Recovery

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Victoria woke up to her husband tossing and turning in the bed they shared. She assumed another bad dream, he had them a lot and knew he'd awake up soon. She went ahead and got out of bed, standing in her shorts and bra. The night before had been filled with a few activities and the pair went to sleep. She walked over to the dresser and got dressed for the spring day before she walked over to the crib in their room. Little Trey was still fast asleep. He was already three months old, getting very active with a lot of personality for such a tiny boy.
Like on cue, James shot up in the bed. He felt her hand on his back, and she went ahead and woke their infant. Tray made a lot of noises until James looked over at him. James gave the baby a smiled and took him into his arms, before the wiggly baby was sat on his lap, and felt the kiss to his head. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. "Not...so much. I didn't mean to wake you before I even wake up." James said. "I don't mind, really. I'm making a cake this morning, it should be ready by the time gray and Jennifer get home." She said. "oh?" James said. "I didn't tell you! She doesn't really want it celebrated, but she's 19 today." Victoria said. "Well, she did have a hard upbringing, maybe it's just hard for her to celebrate it." James said. "I'm sure it's something like that, but they don't mind a cake. She's been craving a lot more sweets since the last few months have started." Victoria said. "I'd say so." James said, getting another light kiss. "Come, I'll start breakfast." Victoria said.

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Victoria started breakfast, and their household coming Alive soon. Sky did his normal morning hug to James when he finished getting ready for the day, feeling the kiss to the top of his head. Sky was still a small boy, but a very smart boy. "Thomas is feeling kind of sick and Jasper is getting all freaking out." Sky frowned. "Jasper still has trouble understanding sickness isn't the same as it was. I'll go check on them." James said.
James opened the bedroom door hat his son shared with his husband, Thomas. Thomas still laid in bed, half asleep, running a small temperature. Jasper just sitting on the bed. Svetlana, a girl of seven months, wasn't really helping her daddy feel any better as she sat on his lap. Svetlana was still dressed in her sleep attire, sucking on her binky and Johnathan was playing with a toy. "Jasper, we talked about this." James said softly walking over to the bed. "I don't like anybody being sick, it scares me!" Jasper said. "I know it does, son. I remember all to well being scared to death I'd get to ill and leave you, but you have to understand we aren't they anymore. You aren't alone and Thomas is going to be okay." James said, easing to sit beside him on the bed. "You can't-" He started to say. "Jasper, a little bit of medicine and some rest and Thomas will be just fine, okay?" James said. Jasper frowned, but slowly got to his feet, putting their daughter on her hip.
James got Thomas some medicine, who sat up in the bed, getting handed the bottle of water. "Just...a bit of a cold is all." Thomas whispered. "I know, son. Jasper is just worried and it will be okay. Just get some rest." James said. "Thank you." Thomas said.

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A few hours later, Gray and Jennifer got home. Jennifer was greeted by an excited little boy, Johnny. Who had his new glasses on and most mistook him as a toddler, not a two year old, so the couple of friends they brought with them, for a small celebration. "Why hello, there!" The girl said as Jennifer got her big hug form Johnathan. "Johnathan is only two." Gray said. "My daughter is two, and she is much smaller." Said the second girl who raised an eyebrow. "Jonathan is two. Let's not be a bitch. I will kick you out of my house." Gray said, getting a hit on the back of his head. He wasn't aware James had been in ear shot. "I don't care what she may or may not of said, Do not call woman that." James said, Gray just huffed. "She's got a mouth." Gray said. "Doesn't mean you will, understood?" James said. "Yeah." He said. "Go help your ma set up the rest of the snacks." James said, getting walked by. "Now, you ladies are in my house. I'm not sure exactly what you've been told, but there's a lot of things I don't like and a few things I won't tolerate. There are children in this house and I'm not going to let anybody be disrespectful to anybody." James said. "She thinks she knows everything because she's eighteen with a five year old." Jennifer said. James paused, so he wouldn't be judgement. "You are in my house. Act like a guest or you can leave right now. Is that understood?" James asked. "Yes, Sir." She kind of mumbled. "Good. Family friendly program if you used the television and I'll turned the air on. You two ladies aren't loosing the sweaters." James said, before he walked away. "He's serious, isn't he?" Asked the other girl. Jennifer turned around, putting Johnathan back on his feet. The toddler hurried to play. "He is and he was once a navy man, along with a few other people who are coming. I told you this. You, are only invited because of your sister." She said and with a huff, the three girls went into the living room.

"Gray, I know your mama has taught you better then that." James said, turning into the kitchen. "You don't understand. Not everybody can just be talked to and changed or get used to how you are. she's a snot nose brat." Gray said. "Then why is she here?" James asked. "Because her sister, the smaller girl, has epilepsy and needs to keep on company of somebody who can handle her condition. She's a good friend for Jenn, but until somebody else gets here that is certified, she has to stay." Gray said and James let out a sigh. "I'll get Harry here sooner then. Teddy's coming too. He's waiting to play a song or two, she would like that, wouldn't she?" James asked. "Yeah. Teddy's real good. The music is pretty relaxing and she'd likes his company. His cool." Gray said. "Alright." James said, walking out of the kitchen, again.

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"Once my son gets here, you are to leave." James said. "I can keep my mouth shut." She said. "No, you can't. You think you might actually explode if you have to be nice. The only reason you are still at university is because your daddy makes your problems go away." Jennifer said. "Your son is how far away?" She huffed. "About half an hour." James said. "I'm just going to go then, she'll be fine I'm sure." She said, the door almost slamming shut on her way out. "Do you want to take part in icing the cake?" He asked. "I'm comfortable." She fussed and he gave her a light smile. "Understood, The boys will be here shortly and Gray says a couple more friends are coming." James said. "Yes, they are...but really, non of this was necessary." She said. "You are family, Jennifer, so yes, it was." James said. "Well, thank you." She smiled lightly.

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Harry knocked on the door and James opened it. Harry was alone, because it was a 19 year old party and Harry only came for medical reasons and James wanted to spend a bit of time with Harry. Talk to harry and see how he was holding up. Harry was having a bit of a rough time, not just with moring sickness. He was confused and worried. The blood work on his unborn 16 week baby, shown he was having a boy. It made Harry's thoughts worst because of it. Draco tried to reassure Harry it still didn't matter. He was their son, but Harry knew the truth and knew who the father was and that made it worst. The boy was biracial, the man who fathered Harry's baby was being charged by the name for his crimes. Draco still said it didn't matter, but it did matter. His son couldn't pass off as both of theirs, so Harry was somewhat back in the thoughts of adoption and Had looked more into a private adoption. Draco said he'd support Harry, but Draco, knew, just like Siruis and Remus, Harry wanted his child. Harry was just letting his thoughts take control because of fear.

Harry was hugged and followed his father into the kitchen. The sweet smell was welcomed and Victoria handed him a cupcake. She made some cupcakes for the tots to have when the cake for attacked by Jennifer and her friends. Harry took a bite of the cupcake, before answering the question he heard at the door by his father, putting the hand over his month to block the food in his month. "I'm okay." Harry said, finishing his cupcake.

A couple hours went by and Harry stepped outside. The freash air was nice as the sun was starting to set and he wasn't alone. James followed him out there. Harry, got comfortable on the swing on the front porch. The blanket grabbed and put on his shoulders. The temperature a little cold for his short sleeve shirt. James joined him and started to swing them just slightly. "Siruis called. Remus talked to him about your last phone call." James said. "So he sent you to stay and convinced me otherwise?" Harry asked. "They'll support you, you know this. Remus is convinced, however, your letting the DNA convince you to opt for adoption." James said. "Because people are going to look and know he isn't Draco's." Harry said. "So you are letting it influence your decision." James said. "I don't need your judgment." Harry fussed. "You know that isn't at all what I am doing, Harry. I'm trying to make you see, your letting what people might think, what people might say decided for you." James said. Harry was quiet, for a few minutes. "It's not...easy, either way." Harry said softly, a bit upset. A hand rested on his shoulder, proving a bit of comfort. "I know son, and I am sorry you got put in this situation, but you aren't alone. Not one bit. I want you to really listen to your heart. Not what people might say and think. If adoption is truly want you want, they will accept your choice, but make sure it's what you truly want, okay?" James said. "Yeah..." Harry mumbled. "Come, you should rest." James said.

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Harry went to bed that night at his father's house, thinking, at least right now, adoption was the answer for his son.