Harry’s anger flared up when he heard snickering from the Slytherin side of class.

“At lest I know that I am not a son of a bitch, professor!” The boy spat and the class grew dead silent immediately.

“What did you say, Potter?” Potion master’s voice showed that he was trying to restrain his temper.

Harry however was not holding back at all: “I said that you are a coldhearted bastard and a son of a bitch! You are asking for respect, but you respect no one!”

“Of course, you know a lot about creating bastards, Potter,” Snape bit back.

Hermione gasped. This was getting out of any control! The class was watching both wizards in terrified silence afraid that one of both wizards was going to hex another every moment now.

Harry grasped his wand in trembling fingers: “Shut up!”

“Can’t take the truth?” Snape bit pleased that he had managed to strike the nerve. “How many house points should I take for your behavior?”

Tears were gathering in Harry’s eyes, he was going to be sick.
“I hate you! I hate you!” I hate you!” The boy shouted and fled the classroom leaving everyone sitting in stunned silence.

***

Harry had no idea where he was at the moment and truthfully he didn’t care much. He was sitting somewhere far in the dungeons, hiding behind a statue of some old wizard which thankfully wasn’t trying to start a conversation, because right now Harry wanted to be left alone.

He was fed up with everything. He was fed up with his overly compassionate friends. He was fed up with Albus Dumbledore who was being so damn understanding all the time, but nonetheless didn’t make any sense. He hated the Gryffindors who were always so sickeningly cheerful. He hated the Slytherins who just couldn’t let him live in peace. He was fed up with Snape who just couldn’t leave him alone. Why should he take Potions master’s endless abuse! Yes, Snape was a teacher. So what? Does being a teacher give one a right to humiliate others?

Harry was fed with his ‘husband’s’ presents. He wanted to show all the sweets he was getting at least twice a week down the man’s throat. He was not Malfoy’s breeding mare and he didn’t need fattening up! He was not a child either! He hated those expensive sweets he got! He was not for sale! He hated those short notes he was receiving from Malfoy with every package every time! The man didn’t ask how he was feeling or what he was doing. Malfoy was just giving him orders.

I hope, you are eating well. Remember to take good care of yourself. If you need anything, let me know. I hope you are well. Make sure you rest enough…etc., etc., etc..

Harry was fed up with the Wizarding world. He had never wanted to be The-Boy-Who-Lived. He was fed up with Trelawney who was telling him that he was going to die every time he got classes. He just wanted to be left alone!

He had not wanted to have any nonhuman genes. He was a freak enough already. He shouldn’t have gotten married to Malfoy. Harry was afraid that it was going to make everything worse.

Harry hated them all, he hated his life, he hated himself…

He hated crying, but there was nothing he could do, he just couldn’t stop.

***

“Harry! Harry, where are you,” Hermione’s voice echoed in the dungeons.

“Shh, I found him, he’s asleep,” Ron whispered.

Harry’s best friends had used the Marauder’s Map to find Harry when the boy hadn’t turned up at the Gryffindor tower. They found Harry sound asleep, hiding behind the statue of Mortimer Wise (he was one of Hogwarts’ former Potions Masters).

“I don’t want to wake him up,” Ron whispered.

“Me too. Poor thing…but we can leave him here! I hope he hadn’t caught cold.”

“I think I could carry him,” Ron suggested.

“You do? Oh, I will cast a lightening spell on him…”

***

When Harry woke up, he was lying on his bed in the Gryffindor tower. His head hurt and his eyes were swollen. No wonder after all that crying last night. Harry wondered who had got him there and what was going to happen to him now.

“Hey, Harry, you awake?” Harry turned his head and saw Ron sitting on his own bed with a copy of ‘Quidditch weekly’.

“Yeah, Ron,” the boy grumbled. “What’s the time?”

“It is afternoon already, you overslept classes today. I didn’t wake you; I thought you needed some sleep. How are you Harry?”

“I don’t know,” the boy moaned. “I have a headache. A big one.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too well,” Ron smiled weakly.

“Thanks Ron,” the sarcasm was obvious.

“You are welcome. Harry, when you feel good enough, Dumbledore wants to talk to you. Sorry,” the redhead winced.

“That’s fine Ron, I already expected that; I will take a shower and then go.”

***

Harry was walking to the headmaster’s office. He had no idea what was going to happen to him now after he had yelled at Snape. Harry seriously doubted that he would be expelled though. Of course, he didn’t doubted that The Bat had already demanded that from the headmaster. He didn’t believe that this time was going to be different.

“You wanted to see me, professor Dumbledore?”

The headmaster looked as kind as usually. Shouldn’t the man appear stern and angry once in the while?

“Yes Harry. Would you like a lemon drop or some tea? You probably know why I asked you to come here. Professor Snape complained me about your behavior in his class. Severus is really upset. Can you tell me what happened?”

Harry felt his anger returning when he remembered yesterdays Potions class.

“Snape was saying unforgivable things about my father and after that about my pregnancy. Do I have to mention that he is constantly picking on me during the classes!?” Harry’s voice was getting louder and angrier during his speech as he was thinking about the slimy bastard.

“Harry, you know that Severus has his reasons…” Albus Dumbledore tried to soothe his protégé.

“I honestly don’t care about his reasons!” Harry yelled. “This is a school! I am a student and he has no right to treat me differently from other students just because he hated my father whom I have never known! He has no right to use my secrets to get to me! I am fed up with him. It is not fair!”

“Harry, please remember, that I am your headmaster and mind your tone,” Dumbledore berated the Gryffindor.

“I am sorry headmaster. But I am not going to let Snape abuse me anymore. I am not going to listen when he says disgusting things about my family. He called my child a bastard!” Harry was fuming.

“Yes, I agree that Severus can be…harsh. However I will have to punish you. But, seeing that the guilt is mutual, if you just apologize and…”

“No! No way! I am not going to apologize to Snape! Punish me as you want, but I won’t say I am sorry for my words! I am not. I meant every word, I said,” Harry was determined.

“Fine, my boy,” the headmaster sighed. “I see that there is nothing I can do to make you change your mind. You will serve detention with professor McGonagall.”

“Thank you professor Dumbledore,” Harry nodded and proudly walked out of the headmaster’s office.

Albus rubbed his temples and murmured: “Boys are boys.”

He didn’t tell that Harry, because that would cause more trouble and make the boy think that he could get away with things, but he was going to talk to the Potions Professor. Severus had to understand that he had a pregnant student in the class whose hormones were going wild and the man couldn’t keep antagonizing the boy whose temper was pretty bad even before the pregnancy.

Harry didn’t know that, but Severus Snape was the one who was going to get the most of trouble for his behavior this time.

***

Ron, Hermione and Harry were standing in the Gryffindor common room. Other Gryffindors were also bustling around. Neville Longbottom was looking for his toad. Almost everyone except Harry was leaving for winter holiday.

“Harry, are you sure, you are going to be fine by yourself? I feel awful for leaving you here alone,” Hermione complained.

“Stop worrying about me guys, you are going to have great time skiing and you, Ron, you will see real dragons. Don’t forget to take some photos!”

“You could do some studying, Harry,” Hermione suggested. “But still, you will be alone in Christmas!”

“I am not going to be alone. Dobby is here and Hagrid and Dumbledore, see!”

Both Gryffindors sighed. They had to go to spend some time with their families, but leaving Harry alone was hard. Especially considering their friend’s condition. Whatif something happened!

Ron and Hermione had no idea how much relieved Harry was. He was relieved that his friends had their own plans for Christmas. That made his life a lot easier. Otherwise he would have to explain the fact that he was also leaving Hogwarts for Christmas, to spend his Christmas holiday at the Malfoy manor as his husband had requested.

At first Harry had be angry when he received a letter which ordered him to do this and that and stated that Lucius Malfoy had arranged everything. Honestly! Shouldn’t the man ask him first! Maybe Harry had other plans. But then the temperamental Gryfindor had cooled off and decided that maybe, just maybe, his husband had assumed that spending the holiday with one’s family was what people do and probably that really was what people normally did and he shouldn’t get so worked up about it.

TBC


A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you did, then, please be kind and leave me a revoew. Come on! I spend hours on my stories, but am asking just for a minute of your time!