Recovery

Chapter Nineteen

Draco gave a look at his older twins. "I highly doubt they are here..." Draco whispered, before Willow hurried over to the little boy who was sat down and had crawled his way over to them. She picked up the little boy who giggled out. "I think this is their baby boy. She said she knew you and he really though so to." Willow said, walking back over holding the little boy. Willow put him on Draco's lap, who looked up at him. "Hi, little man." He smiled. "Never again, are you allowed to not call me." Said a voice form behind and he felt her arms locked around him. "I am so sorry...pan." Draco said, but got a tighter hug. "Just promise me. I missed you so much, and you missed so much." She half cried. "I promise. Who is this?" She said. "Liam, our little boy." Pansy said. "What...are you doing here?" Draco asked. "We work here, but we get off soon." She said. "I...promise to call, but I don't feel good...and my parents still don't have their IDs." Draco said. "Well...I do know where to find you." She said and Draco gave her a soft smile.

Draco was asleep on the couch when Harry come back inside, the baby twins on the playpen and Micheal on the chair hiding under the blanket. "Micheal?" Harry asked, slowly pulling the blanket off him. "Now what's the matter?" Harry frown, seeing his had been hiding his cries. "We...went outside......Hermione was...out there...with Rosie...they...was cutting the grass." He cried and Harry picked him up. "Come in, we have to get you washed off." Harry said. "No! It hurts!" He cried. "I know, baby. We have to get you feeling better. You'll skin needs To get clean." Harry said and walked next door, knocking on the door.
"Harry, everything alright?" Ron asked. "I need a little help." Harry said. "No! I don't want a bath!" Micheal fussed. "How bad?" Ron asked, pulling them into the house. "I'm not sure...but I didn't want to wake Draco up. Narcissa has been able to keep it under control...but the weather is warming up, and that bastard has a lot of reactions to allergies that he has been positive on Micheal. Narcissa tries to keep any reminders away." Harry said. "Alright, let's getting little man feeling better." Ron said.
"No!" Micheal fussed, as Harry lowered him into the bath water. "Shh." Harry humed somewhat to him and Hermione helped him clean Micheal off with his special body wash. "No! Stop!" He fussed as Harry held his little hands together. "Micheal, please just trust me." Harry said, before he started to kick out. "No!" He fussed. "Micheal, please, I am almost finished." Hermione said. "Ron!" Harry called for.

Micheal sat on Harry's leg back at their house after his bath, eating a popsicle. "Next time...you have to tell us, before it gets that bad baby. I don't want you crying under a blanket." Harry said. "I...sorry." Micheal said, getting a kiss to his head. "I know, baby. Just promise me." Harry said and he nodded. "Am I reminder for my daddy?" He asked. "No baby. Your daddy loves you and he knows it isn't your fault." Harry said. "I want...to snuggle daddy." Micheal said. "Go, he will be happy to snuggle." Harry said, but he shook his hand. "Micheal sandwich." Micheal said. "What...does that mean? I don't understand." Harry said. "I want you too." Micheal said and Harry kissed his head. "Go wait in the big bed, me and daddy will be up soon." Harry said and Micheal nodded and hurried to the master bedroom.
Draco woke up to the light kiss Harry gave him, who smiled lightly. "...I didn't mean...to doze off." Draco mumbled. "No, it's okay. The half bottle of nasty pink stuff tells me your stomach is still hurting." Harry said. "Mum... brought me the...meds I am suppose to take. So...I am starting to feel better...just sleepy." Draco admitted, getting picked up bride style. He locked his arms around Harry's neck, who carried his sleepy husband. "Well, Micheal wants some snuggles. He had a bit of a rough afternoon." Harry said. "Is...he okay?" Draco asked. "He is fine, Draco. He just as some allergies and maybe a little skin condition. He just wants something called a Micheal sandwich?" Harry said still a little confused, to hear Draco half chuckle. "He...wants to be smashed between us in a snuggle...something my.... parents do with him...when he has a rough day." Draco yawned and Harry smiled. "Then let's have a snuggle night." Harry said.

A couple weeks past by, making it nearly April. Draco's parents got their visitation I.D's and came knocking on their door early that late March day. "Grandma!" Willow smiled and jumped up. "Hi, baby!" She smiled, before Draco walked to the open door. "Yay." Draco smiled lightly. "How do you like it here?" Narcissa asked, walking inside the house. "I like it very much. Having trouble getting Micheal to go to the school here." Draco frown lightly. "My offer still stands." Narcissa said. "What offer?" Harry said, coming down the stairs holding the baby boy who giggled and reached for Grandma Narcissa. "To homeschool Micheal. Draco told me the problems with Micheal and some of the other families say they have trouble with their children. I could even do some one on one." She said. "I'll make some calls about the other children...but Micheal? If we do...he have to enrolled in some clubs or something...he really should be interactions with other children his age." Harry said. "Harry...is homeschool really what is best for him?" Draco asked, unsure. "Until he gets more used to this...and we get his allergies under control, I think so. A lot has changed and maybe grandma and grandpa close will help." Harry said.