Draco rolled his eyes while he brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand.
“I’m going to ignore that unhelpful comment.” He narrowed his eyes and examined his work. It really was far from perfect. Why wouldn’t the stupid icing cooperate?
“It looks nice.”
Draco put his hands on his hips, momentarily forgetting they were covered in flour, and scowled.
“Nice,” he repeated. “Thanks, Potter. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear after spending five hours on this thing.”
Potter sighed and put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It looks lovely. Well, maybe a bit scary, but… it’s a cute dragon.”
Draco felt his cheeks heat up and he slapped Potter’s hand away.
“It’s not a dragon, you imbecile!”
“Oh. Um… it’s a nice… hippogriff?”
“Why would I want it to look like something that nearly killed me?”
This time, it was Potter who rolled his eyes.
“It didn’t. Not even nearly. You really need to get over it.”
Draco snorted and picked up the piping bag. Writing something on the cake with this was so much harder than he had anticipated. And Potter watching him wasn’t exactly helping.
Maybe he shouldn’t have used so many colours to ice the cake. The writing was barely legible. This was such a mess. But he didn’t have time to start over. Frustrated, he threw the piping bag on the table.
“Why am I so bad at this?”
Draco hated being bad at something. Anything.
He felt two arms encircle his hips and Potter’s body pressing against his from behind. He rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.
“Why didn’t you use magic?” he asked timidly.
“You don’t need magic to do this,” Draco said quietly. “I wanted to do something like that for him, too.”
Potter said nothing to that but squeezed Draco’s hips more tightly.
“When did you become so sentimental?”
“Shut up, Potter,” Draco said and shoved him with his elbow. He glanced at the cake and sighed. “It’s a unicorn,” he said. “Well, it’s supposed to be a unicorn.” He reached inside his pocket and pointed his wand at the cake. Before he could say the incantation, Potter grabbed his hand and lowered it.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m fixing it,” Draco said, turning around to him.
“But you wanted to do this without magic,” Potter pointed out.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that was a complete failure.”
Potter shook his head and cupped Draco’s cheek.
“Draco, it’s his first birthday. He won’t care what it looks like. He’ll probably destroy the cake within seconds as soon as you let him near it.”
“Oh, so you’re saying I did all of this for nothing?” Draco huffed. Potter smiled.
“On the contrary. I’m just saying it doesn’t have to be perfect. It will be perfect for him no matter what.”
Draco snorted, his cheeks getting warm again, but this time, it wasn’t from anger.
“Merlin, you are such a sop!”
Potter grinned at him and kissed the tip of his nose.
“And you like that about me.”
Draco couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I guess I’m a lost cause.” He paused and looked at the cake again.
“Do you really think he’ll like it?”
“Teddy will love it. And we’ll take lots of pictures, so he’ll always remember his perfect first birthday.”
Draco snorted again.
“Soppy,” he muttered under his breath.
“Good soppy?” Potter asked, winking at him.
Draco chuckled and leaned in to give Potter a swift kiss.
One of my many fave things about this show is that nothing is typical.
In so many other stories Martin would be this macho control freak Alpha bullshit dude with exactly 0.5 seconds of Vulnerability ™ to give the illusion of depth before reverting back to stereotypical ways. In this show he recognises when someone else has the better info or a better plan than him and goes ‘Yep cool you’re in charge I’ll follow you’. Don’t get me wrong, he looks after his family, but he doesn’t need to be the boss all the time. Amanda needs to learn some weird shit? Nice, let’s hang out while that happens. That British guy has an idea of how to get into an awesome fight? Great, lead the way, I’ll bring my own weapon