A/N: I am sorry it's been ages. I'm sorry it's short. Life is a bit rough right now. Hope you enjoy. x

"Did the children arrive safely?"

Hermione was attempting to sit up in bed, wincing as her stitches stretched, her eyes watering from the pain.

"Yes every single one is under this roof." Draco reassured her, his features creasing in concern as he sat gently beside her. "Here, take these and then we'll face the crowd." He passed her painkillers and some water from her nightstand and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she took them.

Once she'd swallowed the pills she set the glass aside and stared down their bed to the two cribs at the end. Both used to house her older children, one was a sweet cane bassinet, painted white and threaded with yellow silk ribbon, the other was a dark stained oak with a white canvas awning. And now they held her newest babies, babies she feared she knew nothing about raising.

"I feel so numb." Hermione whispered, leaning her head against Draco's shoulder and doing her best to hold back tears.

"I'm here. I've got you." Draco assured her, holding her head to his chest and kissing her hair fiercely. "We haven't been defeated before and we aren't defeated now. Sure we have a few hurdles ahead, but it's nothing we can't handle."

"I'm too tired, and scared, and too old to handle it." Hermione wailed, her tears flowing freely as she clung to her husband.

"Rubbish." Draco protested and held her tighter. "You can't lose your shit, otherwise I'll lose my shit, and then we'll be a real mess."

"I am a mess." Hermione sniffed ruefully.

"But you're a sexy mess." Draco encouraged her with a final kiss to her curly head.

"I love you." Hermione whispered, another tear squeezing out as her heart flushed with gratitude that she had Draco by her side.

"Ditto Granger." Draco unravelled himself from his wife gently, stopping to boop her nose before standing and stretching.

It was now that their surprising quiet moment ended and one of their babies started stirring.

"Good morning little man." Draco cooed as he lifted his youngest son from his basinet and cradled him softly. The babe's unseeing blue eyes wandered as he moved restlessly in Draco's arms. He took his son over to Hermione, placing him in her arms before he could start crying, and his mother carefully guided him to her breast.

The baby's anxious restlessness was instantly soothed as he suckled at her breast, his tiny body, dressed in a sweet mint green onesie, nestled perfectly against his mother.

Hermione almost relaxed as she fed him, it felt natural, it was the same as all her previous children, maybe, she wondered inwardly, and maybe they could do this.

Then the tiny baby in the other crib woke up to immediately start wailing.

Draco hurried to their daughter as her distressed cries alarmed her twin brother and suddenly both were screaming at the top of their tiny lungs.

After several tense seconds Hermione was feeding both babies, propped up by pillows, a baby in each arm, one on each tender breast, and tears streaming down her face.

Draco was on his knees in front of her on the bed, sort of sitting on her legs, using on hand to hold their sons head in position and the other to hold his wife's breast and press her nipple into their blind child's mouth. With a child in both arms Hermione wasn't able to guide him to a proper latch, and with Draco's help it minimized the pain she had to suffer.

On the other side, feeding her daughter was a miserable task. The baby never stopped crying, the huge tears squeezing out of her scrunched up eyes tore at Hermione's soul, and her constant fretting made a god latch impossible, and caused Hermione significant pain.

Draco tried to alternate his help but their daughter screamed and protested whenever he touched her while feeding. And so they suffered onwards until eventually the newborns were fed, burped and put back to sleep.

"What are we going to do when they're too old to go back to sleep? There's too many of them." Hermione despaired as she gingerly climbed from the bed and pulled on a grey hoodie from Draco's wardrobe.

"I don't even want to think about it." Draco sighed, pulling on some clothes himself.

Hermione sniffed hard and pulled her unruly mane into a ponytail just as a gentle knock sounded at the door.

At Draco's soft invitation the door opened and their oldest son poked his head around the corner.

"I have a lot of children out here anxious to see you guys." Scorpius whispered, his face was apologetic but also held a whisper of longing, he'd missed his parents.

Hermione forced a smile for her son and switched the baby monitor newly set up in their bedroom on.

"We better not keep them waiting."