We Didn't Have a Choice

54 - Shower Thoughts

Warning. Very small and hardly any detail smut scene

The next morning, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled over, except Draco wasn't there. However, I could hear the shower running so I slipped out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. I think it's only fair that I can share intimate moments with him if I'm locked up in this house for the rest of my life.

"Is that you, love?"

I undressed quickly and opened the shower door. Draco smiled at me and pulled me into him, slamming his lips onto mine as he did so.

Draco wasted no time. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and pressed me up against the cold wall.

He looped a hand under one of my thighs and lifted it up to about the height of his waist, pulling us closer and deepening our kiss.

I cried out softly as his kisses traveled down to my neck.

After leaving many love bites, he rested his forehead on mine. "Do you want me?"

I nodded and pulled him in for another kiss just as he entered me. His pace started out slow, but it soon picked up and I struggled to kiss him back.

We pulled out of the kiss and Draco rested his forehead on mine. Warm water poured over us as we both cried out, except we froze when a loud knock came from the door.

"Blair! Are you in there?"

It was my father's voice.

"What do we do!?" I whisper-shouted.

"I don't know! Go talk to him! It's probably important!" Draco responded.

"I'm naked! You do it!"

"And I'm not!? He's your father! You go!"

I gave Draco a quick kiss and slipped out of the shower. I tied a towel around myself and opened the bathroom door just a crack. Father stood on the other side. He looked displeased, but what's new?

"Is everything okay?" I asked, slightly out of breath.

"No. What on earth were you doing? It sounded like you were screaming!"

My cheeks flushed red. "Is everything alright?"

"No, actually. She's been crying all morning! Where have you and Draco been?" he snapped. I was thankful that he didn't try to pry anymore about what we were up to.

"I'm sorry. I was in the shower."

"Well, what about Draco?"

"Father, he's probably getting breakfast. I'll go get her."

"Good. She's woken up everyone."

And he walked off. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the shower.

"I'll be back. I guess Cordi is in a fuss."

Draco groaned loudly. "We didn't even get to finish!"

"I know...we'll try again later."

"Try? It'll happen," he said as I left the bathroom.

I giggled as I walked to the closet to change. When I was all dressed, Draco came out of the shower with just a towel.

"Blair...seriously?"

"Hm?"

I turned on my heel and right into Draco who had snuck up on me.

"Can't we just get a house elf to care for her?" he asked as he began to push me towards the bed.

"As much as I would like that, she's six months old and we should be around for her as much as possible."

Draco sighed loudly and laid me down on the bed. I didn't try to fight him as he climbed on top of me. My hands tangled into his wet hair as he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips locked together and his hands slid down to my lower back, pulling me closer to him to deepen the kiss.

I smiled against his lips as I reached for his towel, but just as I did so, the bedroom door slammed open and Draco jumped off of me.

"What did I say!?" Father's voice bellowed.

"I'm sorry! I was just getting ready to get her!" I responded as I adjusted my clothes.

His eyes went from me, to Draco, and back to me...well actually my neck.

"Seriously! The Dark Lord is stopping by today to check on everything, but you're hardly presentable!"

I honestly had to bite back a laugh and I think Draco was too. The situation was so awkward, but it was funny seeing my father take an attempt at parenting after not caring for me the other 17 years of my life.

"Father, it's fine. Now if you could let me out of the room, I need to get my daughter."

"Just quit being so irresponsible. I imagine you don't want another child just yet," he mumbled while he shot a cold glare at Draco.

The door slammed shut and Draco and I both started laughing.

"He acts as though he didn't act the same way when he was 17," Draco chuckled as he stepped into a pair of slacks.

I grinned at him and shook my head. "Don't give me that thought. That's my father we're talking about."

Draco returned the smile as he buttoned up his shirt and opened the door for me. "We better go get our little bundle of joy," he said rather sarcastically.

Sure enough, when we opened the door to the nursery, Cordelia's cries filled the air.

"We are terrible parents," I mumbled as Draco scooped her up from the crib.

However the second he embraced her, she seemed to stop crying.

"If we were terrible, she would hate us," he said as he rubbed her back.

"But we left her to cry!"

He shrugged and began to walk back to our room. "She can toughen up," he said mockingly.

I shook my head as we climbed back into bed. Draco set Cordelia between us. I opened a book as he played with Cordi, making faces, tickling her and such.

"I love her so much," he whispered after a while.

"And she loves you," I responded while turning the page in my book.

He smiled and scooped up Cordi before laying his head in my lap.

"I want another one."

I folded the corner of the page in my book and set it down.

"If we ever get out of this mess, I would love that," I responded.

"Good. I love Cordelia, but a boy would be nice."

I giggled as I ran a hand through his hair. "You are such a girl dad! If we have a boy, he will be a mummy's boy for sure."

"Maybe so, but I want someone to carry on the Malfoy name, so."

"Fair enough. Now, are we ever going to finish what we left off on earlier?"