"Hey Daddy. What is love?"
Harry Potter looked down at his son. The innocence was shining through those bright blue eyes, framed by the blackest of black hair.
"Well," Harry pulled his son, Tyki, up onto his knee and turned off the TV, "It's the most beautiful thing in the world, but you can't see it with your eyes."
Tyki's eyes lit up and his jaw dropped at the thought of the most beautiful thing being invisible. "More beautiful than the peacocks? And the sunset?"
Harry nodded, "Even more beautiful than the sky!" He smiled and threw his son over his shoulder and laughed as Tyki giggled and pounded his small fists on his back. "Let's go find your father!"
"No!" He giggled and laughed until he couldn't talk.
"Yep! Hey Draco! We have ourselves a little munchkin!" Harry paraded around until he heard the footsteps of his lover.
A smile so soft was stretched across his features and his blond locks were cascading down his shoulder. The bright cerulean eyes that had captivated him since school were shining with amusement.
"Oh my…" Draco drawled and poked at his son's stomach playfully. "Whatever shall we do…?" He took Tyki from Harry's grasp and tossed him up into the air and caught him as he descended.
"Daddy! Father! Stop it!" He squealed as they tickled him.
Draco and Harry stopped and laughed as Tyki got up and snuggled between them.
Harry looked at Draco and smiled.
This is love.