A/N: This is the last chapter/Epilogue to my short story. I hope that you've enjoyed it! Please, please, please review!

"Who is the other father?"

"You are," Harry's voice snapped in reply. Crossing his arms angrily, he tapped his fingers on his arm in annoyance. Really, the nerve of this guy! It was bloody astounding and down right insulting too, the lack of trust his husband held in him.

"Harry, you're exactly three months pregnant, according to the medi-witch. Exactly three months ago, I was in a different fucking country for an entire fortnight!" As Draco paced the room, his vivid blue eyes flickered angrily.

At first, news of Harry's second pregnancy had been joy to the blond, however, upon realisation that Harry had gotten pregnant when he wasn't around forced him to think of his husband cheating on him with another man. This was something he didn't think he would ever have to deal with, especially with someone as noble as Harry Potter-Malfoy. As the dark-haired man continued to insist that Draco was the father, and that he hadn't cheated on Draco, the blond wasn't sure what he should do next. And as his anger continued to grow, so did Harry's at being so mistrusted.

Thankfully, they were still inside the medi-witches office, who had only just told them the general date that the baby had been conceived. The old, and rather experienced medi-witch watched them with a little distaste, really… she couldn't see the problem. Clearing her throat loudly, she briefly looked over to the little two-year old that was sitting in the corner, minding his own business as he played with a fake wand. Lucas, one of the most famous little boys in Britain, seemed to be well acquainted with his father's arguments, either that, or he was deaf which she knew not to be the case.

However, her goal had been to gain the attention of the two men who were continuing to bicker like school age children. With a sigh of annoyance, the medi-witch slammed her hand down onto the table loudly, which even caused little Lucas to jump slightly. Thankfully though, it did what she had originally wanted, gained the attention of the married men in front of her.

"Before you continue to argue," she exclaimed dryly. "You should probably know that it is possible, in a male pregnancy, for an embryo to remain dormant for up to six months before continuing its normal development. So Mr. Potter-Malfoy may appear to only be three months pregnant, in truth, he could have been pregnant these nine months."

"Oh," Draco stated softly. With a slightly pained expression, he looked at his husband who refused to look at him in return. "Harry?" The blond asked, hesitantly.

Harry shook his head lightly, before pushing his palms into the arms of the chair, and raising himself up. "Thank you for all your help," Harry smiled politely at the medi-witch. Now, was obviously the time that Harry gave Draco the cold shoulder, because it wasn't exactly comforting having your husband accuse you of cheating when you never did. Heading towards their son, he gathered Lucas into his arms, as the small blue-eyed boy gave a swish of his wand.

"Wini levios," the boy exclaimed happily. Blissfully unaware that the spell was pronounced incorrectly and that his fathers were fighting. "Daddy ice cream!" He then demanded, pulling gently on Harry's hair. Now those three words, the cute little rascal knew very well. It was hard having two fathers sometimes, and a little confusing in some regards. There had been some complications in what Lucas could call them, and neither of them put their hand up to be called 'mommy.' So they had come up with a solution that they were both happy with, Harry would be referred as Daddy, because he was the more motherly one. And Draco would be referred as Dad, because he tended to be the stricter one and it suited them both fine.

As Harry exited the room, Draco also said a stiff thank you to the medi-witch before following his little family out. As he stayed close behind the dark-haired man, he didn't bring up the subject again. Neither of them were public people, and this was certainly an argument that Draco would like to keep out of the tabloids.

With a last minute arrangement, Draco and Harry managed to get Hermione to baby sit Lucas, before the both of them headed home.

As they both made it back into their own living room, there was a few moments silence before they started to go at it once again.

"I can't believe you thought I cheated on you," Harry spat in disgust. "Hell, our two-year anniversary is in three months, we didn't even make it to two years, before you accuse me of that. I thought you knew me better."

"Well, what was I supposed to think? I certainly didn't bloody well know that the baby may not start growing for a while. We were told the baby was conceived three months ago when I wasn't here!"

"That shouldn't matter; you should have guessed there was another reason. How can I continue to sleep in the same bed, hell, the same house when I know that you don't trust me?"

"What?! That's silly Harry and you know it. I love you, and of course I trust you. I was just worried that I was loosing you, and that made me panic," Draco reasoned. Taking a step closer, he reached out and placed a palm on Harry's cheek, massaging his face gently. "Please Harry, don't be mad at me," he whispered gently. Leaning forward and resting his forehead onto his lovers.

Harry took a deep breath, before closing his eyes and leaning gently onto Draco. "This is just another hurdle right? We knew it wouldn't be easy when we got married. If I gave up now, it would have meant nothing. Besides, I love you, and I was serious when I said I'll never leave you, 'til death do us part." Smiling, Harry slipped his arms around Draco's waist, a pressed a soft kiss to his husbands lips.

And that had to have been one of the mellowest and quickest arguments they had ever had.

They did however, spend the rest of their free time reassuring each other in the bedroom, just how much love there was between them.

"Daddy!"

"What?! Are you okay? What happened? Where did your sister go? Where is your Dad? WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!"

A soft giggle came down from the roof, as Harry looked up at his seven year old son in horror.

"You're such a worry wart Daddy. I asked Dad if I could climb up onto the roof and he said yes!" Lucas exclaimed, looking at Harry innocently. The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes at his son, from the expression of Lucas's face, Harry could only assume that the devious little boy had asked his Dad this while Draco had been distracted. It was at those times, the blond agreed to anything.

"Lucas, get down right now. Please tell me that you didn't take Abigail up there with you," Harry pleaded. Lucas shook his head in reply, before climbing down the vines that lined the side of the white wall. Jumping the last small bit of distance, he turned and looked at his father.

"Abby rolled around in that mud puddle over there and went to Dad's study to try and get his attention," Lucas smirked lightly. Harry sighed and placed a hand on the head of his future little Slytherin. This wouldn't be the first time that Lucas had held a hand in getting his four-year old little sister in trouble. It also wouldn't have been the first time that Lucas had used his sister as a distraction to get what he wanted.

Bending down, he scooped up his little monster and slung him over his shoulder. Harry chuckled slightly, as Lucas started to protest at being carried in such an undignified way. Yep, Lucas was his Dad one hundred percent. There was still hope for little Abigail though, she seemed to hold onto many of the personality traits of Harry, though her appearance was almost identical to Draco's. She however, had green eyes, instead of the same blue that Draco and Lucas had.

Harry didn't keep Lucas up there for long; not because the little brat had complained too much, but because it was a little too hard to carry a seven-year old for too long, whilst being five months pregnant. As Lucas eagerly pulled him to his Dad's office, to show his Daddy his trusty handy-work at stressing out Draco, Harry couldn't help but keep the smile from his lips. Though, once he did reach the office, he placed a hand over his eyes in dismay. As much as he loved Draco, he was a right little princess at times, and this was obviously one of those times.

Abigail sat on the floor, covered in mud, happily eating a bar of some type that a house elf had probably given her. Whilst her Dad sat at his desk, looking at her in silent horror as she soaked mud into the carpet. Really, Harry didn't understand what the problem was half the time, anything could be cleaned by magic, so why couldn't their children track mud through the house? Or as it usually was, the mansion, because Draco had simply refused to not live in it, so they used Harry's house in Godric's hollow as a summer house.

Pulling out his wand, he swished it in the direction of his daughter as he allowed a charm to gently clean her, her clothes as well as Draco's precious carpet. Placing it securely back into his pocket, Harry moved over to his husband and wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders. Trailing kisses up the back of Draco's neck, he softly told his husband to relax and that the big bad scary mud was gone. At that point, Draco had looked over his shoulder and gave Harry a nasty glare.

The brunet simply chuckled, and kissed Draco gently on the nose.

Removing himself from Harry's grip, Draco turned the chair around slightly and brought the brunet into his lap, placing one hand on his back, and another on Harry's pregnant stomach. Draco leant his head onto Harry's shoulder, as he began to massage the stomach that held their next child softly.

In this precious bonding moment, in which Draco and Harry were completely in awe of each other. Lucas saw his chance to strike, and silently tip-toed over to his sister, and whispered the next naughty thing she could do into her ear.

"Come on Harry, push!"

"I'M NOT A FUCKING FEMALE DRACO, I CAN'T PUSH, WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?"

Draco hesitated, before inching closer to his husband and brushing his hand against Harry's forehead, trying to calm him down some.

"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU IMPREGNATING ASSHOLE!" Harry screamed. As he tried to take deep and calming breaths, slapping away his husbands hands whilst waiting for the stupid medi-witches to be ready and cut him open and get this god-forsaken baby out of him!

Okay, so perhaps Harry was being a little over emotional, but really, could anyone blame him? The baby wanted out, and there was no bloody way out! It was pushing on a place that was extremely uncomfortable, and Harry just wanted them to cut him open this instant and get it out so it would stop trying to escape through his dick! Well, it most likely wasn't trying to use that escape route, but one could get the point.

"Mr. Potter-Malfoy, please calm down. You wont be doing the baby any good if you stress yourself out. Now, we're going to go in there and get the little tyke, okay?" An approaching medi-witch explained, smiling softly.

Harry just glared in return. "About bloody time, so sorry to interrupt your coffee, since you people around here seem to be moving slower then a slug, just hurry up and get it out already!"

The reason it was still being called, an 'it' was because Harry and Draco had both decided that they wanted their third baby to be a surprise. As the medi-witch started to cut Harry's stomach with a simple spell, Draco fainted cold onto the floor.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"She is love, she is. We still haven't decided on a name though," Harry murmured in reply, as he looked down at their sleeping daughter. Draco and his husband were snuggled into the same bed, their daughter resting in their arms as they intertwined themselves comfortably.

"She was only born a couple of hours ago love, we've got plenty of time to think of something," Draco whispered in return, kissing Harry's cheek gently. Harry smiled, and moved his head to the side slightly, as he looked onto the next bed that their son and eldest daughter were sharing. While he had been giving birth, they had been out in the waiting room with the rest of the family, but now they refused to go home with even with Fred and George (who they would always go with in a matter of a heart beat.) Because they didn't want to leave their little sister alone yet, not that she'd be alone, but the sentiment of it was nice.

Resting his head onto Draco's chest, Harry mentally went through some names that he might like as he studied the newest addition to the family.

"You know though Harry, it's really quite obvious what we should name her. She does have red hair after all," Draco said a moment later.

"Do you mean it? We can name her after my mother?" Harry asked, his voice riddled with hope. Harry had wanted that name for quite a while, but he had pushed it aside thinking that Draco wouldn't like it. The blond however, smiled and gave his husband another kiss.

"Of course we can, Lily is a perfect name for someone born into such a graceful and dignified family."

Harry snorted in amusement.

"I hope she grows out of the red hair though, everyone will think she's a Weasley! Merlin knows we don't need any more of those in the world!"