@drarrymicrofic | words: 420 | prompt: welcome
“Hey there, beautiful,” Harry drawled casually, pressing a kiss to Draco’s cheek as he greeted him in the doorway. “You remember Tara from work? You met her and her wife Manuela at the Christmas party.”
Draco nodded in vague recollection as he helped pull Harry’s coat off, hanging it on a nearby hook.
“Well they have to make a last minute trip up to Manchester for some sort of family emergency and she wanted to know if we’d look after Carlos for the weekend—I’m sure you remember seeing pictures, those two can never shut up about him!”
Draco didn’t, but he nodded anyways, ecstatic at the notion of taking care of a little one with Harry for the whole weekend. They had been talking about starting a family for the past few months and baby fever was starting to take over.
“Lovely, I figured you wouldn’t mind. I’ll let them know,” Harry grinned, giving him a quick peck before grabbing a quill and some parchment.
“So how old is Carlos?” Draco asked, eager to find out everything there was to know about the little tike.
“Eight, so he’s more mature.”
Draco nodded; he himself had been quite mature by eight.
“And what does he like to do for fun?”
Harry hesitated for a moment before responding, “er… go on walks?”
Draco chittered—he loved walks too!
Once he finished pressing Harry for information, he ran up to his office to begin prepping immediately.
When Harry went to check on him later, he found Draco scribbling away on some banner:
Welcome Carlos for a Weekend of Fun and Festivities
Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at Draco’s theatrics—not that it ever surprised him anymore. He chose not to question it, but did tease him lightly.
“It’s beautiful. Though, he won’t be able to read it, honey,” he pondered, running a hand through Draco’s hair before leaving him to his antics.
His heart bled for him. He remembered how hard he struggled with dysexlia when he was a kid. Did his parents not know about the spells available to help with it? He’d be sure to have a word with them when they dropped him off.
Draco rushed through the door Friday evening, arms filled with the groceries he had purchased for the special dinner he planned to make.
“Sorry I’m late! I just had to stop by the—”
He gawked at the furry thing sprawled across Harry’s lap.
