Raising Noah

Chapter 17

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Noah is well into 7 months and the cutest baby you will ever see, ice blonde hair thick and straight like his fathers, and a smile to equal his mothers.

The adorable infant crossed milestones with flying colours, his parents, on the other hand, need all the bloody help they can get

He struggled to keep his temper in check, "Again?"

She muttered miserably, "I'm sorry."

Draco complained, "It's been weeks, your son misses you, I miss you."

Hermione muttered unhappily, "I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

He sighed with defeat, "Fine do what you must."

Tossing the phone away as if it did him a great offence, he returned to his son's room and picked up the happy child from the cot.

Noah giggled and kept a chubby hand on his father's face.

Draco could not help but smile, he kissed Noah's nose lovingly, "Come on, they are waiting for us."

Narcissa looked over Draco's shoulder expectantly, "Oh, where is Hermione?"

He frowned, "At work."

She patted her son's cheek, "Her job is demanding, you need to be patient, son."

Patient, my arse.

He was about to snap in fucking half.

Narcissa took Noah in her arms and smothered him with kisses.

Lucius raised his head, took in his son's disgruntled state, and invited, "Draco, join me for a drink."

He handed him a tumbler with a splash of rich amber liquid and two crystal cut ice cubes.

After taking in Draco's anxious face, he asked calmly, "Are you okay, son?"

Draco sipped the liquid and licked his lips to savour the richness that lingered, "No, I'm not okay, since she started work we've been fighting, and she is never around."

Lucius smiled knowingly, "Do you love her?"

Draco threw the drink back and replied softly, "Yes I do, how could I not?"

Granger was an enigma, he loved peeling back the layers and gorging on what lay between.

Yes, that was a sexual innuendo. Focus man, you're talking to your father.

Lucius poured Draco another and they took their drinks out onto the terrace.

The older man advised, "You knew Hermione was a headstrong woman with a mind of her own, for you to expect her to change is selfish and unnecessary."