Good Morning!

The usual wailing sounded throughout the three story house: "I. Want. My. Da. Dee!" "That's my truck!" "Alex naughteee!" "Get out!" "Stop looking at me!" "You a boy!" "That's not funny!" "Papa can I help?"

Draco Malfoy-Potter stood by the stove cooking thirty-or-so pancakes for his large family of 10 with what seemed ten thousand little bodies around him. Today the twins, Nathaniel and Alexander, started kindergarten and needed to be on the bus in an hour, so Draco was rushing to get breakfast over with and get everyone clothed. Well the little ones could wait, but he needed Nathan and Alex dressed.

His husband, Harry, was out getting usual supplies: Wipes, Diapers, Training pants, toilet paper, tissues, etc. So therefore, Draco was at home by himself with eight children running around, two of who were 5 and six who were 2.

"Hope, go tell everyone to stand by their seat." Draco told his 6th youngest child.

Hope smiled and ran into the family room, her black hair bouncing down her back, calling to her brother's and sister's, "Eveyone get in you seeet! Eveyone get in you seeet!"

Little feet scrambled to get to their place first.

Draco hurriedly cut up 16 pancakes (two for each) and poured a reasonable amount of syrup onto them. "Who's ever the quietest gets their pancakes first." Draco went around and placed each two year old in their highchair and scooted them up to the table and also tied their bibs on. He quickly counted the heads and came up one short.

Draco sighed, "Nathan where's Alex?"

Nathan shrugged with his hand digging into his cheek and his blonde hair falling into his hazel eyes, "I don't know. Sleeping I guess."

Draco sighed again tiredly, "Well, can you please help Papa and handout the plates to the little kids while I go up and get him?"

Nathan's sleepy mood suddenly brightened, "Ok Papa! I like being helper." He got up and grabbed an orange plate which belonged to Jacob.

"Make sure you give the right one Nate." Draco called as he went by the stairs.

"Alexander Kieth! Get down here now before I come up there!"

"I don't want to!" A muffled cry came from one of the rooms.



"It doesn't matter if you don't, I said get down here!" Draco yelled back. He could here steps, well it was more like stomps, coming closer and eventually the stomper made their way down the stairs and stood in front of Draco with his arms crossed and pouting.

Dear lord! What could it be now? It's barely six thirty in the morning!

Draco stared back at his child until Alex was squirming under his Papa's disapproving gaze and thrust his head toward the kitchen where mostly happy children ate their tasty breakfast. "Go eat and I do not want to hear any more of your back talk, do you understand me?"

"Yes Papa, I'm sorry." Alex said softly and went to his seat.

"Papa, wan more panckay!" Lucian held up his plate with a slight struggle.

"What do you say Lush?" Right then the front door opened to Harry Malfoy-Potter struggling to carry the many bags.

There was a chorus of: "Daddy's home!"

Some of the little kids tried to get out of their seats, "Ah-ah, don't you dare, sit back down Hope, Hayden. You too Bethany." He would not have sticky little hand prints all over his house.

Draco's children's joy at seeing their daddy was nothing compared to what Draco now felt. Harry was off for two months! It was off season for soccer and Harry would only be needing to go in once a week to train with the team.

So his family had their Daddy all to themselves for two whole months. The children would be very happy to wake up and see their Daddy, but Draco would be ecstatic to wake up with a warm body next to his…and not to mention all the extra help with the kids.

"Yes, Daddy is home." Draco whispered into his husband's ear and kissed him on the lips, hoping kissing wouldn't be the only thing going on later that night.