"I love her," Remus tells his husband who is watching the weather channel, bored. "Can we keep her, please?"
"No," Sirius doesn't even care about the cute little toddler peacefully cuddled in Draco's lap. "We cannot keep collecting strays, no offense," He tells Draco who shrugs.
"I am not letting her go back," Remus covers the little girl's ears and adds, "Her real parents can have another kid."
"Do you hear yourself?" Sirius knows Remus has baby fever, but still. He is a maniac. "You sound insane."
"You love Draco, don't you?" Remus asks the little girl, "Wouldn't you rather be with him than your parents? If you live with us, you can have Draco all to yourself." Harry probably wouldn't agree but Remus will deal with that.
"You need help," Draco responds to Remus, as Sirius nods in agreement with him, possibly the first time they have agreed on anything. "We cannot keep a random child. Her parents are on their way." Draco hopes. He doesn't care to raise a stranger's baby. He wants Harry's baby.
Judging from how possessively the little girl is hanging on to Draco, she wants to spend the rest of her life in his arms. Omegas are very attractive to all genders and age groups, and children of beta parents are no exception. They would abandon their mothers over an omega, ensnared in by the pure scents and the feeling of comfort and safety they naturally produce in children.
"I think we can keep her," Remus knows that the little girl loves Draco a lot, "We can keep all the children we want," Remus remembers Harry when he was a little boy, having lost his dear mother but still easily bonded to his new omega parent. This little girl could do the same.
"Why don't we take you two to the mall every day?" Sirius asks the omegas, sarcastically, "And kidnap more children?"
"I know you don't mean it but it sounds like an amazing idea," Remus responds just as sarcastically.
"What's your name?" Draco asks the girl for the umpteenth time. She is old enough to talk but doesn't, possibly a late bloomer, possibly a special needs child. It makes him glad the little girl decided to attach herself to him before a predator found her. This may not be Draco's baby, but he still has maternal instincts which make him feel protective over the cute little girl.
"Let's just call her Remus," The older omega suggests to Draco, "Or a girl name for Remus, like Remy."
"What is wrong with him?" Draco asks Sirius, who shakes his head, not willing to question his crazy mate.
"Sweetie," Remus holds out his arms, "Do you want a snack?"
The child blinks up at him, and when noticing it's another omega, allows herself to be lifted from Draco's embrace into his. Remus looks genuinely happy, having a small child in his arms. He has missed this feeling so much. Sometimes he wishes magic was real, he would so de-age Harry, and Draco too. He would raise them into adults all over again.
"You need to get him pregnant." Draco informs Sirius, who squints, "Or he really will abduct a child."
"Why don't you get pregnant and give us a child?" Sirius cocks his head to the side. "We are too old to have children."
"It's hard for me," Draco says defensively.
"Tell me about it." Sirius and Remus have never used birth control. If it wasn't for Harry, they would still be childless. Omega males are hard to impregnate. It's not for lack of trying from Sirius or Harry's part.
"What if I never have children?" Draco looks to where Remus is dancing around the kitchen with the little girl.
"I don't care," Harry is enough for Sirius, "We got our miracle baby."
"And then he asked me where the crash cart was," Harry paces around their room, telling a wild work story, not caring if Draco understands the medical jargon or not. "Can you believe it?"
"No, Harry," Draco looks up from where he is trying to rock the little girl to sleep. Sirius had refused to let her sleep with him and Remus lest she disturb their sleep, so here she is. "I cannot believe it."
"Aww is someone still awake?" Harry asks the little girl, who looks up at him with wide hazel eyes, completely alert, simply content to be with Draco.
"Yes, she is," Draco wonders if the reason police are having a hard time finding her parents is that they are asleep, exhausted somewhere. "She is tiring." She had demanded Draco or Remus hold her all day, and cried every time she was put down. "She is a difficult little thing."
"No, she isn't," Harry scoffs, "She is the most well-behaved little girl ever." He was a much more annoying baby, not that Sirius and Remus would ever admit it. He was the perfect little bundle of joy as far as they are concerned. "Then again, I didn't take care of her, did I?"
"Dear God," Draco is worried he will never get pregnant, and when he will finally have a baby, it will be hard to care for. Draco wishes he was more like Remus. He had loved having a child around, content to cuddle her all day.
"Come here, sweetie pie," Harry grabs the child, who whimpers at being separated from Draco, "Who's a precious little cupcake?" He kisses her cheek, making her calm down because Draco is still within her eye line, she isn't as afraid of Harry's dangerous alpha scent. They are natural predators and scare children. Even if Harry is one of the good ones, the little girl's instincts make her feel afraid and crave Draco's protection.
"We can't keep her, Harry." Draco reminds his husband who is giving her a fond look.
"I know," Harry wants to pretend, even for a second, that he came home to his mate and child. That they are not just a couple, but mommy and daddy to a sweet little girl.
"She is not ours," Draco doesn't care how hard that is to hear, this child has parents. She needs to go back to them.
"Why not?" Harry lets the baby crawl back in Draco's arms.
"For one, she is not related to us," Draco says as Harry pulls him into his lap, baby and all, "She is just lost, and found me because she likes my scent."
"That makes two of us," Harry tells the little girl, who is half asleep. He was kind of lost too, and he found Draco. He can tell why a child would want to be in Draco's arms. He is beautiful and kind, like an angel made of light.
Draco raises an eyebrow, "I know it's cute now, but imagine a child here every day."
"Splendid," Harry smiles wider. He can't wait to have children with Draco. He kind of wants a little girl, blond and pretty, like Draco. Or a little boy, blond and feisty, like Draco. Or one of each. He will take twins. He realizes that as the father, his responsibility is a lot easier than Draco's who not only has to carry children, he would be the main parent. Harry's logical brain wants him to pace their relationship, and make things easier for his mate. The alpha hindbrain in his head wants to ensure Draco gives birth to a whole litter.
"Every day, Harry," Draco says as the child, he refuses to call her Remy, protests in her sleep when he tries to place her down beside them. "Imagine a baby here every day."
"I would love it," Harry admits. "I know it's real work for you but I have wanted to have children with you since we first bonded."
"That's…" Draco sighs, knowing the feeling of warmth and happiness he feels is obvious through their bond, judging from how wide Harry's grin is. "Fine." He resigns himself to sitting upright all night, at least he is in Harry's lap. "But don't blame me when your child keeps us up all night."
"I won't," Harry leans over and kisses Draco on the lips, smiling as he does. He raises an eyebrow when he notices the little girl try and push him away with a tiny hand.
"Mine," She frowns when she is unable to move Harry from where he is kissing Draco's forehead.
"No," Draco corrects her, as Harry raises his eyebrows. "His." When she glares at Draco, he smushes her little face, "When you grow up and present, you can have your own omega. You don't claim the first one you find at the mall."
"Do you think…" Harry looks inquisitive for a second. "Nevermind."
"What?" Draco sighs as she glares up at him next before she rests her head on his shoulder.
"Do you really think she started following you around the mall and lost her parents?" Harry has seen it happen to Remus. Omegas are nature's pied pipers.
"No, she didn't." Draco looks down at the little girl who is almost asleep. "Bad child!"
"She is a little girl," Harry defends the child, "She probably thought, ooh shiny, when she saw you and decided to go get you. She is ambitious."
"She has an assigned mate out there that she will never meet because she is going to get kidnapped." Draco finally feels that he can put her down on the bed beside him, and she won't wake. He is proven right when she curls up in a little ball, exhausted by today's excitement.
"Maybe she's destined to be a beta." Harry wonders aloud, grabbing a pillow and settling on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Draco asks, not happy that his husband is lying on the hardwood floor, without a mattress, blanket, and most importantly, his mate.
"I am not about to sleep with a random kid in our bed." Harry scoffs, "She's not mine." He remembers crawling into bed with his godparents when he was a little boy. It's a sacred experience. He is not about to share that with a stranger. Even if it is a cute little stranger.
"I have news for you," Draco says as he relaxes, lowering his body so that he's supine, "She is not mine either."
"Damn right she isn't," Harry manages to not growl but the thought of Draco carrying some random red-headed alpha's child is deeply unpleasant to him. "But," He takes a deep breath and tries not to let his annoyance show on his face. Judging by the knowing look on Draco's face, the blond felt everything through their bond, "You are an omega." Submissives are soft and maternal. Whoever the little girl's parents are, they won't be happy to notice an alpha's scent near their child, no matter how pure Harry's intentions are.
Draco gets it. He wouldn't want some random alpha around his child either. "How am I supposed to sleep without you?"
Harry's dark green eyes soften, "Draco, you have slept without me for years."
"Not well," Draco pouts but shifts on the bed so that the little girl can properly use him as a pillow.