Deamus: The untold story.

Deamus: Part 2.

The common room was warm, the fire was lit and students were sitting on chairs, the floor and wherever their was space to be close to the warmth.
The chatter was loud. Usually, Seamus didn't like it too loud but tonight, he found it comforting.
He loved the physical and emotional proximity the common room provided. It reminded him, no matter how alone he felt he would never really be alone.
He felt a large hand caress his shoulder, he didn't need to turn see who it was, the feeling of the hand, the aroma of his pencils clouded around Seamus. He breathed deeply savouring his beloved's smell.
The Irish-man turned his body and pulled the dark eyed boy by his golden tie and kissed him passionately.
Boy, could his best mate do things to him no one ever could.
" Wahhhhhhhh."
" What was that?" He said looking around for the source of the cry.
" What was what?" His uniform clad lover said flirtatiously.
The cry became louder.
" That. Can't you hear that?" He screamed over the deafening sound.
" Seamus? Shay? " Dean said.
Seamus sat up bolt, grasping for breath.
" It was a dream. A dream" He told himself breathing deeply. 
" Shay, it's your turn. I went last time. Go." Dean commanded sleepily.
Seamus strained his ears. He heard the cry again.
He pulled back the covers with a swish and slid off the king bed.
The house was dark with early light creeping through the curtains, illuminating the room.
He sleepily stumbling through the landing.
His body on auto-pilot he made his way to one of the guest bedrooms.
The door was open a crack. It wasn't usually open he thought to himself.
Turning the brass knob he enter the room.
" Shhh. It's okay. I'm here." He said soothingly.
He walked passed the dresser and straight to a white oak crib. The crib held a screaming infant.
Seamus peered over the side, the infant stopped screaming when she saw his face
Their eyes locked, her chocolate orbs soaking his emerald ones. She smile her toothless smile. It warmed his heart.
" What's wrong, honey? Daddy and papa are trying to sleep." He spoke softly.
He reached in and lifted her, laying the small form in his arms.
" Need a change, huh?"
She giggled.
" Is that funny?"
She began reaching for him as she was laid down and her pink sleepsuit was unclipped.
" Arabella, please Daddy needs to change you."
She tried to sit up to get to his hair.
" Yes. I know my hair is very interesting. Papa thinks so too but really I need you to lay down." His change in tone, she new she had to stay still.
As he finished up, cold hands snaked around his waist.
" Papa loves Daddy's hair." Dean spoke to hai daughter.
" God. Dean, your hands are freezing."
Seamus exclaimed and Dean laughed.
" The bed's cold without you to snuggle." Dean said hugging the short man from behind.
" Your a sopp, you know that." Seamus laughed.
" I love you too."
He lifted the baby girl off the changing table, changed and rather sleepy.
" You tired sweetheart?" Dean cooed at the girl.
She yawned in response.
" We'll take that as yes. Night, night macushla." Seamus spoke laying the infant back into her crib.
" Sleep well, baby girl." Dean said tucking her blanket lightly around her waist and putting her dummy in her yawning mouth.
As Arabella drifted, Seamus and Dean watched over her thinking how a couple of months ago they never knew this kind of love and of how they would never let it go.
The force of their love was so powerful, it made them forget what ever plagued their pasts and it built a new gleaming bridge to their future.

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macushla- my darling.
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