Title: A Day In The Life
Rating: PG
Notes: Hey, Sparks! Here's my piece for that challenge of yours. The story itself is 472 words.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it probably ain't mine. If you don't, it might be mine.
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As I stand in the bathroom watching my two year old son in his bath, a simple thought occurs to me: I'm the luckiest man alive. Next to my husband, Draco, of course. As I ponder this, I am hit with a shower of rubber ducks. I decide this bath is over.
I leave the bathroom, carrying the wriggling form of Matthew Evan Potter wrapped in a towel. As soon as I set Matt in a living room chair, I am hit with various things, including a can of spray oil and a purple thong. Pregnant men lose control of their magic quite often. Draco is pregnant with our second child. He runs in now, laughing his head off and apologizing profusely.
He takes Matt back to his room to get him dressed. He emerges a moment later with a fully clothed Matt.
"Are we ready to go?" Draco asks. We are supposed to go for an ultrasound. Draco can't wait to find out the sex of the baby. He has a long list of names, and knowing the sex would narrow it down to about fifty.
We are ready to go, except I can't find my keys. Draco and I are searching everywhere. Suddenly, Matt runs up to me and yells, "Fwidge!" How cute. He's just learning to talk His first word was something he overheard Draco say to his father.
"Fwidge!" Matt yells again, "Matt put keys fwidge!" Oh. The keys are in the fridge.
"Hey, Draco!" I yell, "While you're in the kitchen, look in the fridge. I think Matt hid the keys there."
***A FEW HOURS LATER***
It's another boy. We're shopping now. Draco is picking up everything he sees and saying how cute it is. I swear. He can be such a girl sometimes. Walking down an aisle, I spot a poster of Tom Felton.
"Look, Draco," I say, pointing, "That muggle looks just like you!"
He rolls his eyes. In his annoyance, he says, "He does not! His eyes are blue, not grey, like mine, and don't get me started on his hair!"
And I say, teasingly, of course, "Well, I think he's sexy."
"He is? He looks just like me!"
"My point exactly, dear."
It's not often you see Draco jealous. It's even less often that he's jealous of a muggle.
We buy a total of 68 new outfits for the baby. I decide we've spent enough after we buy Matt a bag of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans. We start to head home. It's 10:30. We put Matt to bed. We sit on our bed discussing names until Draco falls asleep on my lap. I fall asleep moments later, my head falling forward onto his shoulder.
The End
Rating: PG
Notes: Hey, Sparks! Here's my piece for that challenge of yours. The story itself is 472 words.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it probably ain't mine. If you don't, it might be mine.
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As I stand in the bathroom watching my two year old son in his bath, a simple thought occurs to me: I'm the luckiest man alive. Next to my husband, Draco, of course. As I ponder this, I am hit with a shower of rubber ducks. I decide this bath is over.
I leave the bathroom, carrying the wriggling form of Matthew Evan Potter wrapped in a towel. As soon as I set Matt in a living room chair, I am hit with various things, including a can of spray oil and a purple thong. Pregnant men lose control of their magic quite often. Draco is pregnant with our second child. He runs in now, laughing his head off and apologizing profusely.
He takes Matt back to his room to get him dressed. He emerges a moment later with a fully clothed Matt.
"Are we ready to go?" Draco asks. We are supposed to go for an ultrasound. Draco can't wait to find out the sex of the baby. He has a long list of names, and knowing the sex would narrow it down to about fifty.
We are ready to go, except I can't find my keys. Draco and I are searching everywhere. Suddenly, Matt runs up to me and yells, "Fwidge!" How cute. He's just learning to talk His first word was something he overheard Draco say to his father.
"Fwidge!" Matt yells again, "Matt put keys fwidge!" Oh. The keys are in the fridge.
"Hey, Draco!" I yell, "While you're in the kitchen, look in the fridge. I think Matt hid the keys there."
***A FEW HOURS LATER***
It's another boy. We're shopping now. Draco is picking up everything he sees and saying how cute it is. I swear. He can be such a girl sometimes. Walking down an aisle, I spot a poster of Tom Felton.
"Look, Draco," I say, pointing, "That muggle looks just like you!"
He rolls his eyes. In his annoyance, he says, "He does not! His eyes are blue, not grey, like mine, and don't get me started on his hair!"
And I say, teasingly, of course, "Well, I think he's sexy."
"He is? He looks just like me!"
"My point exactly, dear."
It's not often you see Draco jealous. It's even less often that he's jealous of a muggle.
We buy a total of 68 new outfits for the baby. I decide we've spent enough after we buy Matt a bag of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans. We start to head home. It's 10:30. We put Matt to bed. We sit on our bed discussing names until Draco falls asleep on my lap. I fall asleep moments later, my head falling forward onto his shoulder.
The End