A warm feeling flooded Draco the moment he opened his eyes.

It was a Monday. His favourite day.

He made sure to give Scorpius his morning feed, wondering how Astoria had coped with the night shift. He always felt dread that he'd awaken to see Scorpius laying neglected in his cot; sodden and starved.

But Astoria had surprised him, and seemed to take good care of their son, even if she seemed a little 'put out' by the whole thing.

In return, he'd made more of an effort to be attentive towards her, enquiring about her health and asking about her day.

She was even taking an interest in beginning to organise the christening, although it meant that when Draco had arrived home early one evening, he'd walked in on Diggory helping himself to a whisky in the drawing room.

Draco couldn't help but snarl at him, hating the sight of that smirking twat looking so relaxed in his home.

"He was just here to discuss the godparent speech," Astoria had explained as she hurried breathlessly into the room, "Daphne was supposed to have come too but Milo has a nasty bug."

The idea that Diggory was going to be his son's godfather made his blood boil with fury. But he knew he had to just grin and bear it for everyone's sakes.

He just needed to keep doing his thing; passing on information to Kingsley and pray he was actually doing something useful. If the resistance was any closer to defeating Voldemort, they weren't telling him anything. After all, he spent all his time in the underground with Blaire and Jack.

Fuck, he loved being with them so much; from the anticipation he felt first thing Monday morning to the way his heart would almost burst through his chest when he finally stepped into their underground home and saw them seated at the breakfast table, waiting for him.

He only wished he could bring Scorpius with him, to include him in this life he loved so much. But he was fearful of the effect it would have on Jack, especially as it was their time together.

And then, of course, he was afraid of hurting Blaire.

He'd never forget the pain in her eyes when he'd first told her he had a pregnant wife. And even though she hid it well, he could sense the same pain in her whenever Scorpius's existence was brought up.

He understood, of course he did. Just the idea that Blaire would ever have another man's child felt like a knife slicing right through his heart.

So he didn't blame her, only hated himself for not having looked harder for her in the first place.

But he'd finally found her, and because of that he refused to give up on her, on them.

Planting a kiss on Scorpius's head, he placed him back down in his cot and crept quietly out of the nursery, trying to ignore the stirrings of guilt.

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"Fancy some breakfast? Ron cooked pancakes."

I noticed Draco grimace down at the burnt offerings as he joined me at the table.

"Uh- you're alright, thanks," he muttered as Jack wriggled up onto his lap, "I've already eaten."

Liar, I mouthed, a smirk twitching at my lips.

He poked me in the side and I had to stifle a yelp.

Grey eyes glinted wickedly into mine making my stomach flip. I looked away instantly, feeling the risings of guilt.

"So what do you want to do today, little fox?" Draco asked Jack, ruffling his hair.

"Jackblack!" Our son cried, throwing his head back happily.

"It's called Blackjack," I reminded him gently, my heart tugging with love as Draco's eyes met mine in amusement.

"It just so happens," Draco murmured warmly, reaching into his trouser pocket and retrieving the battered old pack we used to play so often, "I had an inclination you'd want to brush up on your card skills today."

"You two go set up," I smiled, leaning across to kiss the top of Jack's head, "I'll clear up and make some coffees."

Jack jumped down off Draco's lap, grabbing his hand and eagerly leading him over to the sofa where they started setting up on the coffee table; Jack excitedly telling Draco all about his Fox adventures since he last saw him.

I watched them for a while, my heart filling with immense pride before I eventually retreated to the kitchen area.

Just as I was stirring the coffees, Draco came up behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back.

"Hey," he murmured softly in my ear. "How are things?"

His close proximity was making me giddy, all I wanted to do was turn around and embrace him hard; to feel him pull me tight against him and take comfort in his physical being.

"The same," I shrugged, stirring the coffees more vigorously. "How's Scorpius?"

I said the last part quietly, almost whispering it; desperately trying to ignore the familiar sting from simply acknowledging the child he had had with Astoria.

I hated myself for it, it wasn't the child's fault. Hell, it wasn't even Draco's fault. And he loved that kid like he loved Jack.

But it was difficult, being down here, not being able to be a part of his other world. A world where he was married to another woman and had a beautiful little boy with her.

Draco's hand wrapped around mine, halting the stirring of the coffee.

"I was lost without you, Blaire," he murmured, his expression so sad it made my heart still unpleasantly. "Suicidal, even. But when I discovered you were here, alive, it gave me new hope. You've given me life; Jack's given me life... and so has Scorpius. It doesn't mean to say I don't regret how it's all come about because of course I do, but I don't regret the three of you; I'd never regret any of you."

"I know," I trembled, hating the stinging sensation behind my eyes. "I do know, Drac."

I hadn't realised tears had escaped until Draco wiped them away with his thumbs, cupping my face in his hands.

"I love you," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. "And I promise I'll help find a way to make us a future. Just please don't hate Scorp-"

"I don't!" I said at once, pulling way from him; horrified that he could ever think so negatively of me. "I could never hate an innocent child, least of all your son. I just hate this situation. I hate that your wife hurts you and that I'm powerless to do fuck all about it. I hate that I feel constantly sick to my stomach thinking about how a woman like that is allowed to look after a baby!"

"I promise that Scorpius is fine." Draco implored, reaching out to take my hands in his. "I wouldn't leave him if I thought otherwise-"

"Who's Scorpius?"

Both Draco and I wheeled round, horror filling my heart at the sight of our son looking up at us curiously.

Oh, fuck.

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