Chapter 15
Andy sat on the sofa in tears. She didn't believe this had happened. How could the judge have decided her nephew was better off with his father? This wasn't real she decided.
She was going tot wake up and find he was safe in his room. And her daughter was safe in hers and her family or what was left of it was all still together.
But denial could only last so long. She knew one day she was going to have to face up to the fact that Draco had been sent back to live at the Malfoy manor. The way Ted was acting she thought he might think it was best. It wasn't and she knew that. She wondered what her dear sister would think of all of this.
Narcissa in her heart had been a good girl and she would have wanted what was best for the baby. But what was that at the end of the day? She knew, Andy was sure. A mother always knew what was best for her child. In the way she suspected a father could not.
Lucius couldn't disagree more.
Night had fallen over the manor and so had silence apart from in one room.
In his sons room with the boy in his arms and once again he was crying.
With relief. He had him. Draco was home.
Draco lay in his arms still.
The tears that poured on to his cheeks were those of sheer relief that once again they were both safe and they were together.
When he had heard the news in the court room he had had no regard for the feelings of his sister in law and he had run out to get his son and had taken him home. He hadn't even let Tonks say goodbye to the child. In hind sight, he wondered if he had been cruel.
She had taken care of him for over a month.
And then he remembered what she had done to him when he had been in prison. She had come to him and she had teased him with thoughts of his son. No he didn't care if he had hurt her. She wasn't the one who was important in all of this he decided.
It was the child in his arms.
Draco in the time his father had been thinking had woken up but he had not cried. He just looked up at his father quietly as if in wonder.
He had missed this too then.
"It is real my little prince. Your home with me." Lucius said as his son grabbed on to one of his fingers and begun to drawl all over it in which Lucius was sure was a most loving manner, if it could be done lovingly.
He chuckled to himself.
He had never felt joy like this he didn't think. It was as if his son had been born to him all over again. Only this time there was no bitter sweetness of his wife's death.
He knew as he sat there he wasn't going to go to bed that night. How could he.
He could not even bear to put the child down let alone leave him by himself yet.
The adjustment period of being back together had begun for them both and neither were willing to be torn apart just yet.
No it was going to be weeks before they parted again thought Lucius. Even for an hour.
But then they were going to have to he thought to himself. Grimm had come back to the manner with them and explained what the judge had said to them all over again as it was so obvious to the lawyer his client had stopped listened when he had heard the new he had been longing to hear.
His wife's sister had visitation rights to his soon. Narcissa would be turning in her grave Lucius thought to himself. He was sure in his heart of hearts that she would not want a blood traitor any where near their prince.
"No…" he muttered to her. "I cant believe you would want her to play a role in his life."
He had known her, inside and out. She would not want this.
Still he wasn't going to let thoughts like those wreck this moment.
Adjusting his son so Draco resting his head on his shoulder and he held him close, Lucius sighed yet another sigh of relief.
"I was so worried about you my little man. But there's nothing left in the world to fear you know that don't you? Its back to normal. Just you and daddy against the world."
He pushed a kiss to his sons forehead and Draco looked at him and about room smiling. He knew where he was, that much was obvious.
"Its Christmas soon Draco. We are going to have the best Christmas ever, and Santa is going to bring you lots and lots of presents because you have been such a good boy this year." the boy looked at him as if trying to understand what he was saying, but more so the baby was just enjoying the familiar sound of his fathers voice. "Yeah. I don't think daddy will get any though. He hasn't been that good." he explained.
It was at that moment the tiredness Draco had been fighting over came him and he snuggled down in to his fathers loving embrace.
With a chuckle to himself, Lucius kissed his sons head and sat back in the rocking chair.
What ever came next, they were ready for it.
END OF PART 1
Authors note: Hey guys. Well there's your Christmas present. The cliff-hanger is over and Draco has gone home to his daddy for Christmas.
I'll start uploading part two after the 25th. It begins when Draco is five. Lots more Malfoy madness on the way…
Happy Christmas everyone. I hope you all have a great one whatever your doing!
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