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Authors Note: Okay it has been a long time since I have written for this story. I got my computer back but I cried of days because everything I had for One & One Makes Two was lost. I had to start almost from scratch because I hadn't thought to do hard copies. Lesson Learned. Hard copies have been made.

I'm sorry it this chapter is really odd or somethings not right I'm working to try and starting writing for this again. Help will be great if you spot something I missed or changed.
Updates will be kinda slow but I will be doing them, though I do want to review chapters 1-22 and edit them.

This update was a lot small than I originally planned, actually had more hashed out on paper for it but it wasn't working so I just stopped where I was before I threw my laptop.

One & One Makes Two

Chapter 23

Anxiety & Foul Moods

~Same day~

Quietly Brelynn slipped into the bedroom, gently closing it behind her wincing at the small clicking noise it made. Taking in the room, she smiled.

Draco stood swaying back and forth to an unheard beat near the end of their bed. Scorpius dressed in a blue onesie cradled to his father's naked chest.

"He a sleep?" she questioned unable to see from her angle if the little boy was awake and fighting sleep or sound asleep after being lulled be by his adorable looking father.

Adorable Brelynn's pale lips twitched in amusement. Adorable was not a word that was used to describe the Prince of Slytherin. But in that moment it was the only word she could think of the best convey it all.

Draco Malfoy master of emotionless, expressionless was anything but at the moment. Clad in only a pair of pajama bottoms, feet bare, chest bare, hair mussed from its usual perfectness and face full of love for the sweet little boy in his arms. His handsome face so full of adoration and love, that Brelynn's chest ached something fierce.

People think he's heartless. Stray locks swayed as the dark haired woman shook her head at the ridiculousness of it.

"Yes." Draco's gruff voice drifted to her breaking her from wandering thoughts. "I'm debating whether or not if it is too soon to put him in the crib."

Silver eyes locked with her pale blue ones before flickering back down to his snuffling armful. "The chance he will wake up once I let go is high."

Another fond smile slipped across Brelynn's lips, Draco as a worried father was something to behold. "Put him down, Draco. If he wakes, he wakes."

Cautiously, the Malfoy heir placed the five month old in the white traditional bassinet draped in an ivory bubble skirt with a blue crushed belt encircling it to finish in a big bow at the front. The bassinet was cute, pushed against the wall in the corner on Brelynn's side of the bed near the nightstand, but in Brelynn's opinion was too much. The skirt and all looked like it would look better for a girl than a boy. It was show which is what most of Scorpius' things were but Brelynn really couldn't blame the first time father for getting his first and only son the best even if it was too much. Then there was also the added affect that Scorpius was Draco's son not hers.

The thought stung a little but the young engaged woman pushed it aside as she watched her companion cringe when his little boy whined at the loose of the warm body heat he was cocooned in exchange for the cold mattress.

At the small noise of discomfort Brelynn waited, watching for the Malfoy's reaction to the sound.

Long fingers reached for the bassinet almost immediately, taking the sound of discomfort and disgruntle as distress. Brelynn crossed the room quickly coming to stand behind the male and snatched his pale hands with her own slightly dark ones, pulling them back and away from the sleeping child.

Draco twisted slightly in his fiancés grip opening his mouth to protest only to pause when Brelynn quietly shook her head.

"He's not awake. See." Anxious grey eyes flicker back to the bassinet, body tense in anticipation to see his little blond in complete distress. Searching the sleeping face, Draco had to nod. Though his bitty nose was scrunched up in displeasure, Scorpius was still asleep, just like his lady had said.

Draco sighed in relief. The young Malfoy was on disgruntled at the temperature change not distress that his father had let go of him.

A subtle tug on his hands and Draco backed away from the white skirted cradle. Away from the temptation of picking the baby back up and into his arms where his son belonged.

Elegant fingers scrubbed tiredly over a stressed face, into ash blonde hair tugging lightly on the fine strands before releasing them.

"We should get some sleep now while we can. I don't know how he's been sleeping since I left, so he could wake up after a few hours or sleep most of the night."

Brelynn watched Draco's expression darken as his thoughts took a turn south.

"Draco"

Said man shook his head, "I will write to mother tomorrow. Find out why my son was sent so early and alone." The fair skinned man was seething with a quiet fury. "I can't believe she would do that."

He muttered the last bit more to himself than to her, lost in thought, searching for a reasonable explanation.

Wanting to say something, Brelynn bit her lip instead. She wanted to do or say something to reassure Draco to drag the man out of the dark cloud hanging over his head. But she didn't. Let it drop as the room descended into silence and climbed into bed.

The night for the flats occupants was anything but restful. It was restless. Slipping in and out of consciousness only to wake up from the bed shifting on Draco's side or Scorpius crying out for his father, even though Brelynn was closer Draco was the one to get up, holding the little one close, murmuring softly into a tiny ear before setting him back down.

The morning could not come fast enough for the brunette.

When morning came and with what Brelynn hoped would be a clean slate or at least better moods, she was sorely disappointed.

Draco woke in just as much a foul mood as he had fallen into bed with.

The Malfoy went about his morning routine deep in thought, eating every little for breakfast before dressing, caring for the little Malfoy before collecting his school bag and leaving the without having spoken a word.

A single word

Brelynn felt horrible. She didn't know what to say to her fiancé without upsetting him more and he was talking to her.

But it didn't matter. He was gone for his shared class of double ancient runes first and second hour with Blaise. She wouldn't be seeing the Slytherin until lunch and maybe not even then depending on if his mood had improved enough to warrant companion.

Pulling herself form depressing thoughts, Brelynn had things to do. Like getting ready for third hour Charms and fourth Care of Magical Creature. And a five month old boy who was staring at her from his high chair.

Hope you liked the update.

I'm sorry it's so short but hopefully that means you'll get another one so since I already have what I want to write.

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