Farms

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Draco had a scared a couple weeks later, on February 24th.

It was a normal day. Draco went to the house Harry and a few others were working on, one that was suppose to be theirs in just a few short months. The snow was still falling, so Draco was buddled up again, standing by a tree watching everything go on. Draco really didn't understand the talk Harry and his worker friends were talking about. He understood farming, now building. He felt a little bad about that. A part of being a man was being able to do everything, but he didn't know everything. Harry had a way of making him feel better, at least for that little while.
The normal day slowly started to turn not so normal. His stomach was starting to hurt. He thought maybe he needed to eat, so he pulled out his lunchbox and grabbed his sandwich. Draco only made it a couple of bites before he frowned. Not only was his stomach hurting, now he was felling like he was going to vomit. He didn't like the sandwich he made this morning. It felt nasty in his mouth and just plain awful. So he shoved it back in the lunch box and put his lunch box back in the coolor. He wasn't hungry anymore. He was sick and hurting.
Draco eased down in the snow to sit by the tree, holding his stomach. He wouldn't cry, not with all these people around, but he knew something HAD to be wrong with his boys. He twin boys. The ones he had been carrying for the last 18 weeks. The ones that were slowly starting to get active inside him, making it hard to get rest at night.
Draco ended up falling until an unsafe sleep, that caught the attention of one of the workers.

Draco's eyes slowly opened, to see he was in a hospital room. He felt awful and like he really might vomit. Narcissa was sitting beside the hospital bed, with Peter on her lap, as she was making a new worksheet for the children. "...I'm...going..to vomit." Draco mumbled.
Draco sat up in the bed, vomiting into a small trash can. Narcissa pulled off his breathing mask, that was helping him breath when he was asleep and she patted his back. She hit the button to call the nurse into the hospital room, as there really wasn't much more she could do to help her boy.

A shot in his I.V. did settle his stomach, so Draco stoped vomiting, but felt much like death. Narcissa just eased her grown boy back down into the bed and clean him up a little bit, before tucking the heated blanket back around him. "...what's...wrong..with me..." Draco whispered. "They aren't fully sure son. The twins are okay, but they aren't too sure what's going on with you. Please, you have to rest, okay?" Narcissa said. "I...don't...know they are.....they...aren't...moving...like before." He mumbled, feeling the kiss on his head. "I'm sure they are just resting, but I'll get the nurse."  Narcissa said.

The nurse agreed to do an ultrasound to show Draco the babies to help aid his racing mind. Draco asked to watch a few minutes before his ma tucked him back into bed. "Your babies are growing well, Draco. We think all the days in the snow weaken his immune system, and he caught a big. That's what we believe anyway." The nurse said. "Are you sure they'll all be okay?" Narcissa asked. "I'm sure. A day or so and he should be back to himself." The nurse said. "Thank you very much." Narcissa said.

A few hours later, Draco was feeling more like himself and sat with Peter on his lap who was being a very giggly baby boy. Narcissa kissed his head. "I'm glad to see my big boy is feeling better." Narcissa said. "I'm...not even sure what happened mum...I felt fine waking up, and then I just didn't." Draco admitted, before little Betty pushed open the door and ran ahead of Harry. Narcissa smiled and pulled the toddler on the bed who was quick to nuzzle Draco. She understood Draco wasn't feeling well, and he needed some snuggles. Peter looked at her all wide eyed and let out a little noise. Narcissa chuckled and picked up her younger boy. "I believe somebody is being a jealous little boy and doesn't want to share is big brother." Narcissa said as Harry walked into the hospital room. A bandage on his hand. "Now Harry, what did you do to your hand?" Narcissa asked. "Hammer. Just a black finger. It's fine." Harry said, walking over to the bed. "Harry." Draco frowned but go a light kiss. "I'm okay. You on the other hand worried me deeply." Harry said. "I'm okay. I'm feeling much more like myself." Draco said, getting a light kiss. "But you wasn't and they still haven't told me why." Harry asked. "They aren't fully sure, as he doesn't have a temperature anymore and his colour is back. They think he picked up a bug with being out in the cold so much." Narcissa said. "You really should be resting, Draco." Harry said and Draco frown.  "I like being around you though." Draco said and Harry gave his head another kiss. "And I love you being closed by, but I don't want something like today to happen again." Harry said, easing to sit beside Draco in the hospital bed. "I'm sure it won't, Harry." Draco whispered, getting a light kiss. "You are going to have to stay home, were it's nice a warm. I don't want to have to worry about you or our boys." Harry said and Draco frowned, but nodded. He wasn't really happy with the thought of being home all day without Harry. "Draco, I'm sure we can find you something to do, to keep you busier during the day." Narcissa said.