[female reader, dad!draco, husband!draco]
Every morning your son, Scorpius, would wake you up at 6am with his persistent crying. Your husband, Draco, would leave for work at the ministry at 7am on the dot. Since Draco went back to work when Scorpius turned one, from 7am until 7pm at night you would have to look after your 18 month old son by yourselF, occasionally receiving a short visit fRom Narcissa.
It was impossible for you to love your son anymore, but ever since Draco had been taking longer shifts at the ministry, hoping for a promotion, and you had to look after Scorp for 12 hours by yourself, 4/7 days a week, you felt extremely tired and alone. By the time you had given Scorp his tea, his bath and read him to sleep, it was time to start your own dinner for Draco getting home at 7.
Draco wasn’t stupid. He knew you were getting more and more tired by the day. But he was so close to getting his promotion, and all the overtime he was doing was giving him an even bigger boost.
On a certain Wednesday evening, for whatever reason, Scorp wouldn’t eat his dinner, only through the broccoli back in your face; he refused to go in the bath, only splashed the water all over the bathroom; and you could not, for the love of merlin, get him to fall asleep. You had read him at least 5 different books and even tried singing for him, but he would not lay still.
It was nearly bang on 7 when you got him to sleep, and by that time, you hadn’t cleaned up, cooked dinner and from your pure pent up exhaustion, as soon as you closed the door to Scorpius’ room, your back slid down the wall in unison with the tears falling down your face.
You stayed there for around 5 minutes, silently sobbing, before you felt two warm hands land on your shoulders. You looked up through your blurry eyes and were met with the sympathetic eyes of your husband.
“What happened, Darling?” Draco asked, his voice laced with concern as he wiped away your tears. Even though you could hardly string a sentence together, Draco could assume that you had only play the perfectly put together mother role for a certain amount of time until you broke.
You felt him pull you up gently from your arms before his hands slid to the back of your thighs, picking you up as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and your legs around his waist. You let your face set in the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle your sobs.
He carried you to your bedroom and sat you on the bed. You watched his back as he walked into the bathroom without saying a word, closing the door behind him. You sat curled up on your bed for another five minutes or so before Draco entered and kneeled down in front of you.
He slowly undressed you, stating with your top and ending with your underwear. He picked you back up in the a=same way as he previously had, walking you to your en-suite. You found the bath filled with bubbles and water. He let you step into the bath and sink down, instantly feeling your muscles relax.
He bent down next to the bath and rolled the sleeves of his white fitted shirt up to his elbows, placing a kiss on your temple. He softly whispered in your ear, “You stay here, I’ll go downstairs and cook your favourite, and then we can stay here together, how does that sound, hm?”
“I’ll be back in a bit, Sweetheart.” He left a short, sweet kiss on your lips before leaving. He returned half an hour later with a bowl of tomato spaghetti in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. You moved further along in the bath, as Draco undressed himself, climbing in the bath, with you sitting in between his legs. He balanced the food and drink on the side of the bath.
He fed you the pasta, before taking a bite himself and repeating the actions. After the food was finished, he let you rant about how you were feeling, comforting you as best as he could.
After about an hour, you both got out the bath and dried each other off, climbing into tbed together shortly afterwards. You rested your head on his chest and your legs naturally tangled together.
Ever since you and Draco had began dating, his favourite form of, non-sexual, affection was skin-to-skin contact when hugging. It brought him an overwhelming feeling of home after a long day.
“Y/N, I promise that when I get this promotion, I’ll spend every possible waking hour with you and Scorp. Because I love you and him more than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you too Dray, more than life.” You mumbled, in a sleepy state.
