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This is the first chapter from Harry POV
Flashback
The first thing Harry felt was their daughter's gentle good morning kicks against the palm of his hand where it rested against the swell of Draco's belly. The second thing he felt was the over whelming need to puke. He was tired of puking, an ever present morning ritual that had started some months before, about the time he and Draco had found out about their daughter. Not that Harry would ever admit it but he was starting to worry. Regular puking was never a good sign and if he got sick who was going to take care of his pregnant husband? Not that he thought being pregnant made Draco an invalid it was just, well, I'd be dead without him. The least I can do is make sure he's as comfortable as possible while he carries our child, our daughter, our princess.
Harry kneeled before the toilet and wrenched his shirt off, the damn thing was tight, too tight, and Harry's clothes were never tight. The world blurred and Harry felt tears leak from his eyes as he gripped at the cold porcelain, don't make a mess, can't make a mess, don't wake anyone, can't wake any one. Shit…Stay in the present Harry, stay in the…
"Baby are you okay?" Harry felt a warm hand on his back, Draco.
Harry's body turned and stretched to the warmth radiating off his husband, a skinny black haired, green eyed sunflower, one hand on the baby for good measure. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Harry's voice shook. "You're carrying my baby and I'm too busy being selfish to dote on you." You selfish freak! Dudley had a football game today but instead of supporting my Duddykins I'm stuck cleaning up after an ungrateful brat who is too stupid to hit the toilet. The smack on Harry's face felt real but it was enough to bring him back; Draco was saying something about tea.
"No tea just-Dray I think I'm-"Harry was over the toilet again, nothing left to come back up. He didn't notice the pale hand rubbing soothing circles over his swollen belly.
Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him from across the table, the twin gray orbs holding more concern than Harry felt comfortable with but there was nothing he could do. Smiling he reached for the Marmalade, just what he needed to complete his egg sandwich, the thought made his stomach rumble; finally something that might stay down.
The shower felt great. Warm water easing the soreness in his back, must be from all the kneeling in front of the toilet, Draco's lips teasingly on his wet skin. It was heaven until "Don't Dray. That hurts." The throbbing in his nipple washing away the guilt for the look on Draco's face; Harry was crying why the fuck am I crying?
"Want me to kiss it better?" The smirk in Draco's voice had Harry flying into a fit of rage. Before the brunette could process the situation he was standing naked in their bed room shivering, he hadn't even grabbed a towel.
Harry found his wand and some of Draco's boxers. At the touch of his familiar Phoenix feather and Holly all of the water evaporated of Harry's skin; he was dry and warm. Thankful for the simple magic, the thought of rubbing a towel against his nipples had Harry almost back over the toilet; he pulled on the worn boxers and grabbed a pair of jeans.
The jeans were baggy on his legs, my fat pants then, but they wouldn't button. He cast a quick expansion charm, they still wouldn't button. Harry lay back on the bed and fruitlessly tried to do up his pants, this is fucking ridiculous. Draco's pregnant and his pants still button. Then Harry said as much to the blonde standing at the door.
The tears were flowing again and Harry's pants still wouldn't do up. He felt miserable, no control over his body or his emotions; he just wanted to throw the jeans at the wall and curl up to sleep. Cold hands gently rubbed at his clenched fingers "Love just stop okay." Draco's voice was soothing. He spoke softly and calmly reassuring Harry of his beauty. Gentle words, putting the churning in Harry's belly to rest until Draco said the words there was no going back from. "Love I think you're pregnant."
There it was; the nagging fear that Harry had been unable to shake. Harry felt the tears fall from his eyelashes and Draco's fell on his forehead. The next thing Harry was aware of was Draco calling his name and a golden light filling the room. Well fuck.
Harry sat on the bed holding his belly in one hand and a pair of Draco's maternity pants in the other. Why the hell was he so big? Draco didn't have to wear the fucking pants yet. Biting his lip Harry swallowed his pride and pulled on the pants. They were a bit long but they were the first thing Harry had worn in weeks that was too tight. He pulled on a baggy T-shirt and was down at the breakfast table before Draco got out of the shower.
The ride to the appointment was tense. Harry didn't say a word and Draco kept giving him concerned looks; it was rather unnerving.
"Malfoy-Potter" The healer looked concerned they'd be here for one of Draco's appointments less than a week before and Harry neglected to mention that this appointment was for him. It was comforting to know the healer was worried for their daughter.
The Healer led the couple to his office and gestured to a pair of uncomfortable looking chairs. "So Draco what seems to be the problem?"
Draco looked bemused but he answered seamlessly, "Nothing. Harry's pregnant."
"Oh." Harry could tell the Healer was startled, especially when Draco placed a gentle hand on his belly. "Well then. Harry just jump up here and we'll take a look."
Giving the ridiculous looking half-bed a questioning look Harry burrowed closer against his husband's side and stubbornly pretended that this wasn't happening. The last time he'd been pregnant he'd been so excited, so eager but now… "You're what?" Ron's face was turning the same red as his hair. "You selfish little slut, you're just jealous Hermione and I are getting married. This is just one more attention ploy from god damn boy who lived. You aren't pregnant Harry and if you were I'd get rid of the bastard. You're just trying to ruin my life!" There was a flurry of motion and then…
"Don't make me carry you." Draco's voice was light and teasing pulling Harry out of the past. Reluctantly he went over to the bed and lay down, discarding his shirt on the way.
The Healer's hands were cold as he rolled down the waistband of Harry's pants and inquired about his pregnancy.
Harry just shook his head in response and stubbornly tried to keep his hands away from his protruding belly.
There was a wand tip against Harry's belly…The wand tickled as it ran over the sensitive skin of Harry's stomach. "It's done Mr. Weasley. The fetuses have been disposed of and we believe Mr. Potter will make a full recovery."
"Harry will be okay?" Ron's voice shook whether it was with fear or something else Harry couldn't tell.
"Yes Mr. Weasley. It was touch and go for a while, with the blood loss and the hemorrhaging but he is stable now and borderline responsive. We think he will be awake within the hour.
The sound of steady heartbeats brought tears to Harry's eyes and gave him the determination to look at the grainy image hovering above his abdomen. Four tiny bodies lying this way and that, each one in its own small space and if Harry looked closely he thought he could see a single finger twitch. "Do you want to know their genders?"
"No" Harry's voice shook with emotion.
"Yes"
The Healer laughed. "Draco I think you're out of luck this time but you have four healthy babies, five if you count your daughter."
The rest of the appointment passed in a blur. Harry vaguely remembered something about a caesarean and that was about all.
They were at the car when the reality of the situation slammed into Harry. I'm pregnant. With quadruplets. What if Draco doesn't want them? What if? What if?... "Congratulations Mr. Potter you are pregnant." The Medi-witches' voice was soft and kind. She gestured to a blurry image floating above Harry, "See here and here, these are your sons."
That was before. Before he told Ron. Before his so called Best Friend murdered their babies.
The tears were flowing freely and Draco's voice sounded far away. "Shh love it'll be okay. We'll get through this. The seven of us will be fine okay."
"We're keeping them?" Hope bubble in Harry's chest and for a moment he felt excited but then he remembered, always remembering… "Ron what happened? Where are Fred and George? Where are my babies?"
"They're gone Harry. Why didn't you tell me sooner? You were too far along, the abortion almost killed you."
"The abortion? What abortion?...
Harry fought to stay in the present. He focused on Draco; the gray eyes, the soft voice and the protective hand over his swollen belly, the soft kicks beneath his palms, his family. "Oh Love, why wouldn't we keep them? You want a family, I want a family, granted this is more family than either of us were expecting but I love you and I love our daughter and I love those four and right now I want nothing more than to go home and lay in our bed; you asleep with your hands on my belly as our daughter kicks at them while I tell A, B, C, and D a story."
Draco sounded so sure. So confident that his was what he wanted, that Harry and the babies were what he wanted. It made Harry feel so safe he didn't even register the word leaving his mouth or the sickening crack when Draco's fist hit metal. He didn't notice anything until he and Draco were at home in bed, Draco softly recounting their school days in hushed tones against Harry's belly while the boy who lived slow drifted off to sleep. An inaudible "I love you Dray" on his lips.
A sharp kidney shot and piercing ring woke the exhausted boy who lived from his first comfortable sleep in ages. A,B,C, and D had a very erratic sleeping schedule that basically amounted to one of them had to be kicking him at all times. With that and the extra chores he tried to keep up with while Draco was on bed rest had amounted to a bone deep exhaustion Harry hadn't encountered since the Dursley's.
The ringing was persistent and Harry realized it was coming from a cordless phone on the bedside table. "Hello"
"Is this Mr. Malfoy-Potter?" The voice on the other end was kind but guarded.
"Yes"
"Your husband is at St. Mungo's. We're prepping him for an emergency caesarean. Please get here as fast as you can."
It was less than a second before Harry was standing in a crowded lobby, holding his belly and frantically trying to find someone to tell him about Draco.
The operating room was cold and sterile. Draco lay unconscious on a slab while Healer Morgan worked frantically to save him and their daughter. Harry pulled at the too tight fabric of his borrowed scrubs and rubbed gentle circles across his children, all four of them panicking along with him.
Harry heard a weak cry looked to the bloody body in the healer's hands. "She healthy. Bigger than expected. Come cut her umbilical cord and then you can hold her."
Harry's hands shake as he cuts the connection between his husband and their daughter and took the small wailing body into his hands. Her cries quieting the moment her skin comes in contact with his and there in a name on his lips as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "Hey Neveah. You are my heaven and I am your daddy." She rested against the swell of his belly where her siblings kick against her, the four of them growing calmer as Harry's heartbeat regulates.
The healers are bustling around Draco, healing his husband of both the trauma of the car accident and the aftermath of the caesarean, leaving Harry to hold his daughter amongst the chaos. It isn't until he begins to sway with exhaustion, the adrenaline of the last few hours gone, that they take her from him. "Harry." Healer Morgan's voice is soft. "Draco is resting. We're going to take her to NICU for precautionary measures. You should go home and get some sleep. Does she have a name?"
"Her name is Neveah." Harry mumbled, vaguely registering they'd referred to Neveah as 'her' because he hadn't yet told them her name. "Is it possible I could stay here? I'm not gonna sleep anyways and I'd feel better being here with them."
The Healer smiled. "There is a Lazy Boy in Neveah's room; you'll probably be most comfortable there. We'll alert you when Draco wakes up."
Neveah's room in NICU is small, the walls are some horrible shade of yellow the nurses say is soothing, mostly it just makes Harry want to gag, but there is a chair. A soft brown leather chair, reclining and less than a foot away from the plastic crib his daughter sleeps in. The nurses had let him feed her and wipe some of the blood off her body. They tell him she's six pounds exactly and eighteen inches long; huge they say for how early she was. Her birthday is July thirty first; twenty five years younger than him to the day and unquestionably the best birthday present he's ever received.
Her cries wake him a few hours later, she's wet and the nurses have to show him how to change her diaper but even if she gets pee on him it's one of the most amazing moments of his life.
Draco wakes up not long after that. Shouting at some nurse in total Malfoy fashion; it makes Harry realize what he could have lost today. Healer Morgan, who had been lecturing Harry on what Draco would and wouldn't be allowed to do smiled. "Go find you husband before he makes my staff cry."
Draco is his normal arrogant self when Harry walks into his room causing an overwhelming rage to boil in Harry's veins. How dare he do something so stupid? Words pour from Harry's mouth in a flood of emotion and there is a sudden stinging in his palm. It takes Harry a moment to realize he's just slapped his husband across the face. Well he deserved it.
Then Draco's asking about Neveah, frantic, not knowing where she is and Harry feels guilty. "You got in a car accident. Not sure why you were in a car in the first place but… anyways. It was pretty bad; you lost a lot of blood. The shock sent you in to premature labor. By the time the ambulance got you here you were eight centimeters dilated and nobody knew if either of you would make it. Healer Morgan said having her the natural way would kill you so he did an emergency caesarean. She's fine considering. Six pounds but her lungs are strong and she can breathe on her own. You should have heard her cry. They want to keep her for a few days but Morgan says it should only be a week at the most."
Dray smiles, relief clear on his face. "Thank Merlin. Will they let me go see her?"
It feels strange to walk with Draco to the room where Harry knows their daughter is sleeping peacefully. He's dreamed about this moment since they'd found Draco was pregnant and now he feels as if he's in a dream.
Draco looks confused by the sign on the door and Harry explains quickly, not quite sure how to tell Draco he hadn't named her Lily because he just knew her name was Neveah and that was that.
Draco didn't say anything, just made his way over to where Neveah slept. "
"I think it suits her, Neveah Isabelle Malfoy-Potter; our little princess." Draco's voice was soft with wonderment.
"Isabelle? I thought her middle name was going to be Narcissa." Harry stood behind Draco and wrapped his arms around his husband. This is my family. It is perfect.
"Hush little baby don't say a word; Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird." Harry sat in the pale pink nursery rocking Neveah gently. Her gray eyes blinked sleepily at him once more before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Struggling to his feet Harry felt a sharp ache in his belly and lower back. These contractions felt different from the Braxton Hicks contractions he'd been having off and on since Neveah had come home, Maybe this is real labor.
Once Neveah was lying in her crib Harry addressed his husband who had been watching them from the open door. "Dray, these Braxton Hicks are killing me. Do you think you could give me a belly rub and back massage?"
Draco's hands on him felt like a godsend. Gently working his aching muscles gave Harry enough reprieve to count the time in between contractions. They were steady and close, Dray must have realized to but his concern came too late as Harry felt a gush between his legs. Oh merlin my water just broke!
Apparating to the hospital was one of the worst experiences of Harry's life. Never one for apparition, doing so while nine months pregnant and in labor had him vomiting the second his body was fully reassembled.
Neveah was crying and Harry wanted to quiet her but he could feel another contraction brewing; the pain had him sob.
The delivery room was different from the operating room where Draco had had Neveah. It felt warmer, the lights were dim and there wasn't an array of sharp stainless steel tools at his bedside. The contractions were close now and Healer Morgan was telling him to push. Briefly he wondered where Neveah was; she had come to the hospital with them but it was only Draco beside him.
In the midst of pushing he heard a cry, a cry that wasn't like the sounds leaving his lips; it was a baby's cry. One down three to go.
The other three were quick. Harry could barely distinguish one cry from the next as his children made their way into the world. Sons someone said and Harry began to doze.
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