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Chapter 31
Over the next six months, Colin grew. His eyes turned into the exact grey of Draco's, and he began to sprout brown hair, just like Abbey's.
They soon got used to getting up in the middle of the night to Colin's shrill crying. As soon as Colin began to drink from a bottle, Draco began to help with the late-night feeding. In fact, Abbey was surprised at how quickly he volunteered for the task.
Everyone would stop by and visit about once a week, including Lucius. As soon as he would enter the house, Colin would begin to bawl for no apparent reason. Abbey would have to take him into the other room and play with him in order to calm him down.
Draco and Abbey's anniversary passed without much notice. Abbey was amazed that it had already been a year and that she hadn't lost her mind. She gave credit to Colin for that.
He was the only thing keeping her sane. But also, she and Draco didn't fight anymore. They would make snide comments towards each other every now and then, but it was becoming more and more rare, and Abbey thought it was more of a habit than them really meaning anything by it. They say oldhabits die hard.Abbey had noticed a change in Draco since Colin was born. He was more quiet and kept mostly to himself. In fact, he and Abbey hardly spoke, but thankfully when they did it was civil and polite, although a little strained at that. They still weren't over the fact that they had been forced to marry, and that one had been in Gryffindor, the other Slytherin. Draco never mentioned the comment Abbey had made to him in the hospital, about how she didn't think he was as tough as he came over to be. She didn't seem to remember it. What he didn't know was that she did remember, but didn't want to bring it up either.
One night, Abbey realized that Colin had started crying again. Draco had gone in to feed him, and hadn't come back yet.
Yawning, she got up and shuffled into the nursery, where Draco was pacing the room, Colin at his shoulder. He was patting Colin's back lightly, looking frusterated. He turned and saw Abbey, and stopped pacing.
"I can't get him to burp," he said quietly.
"Here, you have to hold him like this," Abbey replied, tenderly taking Colin from Draco's arms and placing him over her own shoulder. She tapped his back a few times and a small belch soon escaped him. His crying died away and he began to suck his thumb in pleasure.
"Oh," Draco mumbled, "Er--sorry."
"It's alright," Abbey replied, smiling faintly, "The more you do it, the better at it you get." She placed Colin back in his crib and smiled lovingly down at him.
Draco stepped up next to her and gazed down at Colin as well. Abbey glanced at him and saw love in his eyes. She remembered the night she had caught him awake at the Burrow, and how sad and broken he had seemed. There was no trace of that left. She doubted whether Lucius had ever gazed at Draco like that when he was a baby.
"He's got your eyes," she said softly. Draco seemed to snap out of his thoughts and gazed at her a moment, almost surprised that she had talked.
"He's got your hair," he replied.
"Your lips."
"Your ears."
"Your nose." They stopped and gazed at each other for a few moments.
"He does have my nose, doesn't he?" Draco laughed. Abbey nodded, looking back down at Colin.
"C'mon, he needs to sleep, and so do we," Abbey said after a pause. Draco nodded feebly and they left, Draco casting one last look back at his son.
Aww bonding! (tear) But Lucius is still lurking somewhere...(cue dramatic music) Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!
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