Recovery

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The preacher smiled and lend down to Johnny. "Somebody is going to be a tall, healthy boy isn't he?" He said and Johnny giggled, holding onto his Daddy hand. "You butt, head!" Mary joked, hit locked her arms around Thomas. She was in a bit of a fancy dressed, and she wasn't alone. Zachary shown up in a suit of his own. "Is there anyway you can wait, ten minutes?" Mary asked. "Sure." The preacher smiled lightly. "I really didn't want to make this big deal." Thomas said. "Because you were worried about what I thought. I told you, it's fine. Harry and Draco are bringing the rest of the kids. Ruth will have this cute little mask on because Willow is still high risk, but yes, I'm fine with it." Zachary said, before letting out a noise when Thomas held onto him tightly.

The small chapel filled quickly with everybody and the preacher was okay with Ruth, who was felling a little better, throw some flowers down who giggled.
Thomas and Jasper were married on January 22nd.

Zachary handed Christopher a photo book two weeks later and February 5th. Christopher turned on the lamp beside the bed and opened it. It was an ultrasound, Zachary. "Is this a joke?" Christopher asked. "I wish it was, Chris. The doctor I was sent too, said It doesn't matter your on a wheelchair, if you get off, I should of know but hell, He was just being an ass anyway because I'm fifteen! You seemed so convinced-" Zachary started. "The doctor sounded pretty certain I wouldn't be able to father children, Zachy. I wouldn't lie about that." Christopher said. "I...know. I just...I don't know what they'll say...and because I'm not sixteen I can't get a job...so..." Zachary whispered. "Well...need their help." Christopher said, pulling Zachary to sit with him on the bed. "Have...you told anybody yet?" Christopher asked. "Mary...she went with me, but she's my twin..." Zachary said softly. "No, I get it. Just...When they get angry..." Christopher whispered. "We are safe. We won't get hurt, I know that." Zachary said. 

It was later that day when Zachary stood at the stove pouring himself a cup of tea after asking Harry and Draco to meet him in the kitchen. Draco knew Zachary hasn't been feeling the best and went to the doctor without him. The doctor said because he was fourteen plus, he didn't have to have his parents in the room or even there. He could be responsible for his own medical conditions. Harry was in the blue. With just being back home and then Willow's diagnosis, he really hadn't been focused very much on the other children, himself or even Draco. His medicines were just starting to work at their full effects. Harry was feeling like himself, Harry.
Zachary pulled the out the copy of the ultrasound, he asked the doctor to print off and just laid it on the table. Harry picked it up to see if it was his name, or Christopher's name on it, before Draco grabbed it. "I thought I was clear about all you children using some come of protection. I get Thomas had a baby, and is having a baby, but he is also eighteen and can work if needed to." Harry said. "Christopher was certain he couldn't father kids, and it's not like we haven't been sleeping together for a while now." Zachary said, a bit upset. "Your fifteen, Zachary. That puts the financial responsibility on Your father and I. I know you know that." Draco said. "Yes...but what the hell am I suppose to do then?" Zachary cried. "Go to you room for now, Zachary. Draco and I are going to your next appointment, when is that, exactly?" Harry asked as Zachary got to his feet. "Weekly, Mondays." He whispered. "We go with you and this is something the four us of is going to have to figure out. Go." Draco said.

Harry let out a sigh, dropping on the bed. "I should of expected that." Harry said. "Harry, he's fifteen." Draco said. "I know he is fifteen Draco. He turns sixteen during the summer, before the end of the pregnancy. We have to talked to them about if they are wanting to keep their baby or not." Harry said. "You don't mean..." Draco frowned. "Oh, no. No. He doesn't even believe in that, but adoption, if they don't want to raise their baby." Harry said and Draco frowned. "But...does that mean...we can't?" Draco asked. "That's why Zachary is going to get a job. If it wasn't for Thomas being in such bad shape, I would of let him. Zachary is healthy and the children Are going to have to take the responsibility of they want to keep their children. No, they don't have to move out, I don't want that either, but supporting their needs is going to have to be their responsibility at this point." Harry said. "Very well."

Zachary nuzzled to Christopher, upset, before he went to sleep. Christopher wasn't sure what to do. There was a couple jobs you can get at fifteen, but what about in a wheelchair? He didn't know.
Christopher found a library online that offered minors worker and called the manger. The manger said it wouldn't be a problem with him being disabled, but he would need to fill out information and get parent permission, or guardian in this case, to work the max, three days for three hours after school, and eight hours on Saturday, until he was sixteen. So the next morning he got a ride form Thomas to the library and gathered the paperwork, to return home and be filling it out by the time Zachary woke up. "Can...you give this to your parents?" Christopher asked, handing Zachary the paperwork for parental permission. "What's this?" Zachary asked. "I...need their permission to work more then Saturday at the library, until I'm sixteen." Christopher said.