Draco nodded, his mouth twisted with amusement as he listened to both girls chatter about their favorite outfits. He gave Mandy time to find things while he monitored the girls going through the bag to find clothing for Alex. A quiet admonition to clean everything back up had the bag neatly packed again before he followed the two upstairs.
There were questions pelted at him in French from Alyssa, mostly wondering why he was still wearing his trousers (because he had fallen asleep when she went to bed, if she might remember) and when had the Boots arrived, but she seemed satisfied and somehow took it all in stride that her friends and their mother were here. Once the girls were dressed, Alyssa crawled into Draco’s lap where he waited, put her arms around his neck and hugged him hard, whispering that she missed her Maman. He could guess where that had come from, as Alex worried for her own father and Alyssa remembered that hurt, and he simply kissed her forehead and told her he knew.
Once he was sure Mandy was done with her bath, and the children were all delivered downstairs, he retreated to the master suite and cleaned up as well for the morning. He decided on casual for the day, in jeans and a polo shirt, knowing it would be easier when he had to chase after three children in the house. He didn’t bother with shoes, padding down the stairs in bare feet, his hair still wet and pushed back from his face in a manner vaguely reminiscent of his childhood style.
He heard them before he arrived in the kitchen, and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Mandy and the children work. Alyssa cheerily directed where to find things in French, but language didn’t seem to be a barrier as the twins found what she pointed out. And Mandy... she seemed comfortable in his space, and Draco leaned against the doorway thinking that he didn’t mind it all that much.