This is a nice little Christmas story that I thought of nowhere near Christmas
I do not own anything… apart from the cute little girl and the presents; everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
"Dad! Papa! Wake up; the presents are under the tree!"
One of the occupants of the bed struggled to rise from the loving hold the other gave. Finally long, tangled blond hair flipped out of the vision for the man to stare at the little blond hair girl kneeling at the end of the bed.
"Okay Zaria, go wait with your grandmother while we get up."
"Yes papa."
Once the little girl had disappeared through the door he turned, and running a hand softly across the others arm whispered
"Come on baby, it's time to open Christmas presents."
The other sighed then held his arms up waiting to be helped up,
"Can't wait until this boy is out of me, it's annoying looking like a baby whale,"
"Yes I know but you you've only got a little more of a wait, besides you look beautiful pregnant."
"You know Draco next time you're holding the child."
The blond chuckled then helped the black-haired smaller man up, wrapping his arms around his waist,
"Okay Harry, okay."
And after a small kiss they walked/waddled down stairs towards their little girl and grandmother waiting by the tree.