Notes: I want to end with the story and not have my notes interrupt your thoughts so that's why I'm writing this here. THANK YOU to everyone who has read this story and to everyone who has posted a review about it! I never would have guessed my first story would have generated this much of a response, so THANK YOU! All I have to say about the epilogue was that I tried to end it warm and sweet like baked cookies! If it isn't... Oh well.
Draco smiled softly as the love of his life was baby talking the 5 month old baby, Rose. Her parents, Hermione and Ron, sat out on the patio a short distance away. To see Harry with his face lit up, playing peek-a-boo with the little girl, gave him a warm feeling.
Only a year ago, he found Harry beaten terribly, to the point of unconsciousness. Only a year ago, he fell in love with that man that he was proud to call his husband. Only year ago seemed like only one week ago. Time had really flown.
Eric was sentenced with the previous charges, the charges from the ministry for his escape and Harry even pressed his own charges against him. Just as the man stepped out of the protection of the courtroom, his first victim hit him with a terrible curse, giving him all the pain the victim went through while he's experiencing all of his worst fears, and then ended it with the killing curse. Draco thought the man deserved more suffering but was content with that.
Harry had changed dramatically in the period of one year. He never let go of that strength he found on that day and little by little he gradually turned into his normal self. He became the stubborn difficult and caring person he was before Eric and Draco prided himself on the fact that he was the reason for it.
"Harry," Hermione began, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Have you considered adoption? Looking at how you look at Rose, it's a wonder why you don't have children of your own."
"I know the reason." Ron said not wanting to be left out. "He married a man, it's anatomically impossible for them to have children."
"Wow. That's amazing. Six syllables. I think little Ron is finally growing up." said Draco with a smug look on his face.
"You're so childish."
"Coming from the person who finally figured out the reason why two men can't have kids."
"You two; will you ever learn?" said Harry turning his head away from the little girl with curly red hair and facing the other three. "Yes I've thought about adoption, it's just..."
"Just what?" asked Hermione.
"It's just not the same. I've never really had any blood related family and I know that blood relation doesn't make people any more or less like family but... I guess when I pictured having a child I thought that I wanted someone tied to me by blood, someone who had part of me running through their veins. I know I won't be able to have that but I don't, even in the slightest bit, regret that I married Draco and not some woman. I love him too much." Harry gave Draco a sweet smile which made his heart skip a beat.
"Geez. Why do I always have to listen to the mushy stuff? Can't you guys hold it in until your alone?" complained Ron, earning a small glare from Hermione.
"I think it's romantic that they aren't afraid to say things like that. A certain someone should be a little braver and say those sappy things in public," said Hermione, always sticking up for the couple. "Harry, could you settle Rose down for her nap?"
"Yeah, sure." Harry lifted up the small girl, who giggled when he did, and carried her inside. Hermione spoke when Harry was gone.
"Draco, I know this is long overdue but I have to tell you thank you. You were the only one Harry would let come close to him other than Eric and eventually you changed it so that he opened up to his friends again. He seems much happier and I'm glad that you were the one who found him because I'm sure no one else could have done what you did."
"Don't get your head all swollen over this but I agree." said Ron, with more than just a hint of reluctance.
"I'm glad I was the one too. I got to see my unrequited love again and soon after, it wasn't unrequited. I just wish that somehow I could give what Harry wants; a child of his own, related to him by blood," Draco sounded hopeless and like he'd been stressing over that.
"Harry did say he didn't regret marrying you, knowing that no children will come." said Hermione, trying to comfort him a little. Draco continued unaware that Harry was standing right inside the door and heard every word of what Draco was about to say.
"I know, but I love him and want to do what's best for him. He says he wanted kids. I know that some part of him, some bit of him regrets the fact that he chose me, and wishes he could have fell in love with someone who he could have a child with. I can't stand in his way of what he wants. If that means leaving him so he could have an actual family, then I might have to do just that." Harry couldn't stand to listen anymore.
"Excuse us, but we have to go home," said Harry and added, "Now," as a final measure. Harry grabbed Draco and with a flick of his wand, Apparated to the repaired flat.
"What the heck are you thinking Draco?"
"What do you mean?" He had an idea of why Harry was in a bad mood but wanted so much to deny that reason.
"'Leaving him so he can have an actual family?' You have to be kidding me! The last thing I want in my life is for you to leave me for any reason at all." He toned his voice down to something gentle. "When I married you, I knew that there was no way I'd have kids. I didn't feel disappointed because I was going to be with the person I loved the most in the world. I was going to be part of his family and he was going to be part of mine. That's the only family I will ever need."
"But-" Harry interrupted him, his voice holding the anger again.
"But nothing! If you left me, I know for sure that I would never love anyone else. That my heart would go with you. What? Did you think that once you were out of the picture, that I'd go find a woman and we'd have kids and live in a light blue house with a white picket fence, living a perfect life?" Again his voice switched to the gentle tone. "I would rather fight with you every single day than live that life because then I'd still be able to see you, hear you, talk to you, and know that you still think of me. Draco, I love you. If I wanted a child, there's always adoption."
"But what about blood ties?"
"I thought about it. You can love someone who isn't related just as much as you can love someone who is related and being blood related doesn't mean you love your relative. I thought about it when I laid Rose down to sleep. I didn't love my aunt or her family but I did love my best friends and their family as if they were my own family. I love you, and I seriously hope we have no blood ties because that would be a little awkward." Harry didn't have enough time to draw another breath before Draco's mouth was pressed against his own. Harry didn't hesitate to surrender to the kiss and wrap his arms around Draco whose hands were already cupped around Harry's face and neck. When they finally had a second to breathe Harry pushed him away so that there were a few inches between their mouths. He could still feel Draco's hot breath and had to control himself so that he didn't close the distance.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"You said I was the only family you'll ever need and then you said if we really wanted a child, we could always adopt and you'll still love it as your own. I don't know why but I felt so happy at that." Harry just smiled and let go of his control. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Draco's.
-2 months later-
"Harry! Where's James's blanket?" shouted Draco rushing around their new 4 bedroom house.
"Should be in the laundry."
"Found it." Harry smiled to himself. It's been 3 weeks since they adopted baby James. He was 9 months old and was the cutest baby Harry has ever seen. Draco seemed so much like a father to him already and Harry was the doting mother.
Harry stood up and walked into James's bedroom. Draco was leaning over the crib watching James sleep. As soon as he heard Harry he turned with such a gentle look on his face. He motioned for Harry to come and as Harry did, Draco's arms came around and held him close. Draco pressed his lips against Harry's temple.
"Harry, we have such a perfect child." Harry leaned his head against Draco's shoulder and smiled into his neck.