Can you write anything about draco/harry reaction upon seeing their first born child? (p.s i always enjoyed your writing!)
There was something short-circuiting in Draco’s brain.
Because in his arms - in his scarred, weathered, imperfect arms - lay this fragile thing, gurgling up at him with the eyes of the innocent, its tiny thumb clutching around his finger.
And he had known, of course, that the first time he would hold his child it would be a… an earth-shattering experience, to say the least. He’d heard the stories of his father torn apart, crying with a tiny Draco in his arms (supposedly the last time his father had cried in near proximity of his mother) - he’d heard the myths about his grandfather crying when Lucius was born.
Still, he had told himself that it wouldn’t happen to him.
He’d always been cool, after all (not counting the, uh, stressful Sixth Year, but anyone would’ve been crying during that year so who could blame him?) and he thought that now would be no different.
Oh, how wrong he was.
He choked back a sob, trying his best not to break down and fall to his knees - what if accidentally dropped his kid? Oh god, his kid. This was his kid.
He was a father.
The baby had his eyes, sparkling with an innocence he was never going to get back, with a joyous sound gurgling in his throat, making grabby hands at Draco’s face - as if he wanted Draco to be closer, closer than the impossible closeness he already was.
Oh my god.
He didn’t know what kind of feelings were twirling around in his stomach, too intense and too many to name, impossibly high and overwhelming - staring at the baby, at his son with a strange clarity that, oh, god - I will give my life for this boy, no - I will live my life for my son.
“Draco?” came from the bed beside him, “are you quite alright?”
Draco laughed, almost on the edge of hysteria, and the dam finally broke, his cheeks staining with hot tears. “Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbled, feeling as though his heart would break through his chest because this tiny, fragile thing had won it over completely, “I have never been more alright in my entire life.”