Title: Two Pregnant Fathers

Author: countryangelatheart

Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Pairings: Harry & Draco and Leo, Scorpius, Joshua, & Beau

Date: December 16, 2010

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor are the characters mine. I just like playing with their minds and in their world. J. K. Rowling owns everything. * Any characters that are unfamiliar belong to me; please do not use them without my permission.

WARNING! This story contains a male/ male relationship, including male kisses and male intercourse. If you don't like it; DON'T READ IT! You have been warned. I don't want any flames because of this relationship or pairing. Thanks, countryangelatheart

Now twelve weeks pregnant, Draco sat in the nursery designated for his daughters. Harry and the boys had done a wonderful job.

The walls were a pale purple, while the floor was covered in a thick white carpet. The ceiling was painted a pale blue and had glow in the dark stars covering the entire thing. He had watched Harry paint them. It so closely resembled the actual night sky that it was scary.

Two large windows, outlined in sheer white curtains, took up most of the far wall with his daughters' large crib in the middle, between the windows. The curtains trailed to just above the floor, so that they would be out of his daughters' reach. The crib would be big enough to hold both of his daughters with room to spare. At the moment it sat void of anything. He and Harry planned to go soon and purchase things for their daughters. Toy boxes were stored under the crib; this way when his daughters got older they could bring their toys to the center of the floor and play with them.

Then to his left sat a large changing table; it matched the white dressers that sat on either side of it. Very soon they would be filled to the brim with clothes and decorated with pictures and trinkets for his daughters.

Across from the crib shelves lined either side of the double door that was the entrance to the girls' nursery. In laid cabinets were under the shelves; here they would place extra bedding and blankets for them to play on. The shelves above would be filled with books and toys.

In the corner in front of where he sat was a large doll house that once belonged to Lyra. She had spent countless hours in front of it growing up. He could just imagine his daughters playing in front of it.

The only thing left was the door that led to the large adjoining bathroom. Big enough to care for both of his daughters, the bathroom held everything a baby needed during bath-time.

Sitting there, he gazed around the room imagining his daughters in here. He could very easily picture them growing up in here.

The daughter he would give birth to would have his pale blonde hair and her daddy's brilliant green eyes. She would have his grace and Harry's small body. Draco smiled. She would be a force to be reckoned with when she got older. He could just picture her with his Slytherin cunning and Harry's Gryffindor heart. Which house she would end up in; he had no idea.

Just then the double doors open and Harry poked his head in. "There you are," he said entering in the room. "I've been looking everywhere for you. What are you doing in here?"

Without thought Draco pulled his husband into his lap. "I just wanted to think for awhile," he said wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.

"About what?"

Draco shrugged. "Nothing. Everything." Harry nodded in understanding. "I just wanted to wrap my head around the fact that in two months we'll be bringing home four infants, two of which will be girls. Thankfully this time we'll have Lyra to help us. I don't know what I would do without her."

Harry remembered when they had brought Lyra home. Two males. Neither one of them knew anything about girls or how to take care of one. However, their family and friends had pulled together to help them.

Harry smiled at his husband. "At least this time we know what to do." Draco could only nod. Just then Draco felt a kick against the palm of his hand. Smiling he remembered the first time he had felt the triplets move. They had been lying in bed one evening, after a night of passion, when he had whispered I love you to Harry, ready to settle down for the night. He had settled against Harry, his back to Harry's stomach, when he had felt the kick. At first he thought Harry had hit him in the back. However, when he turned around to confront Harry, he had found him staring at him with wide eyes.

"One of them just kicked," said Harry. Taking his hand, Harry led Draco to the spot where they had kicked. There it was again! The baby kicked in answer to Draco's touch. Now wide awake they spent the next few hours marveling as each one began to kick.

Laughing, Draco brought himself back to the present. "I love you too little ones," he said rubbing Harry's stomach slightly. Harry just smiled at his husband's antics.

Author's Note: Just a little more insight into the life of Harry and Draco. At first I was just going to have this chapter be all about Draco and his time in the nursery. However, I realized that the babies should be kicking by now, so I felt that I should include that little tidbit in there. Sorry this is coming so late. However, I want you to know that I wrote this on my first full day of vacation. So be thankful! I hope each and every one of you had a great Christmas. Hopefully, by the time I get back to school this story will be finished and I can post the rest without haste. Ciao for now! ~CAatH