10 Years Later:

"Lilah, help I'm stuck under the tree!" Draco yelled.

It was Christmas, and Blaise was celebrating with us. You had a son named Cedric Blaise Malfoy, who had turned three a few months ago.

Your P.O.V.

"I'll be there in a second!" I replied. "Blaise, stop eating the cookies, and watch Cedric for a little while, okay?"

"Ugh, fine." he said as he stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

"Draco, why are you stuck under the tree?" I ask.

"...Because I'm a gift to this world?"

I helped him get out from under the tree. And picked the pine needles out of his hair.

"Why were you really under the tree?" I ask.

He was silent.

"I was counting all my presents..." he mumbled.

"To see if you had more than Blaise?"

"Yes... "

"Draco-"

"He got more last year!"

Blasie walked in with Cedric following.

"Are you guys fighting? If you get divorced will I get two Christmases?" he asked. "Oh, imagine all the presents I would-"

"Blaise" I cut him off. "We arent fighting."

"Then why was Draco shouting?" he asked.

"Draco is going to explain, I'm going to take the last batch of cookies out." I say.

The next day, Cedric comes running into our room.

"Momma, wake up! Santa came, and gave is presents!" he shakes both Draco and I.

"I'm awake. I'm awake." I say.

He rushes out of the room, and I can hear his tiny feet going down the stairs. I get out of bed.

"Draco, come on, Cedric is waiting for us." I mumble still half asleep.

Draco groaned, and rolled off the bed.

Draco's P.O.V.

We both sit down, and watch Cedric and Blaise tear open their gifts. The fire in the fireplace seemed to dance. I look into her beautiful eyes, and see them overflowing with happiness, despite being woken up early. I could never love anyone or anything more than this woman sitting in front of me.