Harry and Draco were happily asleep in bed, cuddled up together, and dreaming of each other, no doubt. It was quite a peaceful scene. That is until two ten-year-olds and a six-year-old crept into the room. The air seemed to sizzle with their mischeivous intents. Suddenly both were pounced upon. "Pappa, Daddy! Wake up!" was the call from the three. There was a simultaneous grunt from the two men a they were pounced upon. "Happy Chritmas!" The three children exclaimed.
"Get up, Pappa, up Daddy! Presents!" This was Izzy, short for Israfel (Harry's choice), their second youngest.
Harry sat up. "Guys, calm down before you wake Jesse." And right on cue, the four-week old boy started crying. "You guys go downtairs and get the table ready for breakfast. Lil, if you'll get everything out for me, I'll start on breakfast as soon as we come down, alright?"
The three nodded and trooped out of the room. Harry stood, pulling on a pair of jeans as he made his way to the crib. "Hush, baby," he murmured a he picked his second son up and rocked him in his arms as he paced the floor. He sang as he paced.
"Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Oh your Daddy's rich
And your Pappa's good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry"
Draco stood from the bed, and wrapped his arms around Harry and their baby, finishing the song with his huband.
"One of these mornin's
You're gonna rise up singin'
Then you'll spread your wings
And head for the sky
But until that mornin'
Ain't nothin' gonna harm you
With your Daddy and Pappa
Here by your side."
Draco pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed downtairs with Harry, and their newest brood of kittens following behind him.
A/N: Short, but oh-so-sweet. The song is "Summertime" from Gershwin's jazz/rock opera Porgy & Bess.