A/N Only one more chapter to go after this.
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Unable to sleep, Albus decided to share some of the thoughts he was having with Minerva who was laying beside him. "Do you ever worry that our son is evil?"
She gave him a look that would have made a lesser man melt so he thought it best to explain. "I don't mean Voldemort evil. Just…I don't know – dungbombs and Peeves evil."
Minerva groaned and rolled over in the other direction. "Albus, where do you come up with these things? Do you know why I like going to sleep in our animagus forms? Because then you can't keep me up all night with your endless prattle. I understand and appreciate that you are not an ordinary person, but couldn't you for once come to bed and go to sleep like an ordinary person?"
"I'm not tired."
Minerva sighed exasperated. "If you aren't tired, why come to bed?"
Albus folded his hands behind his head and shrugged. "I wanted to be near you."
She turned back to again be facing him. The look she was giving him now was again one to make him melt, but this time in an all together different way. Tweaking his beard, she huskily whispered. "Make the door close."
A wave of his hand caused the door leading to the baby's room to close. In his eagerness, he put a bit too much force into closing the door. Still, it didn't quite slam.
Minerva leaned forward to be kissing him. The gentle kisses lasted only so long before he was pulling her on top of him, not to enter her yet, but for now to simply feel the weight of her above him. He missed having her beautiful round breasts to play with, but with the pregnancy she found them incredibly sensitive, in entirely the wrong way. Instead he contented himself with massaging the curves of her backside through the thin cotton of her nightdress.
He was in the process of liberating her and her backside from the nightdress when the sound of scratching began at the door. Lowering the nightdress back down around her, Albus yielded to defeat.
"Five more minutes! He couldn't have waited five more minutes?!"
"Five minutes?" Albus asked, trying to sound offended. "Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?"
Minerva kissed him once more before reluctantly rolling off of him. They still hadn't found much opportunity for being intimate, but now that he knew it wasn't for lack of want on her part, he found the situation far less frustrating.
They were taking too long because the scratching at the door turned into thudding as the baby began trying to break the door down. Picking up her wand from the side table, Minerva opened the door.
Though the door was no longer obstructing his way, Waldorf was unwilling to forgive and forget. Now from within, he continued his assault on the door. Watching him gnaw on the wood of the door with his recently acquired teeth, Minerva commented dryly. "He's not terribly bright, is he? Yesterday, he was climbing on one of the tapestries in my classroom and got himself stuck. You should have heard the pitiful little meows he made until I rescued him. He reminded me of you."
Albus felt the need to defend his son. "As if you have never gotten your claws stuck on something? An animagus before his first half birthday – there has to be some intelligence there. As for the door …" Albus shrugged. " … my brother, Aberforth, likes to chase muggle cars whenever one passes by."
"You never told me that your brother is an animagus dog!"
"He isn't."
Seeing Minerva's look, Albus decided to retrieve his son before the boy injured himself, or either of them further injured the Dumbledore family name.
"Forgetting something?" Minerva prodded him gently as he threw aside the bed clothes and stood.
"Ah yes."
'Albus … there is something else … something we should have discussed before now.
'Albus, a child – young children, they can't be expected to keep a secret as important as ours.'
Immediately after repeatedly turning down his marriage proposal, Minerva had hit him with another, even more devastating blow. Minerva had pointed out that a child – soon to be children – as young as theirs were too young to be expected to keep a secret as important as theirs. Now that Waldorf was getting more aware of his surroundings and would soon begin to talk, it wouldn't do to have Albus around all the time. Loath as he was to hear it at the time, Minerva was right.
Once Waldorf became old enough to be entrusted with their secret, they would of course explain the truth to him. No doubt, it would make for an awkward occasion, but Albus could only hope that Waldorf would not hold the deception against him when that time came. Surely he could be made to understand the position that Albus and Minerva had been in and would realize that Albus had been there for him in the only possibly way he could be. After all, just because Albus couldn't be there, didn't mean that the baby's kneazle father couldn't be.
In his own kneazle form, Albus picked the baby up by the scruff and carried him back to the bed.
Hackles raised, the baby continued staring at the door, occasionally letting out a menacing yowl. Albus watched Minerva gently stroke his fur until the baby calmed. Waldorf settled himself in Minerva's arms before finally transforming out of his animagus form. Continuing to caress him, within minutes, she had him coaxed back to sleep.
Watching her, despite her earlier words, Albus knew Minerva had never been so happy, so fulfilled - exhausted, often exasperated, but fulfilled. Remaining in his animagus form, Albus curled his tail around himself and settled in for the night as well.