An ENTERPRISING OMEGA

Chapter 73 : Christmas Day

Awakening with a start. Dorian was crying. Voldemort straightened up after slowly freeing himself from his omega's embrace to go see their little one. Who by screaming had of course woken his sister. Voldemort lifted the younger one while mumbling in Parseltongue, not quite awake for once. He carried him to the changing table telling him that there was no need to cry so hard now, that everything was going to be fine. Dobby, who must have heard too, was standing near the table, two bottles in hand.

Voldemort could have thanked him but he focused first on the diaper. With that typical question that must have come to all parents: how could a baby put so much in his diaper by drinking milk? The Emperor shook himself a little while wrinkling his nose slightly and he cleaned, wiped. The crying calmed down, Dorian shook his little fists while Voldemort thought about the face his subjects would make to see him get up in the middle of the night for his children.

He would look too human… It was better if they ignored him so as not to break the image of the invincible god that reigned over them.

“  There you go. You see, everything is fixed.  ”

Voldemort took a first bottle from the house elf and gently shoved the teat between his son's lips who began to suck the liquid with surprising speed. He had to remember that a baby of this age could drink and breathe at the same time, it was impressive. He picked up Yseult in his free arm, the little girl was starting to move a lot and she seemed ready to cry. Voldemort gently dissuaded her.

"  It's no use, I'll take care of you too. You know that well.  "

Voldemort was aware that by using Parseltongue so much, the ancient language risked becoming the mother tongue of his children. And he didn't care at all, on the contrary, it suited him very well. Yseult ended up on the table and as he began to open her bodysuit…

“  It’s funny that I find you sexy taking care of them.  ”

His omega's voice was slightly hoarse and Harry pushed him to get to their daughter to change her. Voldemort then adjusted his hold on their son to feed him well while observing his husband's disheveled head as his face was not visible to him, leaning over their little one.

"  You're looking for me.  "

"  Maybe.  "

Voldemort growled. Dorian hiccupped around his teat and he had to make sure his son wasn't already vomiting his milk, under his mate's sleepy laughter.

— That's not nice.

— Are you really the one talking about kindness?

Voldemort was relieved when Yseult's old diaper went to the dirty and Harry turned to him to kiss him chastely, while feeding their daughter. Voldemort obviously found that it was not enough but he had to be satisfied with it. His husband's green eyes gleamed under the dim light, Voldemort rested his forehead against his. They stayed like that for a little while, waiting for it to drink.

—You should sleep some more.

— Um… It doesn't matter for today. Merry Christmas, Thomas.

No big deal, huh? Voldemort didn't agree with that since they had to attend a party the night before and had only gotten back two hours ago.

— We can take all the time we need today.

— Sure. Do they sleep with us?

- If you want.

Harry smiled softly at him, Voldemort stole a kiss and proceeded to burp.

— Merry Christmas, Harry.

His omega's smile widened. Yes, this really would be the best Christmas of his entire life so far. But Voldemort wouldn't say it. Harry didn't need him to say it, it was all in their bond.