Little Severus James Potter-Snape kicked his legs happily in his cot. His world was perfect; Daddy and Papa took care of him. Sevvy was sure that was their sole duty.
Daddy missed when he had rolled over this morning, Sevvy giggled, as he was busy making funny sounds with Papa. Did Daddys need their nappies changed, too?
His plushie wasn’t in his cot, Sevvy saw. It was a dragon, Daddy said. A Hungarian Horntail, Papa told him. Sevvy just wanted his toy.
He held out his hands, demanding his cuddly toy, and suddenly it was there. Sevvy squealed in delight.
Severus removed Harry’s sleep-pants as he slid down the delectable body. Saturday mornings were for lie-ins, and he was taking advantage of the baby playing quietly in his cot. Stroking his fingertips along the warm skin, he followed with his lips, before lavishing attention on the neediest flesh.
Summoning the lube, Severus stretched his husband, love-filled emerald eyes watching. Breathless, Severus slid into the tight heat, thanking whatever deity allowed him to find love in this beautiful person. A home, Harry who he loved beyond measure and an intelligent, healthy baby were blessings Severus had never dreamed could be his.
Hot and intense, Harry’s shout of completion was muffled by his fist, as he felt Severus climax. He slumped back, breathless.
Who could have guessed two unloved children would find each other, still filled with love no one else wanted. Thankful that they had recognized the need in the other, Harry was grateful to have the two things he’d always craved: someone to love him and a family. Severus and Sevvy filled his needs.
Opening his eyes, hand carding through raven hair, Harry watched a black toy dragon soar over the bed to settle gently in their son’s cot.