Nothing In This World (BEING EDITED)

XLV.

Chapter XLV: What to Expect When You're Expecting
Warning: Strong language and male pregnancy

Two months ago
Middle of July

"Percy Ignatius Weasley-Malfoy, I'm not fighting with you this early in the morning," Arthur said shakingly. He gathered the dirty laundry and walked down the hall to the laundry. It's been nearly two months since he'd gotten sick, and as the day went on, it only seemed to get worse.

Percy followed closed behind arms folded across his chest. "Please, it's just a week, I promise I'll come back if anything feels off."

"I know it's hard to hear me cause it feels like I'm stuttering, but my answer is still no. With the threat of Voldemort growing stronger every day, I'm not sending my son to another country to do whatever he pleases." He stopped what he was doing and turned to face his son. He placed a shaky hand on the boy's cheek and smiled softly. It didn't go unnoticed by him at how Percy flinched and took a slight step back. "I know it's not fair, but as soon as Harry gets back from Paris, no one is going anywhere."

"Good to know you don't have favourites, Dad." Percy took several steps back. He wasn't mad that he wasn't allowed to go on a little vacation by himself. He was angry that Harry got to do whatever he wanted just because he was with Snape now. It wasn't fair that they had to stay put while Harry was off in France somewhere.

Arthur's hand returning back to his side. He continued to do laundry, ignoring the churning in his stomach. "I'm sorry you feel that way, baby, but if it's a fight you're looking for, go find your Papa. I'm so not in the mood."

"When aren't you in a mood. Lately, it's Harry this Harry that. What about us? What about me?" He asked, voice raised. "You choose Harry over me and I'm your fucking biological child."

"Listen here, you spoiled, entitled little shit," Arthur points a finger in his face. He and Lucius always promised that they'd never hit their children or raised their voice in a way that would make their kids scared of them. As he looked into Percy's eyes, Arthur's resolve softens and he takes a deep shaky breath. "Contrary to what you may think, I love everyone of you equally. Yes, Harry is in France with Severus because they are doing wedding stuff with Tom and Marcus. It has nothing to do with biological blood or anything like that," he paused, taking in a sharp breath, "I know you think Harry has this special treatment, but that's the complete opposite. I'm disappointed that you would accuse me of something like that."

"It's not like I'm lying. Everyone sees that you treat us differently than you do with Harry." Said Percy. "We're your kids too, but that never seems to matter when Harry's around."

Arthur groaned, throwing the remainder of the laundry in the wash. He stands up quickly regretting his actions as wave of nausea hits him and he staggered backwards. When he finds his footing again, he stared into defiant blue eyes. He doesn't say anything for a while not sure he'd be able to contain his anger. When he was calm enough he said, "Like I told Ron when he threw a fit about this, Harry and Severus literally can't be apart for more than three days or this stupid fucking bond will kill them. I'm not sure what you aren't understanding." He saw tears well up in Percy's eyes and pulled his son into a hug and whispered, "I know it feels like I love Harry more, but that's not true." He pulled back, "Do I let him get away with a lot of things, yes I do. He's the youngest of seven, of course, and he's going to be spoiled."

"Can I go if Bill comes with me?"

Arthur sighed, "I'll talk to your Papa about it. But watch the way you speak to me. You are allowed to tell me how unhappy you are, but I still deserve respect."