A/N Sorry that this took so long guys. I lost my muse due to depression. But I'm somewhat back, and I wrote a mushy piece for you all, even though it was hard to do. But anyway, here it is. Have fun.

Finally some peace! I've never been so exhausted in my life. Having children is hard work. Drake and I finally got away in our own home and are eating dinner and enjoying each other's company. We quickly transformed one of the spare rooms into a dining room for our own sanity. We left the children with Blaise, and it feels really good to be alone.

Draco sees my stress and comes up behind me. He places his hands on my shoulder and starts to rub my shoulders. I lean back farther and relax my muscles. I can hear him smirk as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"You're much too stressed."

I groan at his closeness. We haven't touched each other since Hailey was born. "I know." I mumble back. Draco licks my ear and then pulls back. He continues to rub my shoulders, but stops suddenly. He has me stand up. As soon as I do, he transforms the chair into a stool without a back.

"Sit."

I sit down and he continues rubbing my shoulders, but this time continuing down my back. I groan as I feel the stress leave my body. "Drake, you're way too good at this."

"Thank you, love."

I just mumble incoherently. I'm too relaxed to form sentences right now.

Draco was just getting low enough on my back to be considered teasing when the door flew open. Drake slowly stood up, not letting go of his composure, though I know him well enough to know that he was startled.

Our little boy stands there frozen. Blaise and a very pregnant Neville come up behind him. They are both panting.

"Sorry about th-the interruption, gu-guys." Blaise takes a deep breath. "Trevor took off when we were playing and we chased him all throughout this bloody house."

I smile. "Language, Blaise."

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Where's Hailey."

"I'm right here Papa!"

Our three year old girl pushes past Blaise and Neville and runs into my arms.

"There you are! Come here Trevor." I open my arms and soon both my babies are in my arms.

"Sorry about that, guys. We'll keep a better eye on them."

"Don't worry about it, Blaise. Why don't you all join us for dinner?"

"But you're almost finished."

"Don't worry about it. Come eat with us."

I wave my hand and four more plates are laid out, each with everyone's favorites. Drake and I look at each other.

I smile. "I'll take my mini-me."

Drake frowns playfully. "You know I don't like it when you call him that."

"But it's true! He looks exactly like me!"

He leans over and kisses me. "That he does. Now, you make sure Trevor doesn't choke, and I'll watch over Hailey."

"Okay."

Blaise and Neville sit down sometime during our banter and are both shaking their heads at us. Simultaneously, Draco and I stick out our tongues and begin to eat again.

Once everyone begins to eat, I look around. Blaise has transfigured his chair into a loveseat and has Neville against his chest while they both eat. They are both in their own world together. I smile. Hailey is eating while Drake watches. I watch them for a little while as Draco keeps a close eye on Hailey to make sure she doesn't hurt herself eating her hamburger and fries. I don't know how she could do so, but Draco watches her anyway. I smile and finally look down at Trevor. He is my miracle child. I love him and his sister so much. I laugh as he picks up his mashed potatoes and throws them onto his lap.

"Trevor, you know you're too old to do that."

"I know, but makes fun noise." He claps his mushy hands and giggles.

I laugh again and make it disappear. "We'll make more fun noises later. But you have to eat first."

He starts to pout but starts to eat anyway and I continue watching everyone. I think about how much I've laughed or smiled, just being in the company of these people. I smile again. I've finally got my happy ending. Sure, Drake and I don't spend much time alone together because of the kids, but in all honesty, I wouldn't have it any other way.

The end.