M is for Mommy
AN: Let's do something a little less depressing huh? I had this idea and just HAD to do it. :D
Also, none of these stories are related unless I state otherwise in the AN like with J and C or B and F. It's also come to my knowledge that there are multiple spelling and grammar mistakes that I failed to notice before :| I'll go back and fix them once I get all these chapters out.
As it stands this one is a brother-fic to D is for Daddy.
Consciousness returned to him slowly. He was aware of warmth first and foremost surrounding his entire body. When he became a bit more awake, he realized that strong arms were holding him against a toned chest that rose and fell softly with breaths. Next was the room that he was in; green and gold with slight accents of pale blue splashed here and there. "Our room..." He thought lazily, snuggling deeper into the arms. And then he realized his beautiful husband, the one who had his arms twisted around him securely. Draco was still asleep though Harry knew it wouldn't be for long; Draco never stayed sleeping too long once Harry was awake. Harry ran a gentle hand through silver-gold locks and Draco sighed contently, his eyes fluttering open. "Morning Draco." Harry whispered pressing a chaste kiss to Draco's chin. "Morning Harry." Draco responded before nuzzling down into Harry's hair. The two laid there, basking in the early morning silence. The world was quiet and calm, as the sun lazily ascended. It was perfect and so wonderful and-!
"MOMMY! JAMES IS HITTING ME!" The door to the main bedroom slammed open and a figure with black hair darted in and under the covers. Another figure stood at the door, looking in. "That's not true Evan you little liar!" James yelled, jumping under the covers as well. The two started wrestling under the covers and Draco and Harry looked at one another. "Enough you two!" Harry called as Draco pulled them out, each caught by an ankle. Harry placed Evan in his lap as James sat in Draco's and the two glared at each other. The boys were identical ten year-old twins; black hair, pale skin, same cupid's bow mouth, and same height. The only difference in appearance was Evan had Harry and his mother's jade eyes while James had Draco's stormy grey. "James, did you hit you brother?" Harry asked sternly, looking into his son's eyes. "No!" James cried indignantly and Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you lying to me young man?" James looked away, crossing his arms and mumbling something incoherent. Draco swatted his thigh gently. "Speak where your mother can hear you." He said and James sighed, hanging his head. "Yes mommy, I hit Evan."
Harry sighed, shaking his head and eyeing James with disappointment. James squirmed in Draco's lap, feeling horrible for making his mommy disappointed. "No flying for a week James. And you'll be denoming the garden for a week." Harry said and James nodded glumly. "Ok. Now you two run off and wait downstairs for me to come make some breakfast. And play nice!" Harry warned before squeezing Evan around the middle like a teddy bear and then setting him on his feet as Draco did the same with James. When the boys were gone and the door closed, Draco and Harry both sighed in exasperation. "Dray I hate seeing that look on their faces." Harry pouted, curling up in his husband's arms. "I know Harry, but he'll never learn if we don't discipline him. And we know how much he loves his mommy." Draco said, kissing the tip of Harry's ear. Harry smiled and hummed in agreement. "And merlin knows mommy loves his boys."