Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
Three off the wall kids under ten ran around his house with relentless loud noises emitting from their little mouths.
"Al, quit pulling my pigtails!" Lilly shrieked.
"Bloody hell, James, hurry up!" Albus called.
"Lilly, slow down," James scolded.
I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids. The Gryffindor reminded himself with another sigh.
"Language," Harry said.
Another playful scream filled the room as Albus tackled his ginger haired sister to the couch.
"Albus!" Lilly whined.
"Lilly!" Albus mocked.
"Bugger, make room for me, you two!" James counter sitting on his brother.
"Language," Harry told them.
"Harry-dear! Can get that fire-call? It's my mother!" Draco called from his study.
"Oh, joy." The raven grumbled sarcastically to himself, kneeling before the fireplace in the living room; chaos still in full swing behind him.
"Oh, hello Mr. Potter, still living like a Weasely, are you? Pity. Where's my son?"
"In his study, Lady Malfoy; always such a delight to speak with you," Harry attempted to smile, silently proud of himself for not spitting his words into the flame.
He pivoted his body to shout to Draco in his study, but was stopped abruptly when a plastic ball connected with his face.
I love my family. I love my family. I love my family.
"Draco…" He growled dangerously.
"Oh hush, love. You'll live." Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's nose. "All better, see? Hello Mother."
Hours later they sat around the table eating the spaghetti that Harry had somehow found the time to make. There was quiet conversation between his husband and kids about what they do at their mother's house; a four year old Lilly tried to lick red sauce off her nose; Albus was showing Draco his best scary face, (said blonde was feigning scared very well for a novice) and James was talking Harry's ears off about plants.
Harry smiled in reflection as a lithe hand takes his, fingers intertwine easily.
I love my family.