Epilogue
"Ok
Draco, when the next contraction comes I want you to push real hard,
and that should do it" Draco's doctor said from the end of the
birthing table.
"Come on Honey, just one more push"
Harry whispered encouragingly as he rubbed a spot low on Draco's back
that had been bothering him since his labor had started ten hours
ago. He had been amazed at how strong Draco had been through out the
long drawn out process
"I've changed my mind Harry I don't
want kids anymore" Draco whined 'it hurts"
Harry laughed
"I think it's a bit late to be thinking that Baby, it will be
over soon, you just need to push one more time."
"I
don't want to fucking push!" Draco screamed "you want these
fucking babies so much you get on the frickin table and push. Just
leave me alone, Potter, I don't want to see you."
Harry
stared at Draco. He hadn't heard Draco swear so much since their
school days. "You know I would do it for you if I could. If you
really want me to leave I will" Harry stopped rubbing Draco's
back and started to walk away.
"Harry! Don't leave me I'm
sorry. I didnt mean that" Draco cried.
Draco began his
breathing again, indicating another contraction was on it's way.
Harry tensed right along with his husband.
"Come here, dad,
quick,' the mediwitch said to Harry. "this is something you
don't want to miss."
Harry was torn between obeying the
mediwitch's orders and remaining by his husband's side. Draco made
the decision for him. With a reassuring smile, he said in between
pants of breath, "Go I'll be fine."
Harry rounded
the table and stood next to the mediwitch, his eyes widening at the
miracle in process "Oh my god, Draco the baby has a head"
he cried
Draco gave a strangled laugh that turned into a groan as
his belly spasmed. He gave a mighty push as his body demanded, and
Harry watched as one of their babies slipped into the hands of the
mediwitch. Wearily Draco slumped back onto the bed.
The baby
wailed. Harry stood stunned, awed, paralyzed by an overwhelming wave
of emotion as he watched the baby squirm in the mediwitch's
hands.
"It's a girl," the mediwitch announced with a
broad smile, and the nurses standing nearby issued congratulations.
Grabbing a pair of sterile scissors, the mediwitch handed them to
Harry. "The honor is all yours dad" Harry stared at the
scissors in horror, until the mediwitch chuckled and explained, "you
get to cut the cord"
nervously, Harry severed the connection
between the baby and Draco. The nurse whisked the baby away to be
cleaned and have her vitals checked.
"I don't want to be a bother or anything" Draco started "but HELLO I still have one stuck in me ya know."
Eight minutes later Draco gave birth to a little boy.
Stunned Harry made his way back to Draco's side "A daughter and a son" he whispered because he didn't want to wake the babies sleeping next to their father "we have a daughter and a son"
Draco smiled tiredly "Yeah
we do.'
Harry didn't think it was possible, but his love for Draco
had increased over the four months of their married life, and after
the gifts he had given him today Harry was bursting with emotion
"Thank you." he said.
Draco grabbed Harry's shirt
and pulled him down for a quick kiss. 'I think you had a hand at this
too, Potter."
"A hand?" Harry murmured, grinnig
wickedly against Draco's soft mouth "and here I thought it was
that other part of my body that did the trick."
Draco rolled
his eyes.
A mediwitch came over and picked up the babies as
they started whimpering and to Harry's dismay she put them in his
arms. Maddison Rose and Xander Harrison as he and Draco had decided
to call them had healthy sets of lungs and had no problem voicing
their displeasure. Their faces were red and their little hands were
curled into flailing fists.
Harry looked at Draco for help. He'd
been so poised and controlled all through the birth and now with his
children in his arms he was nervous and uncertain. His children
depended on him and he didn't have a clue as how to soothe
them.
"What do I do?" he asked anxiously.
Draco
gently touched his daughters head stroking the soft dark hair there
"Hold them close and love them." he said simply.
As
Harry cuddled his babies close and rocked gently their cries settled.
He looked between the babies and thought they were the most beautiful
children he had ever seen. tears stung the back of his eyes.
Hold them close and love them Harry thought. He didn't think that would ever be a problem. Not when they already had him wrapped around their little fingers.
The end