Draco let her go, jaw set when she turned away. Not here, not now. Perhaps not at all. By the time she turned back, his expression was the usual calm mask as he picked up the last of the things from the table, carrying them to where she worked at the sink. “I’ll talk to Alyssa. She might want the twins to stay in her room, but I don’t think that’s feasible. It’s not large enough.” Being as that room was meant as a nursery, not one for an older child, but it was perfect for one small toddler who needed to be close to her father. “I’ll take them all out shopping to help me decide on a welcome dinner.” Then he would work while the children napped and played, and perhaps manage a few hours of writing. He would adapt; he always did, after all.
He touched her back. “I’ll finish this. You go do what needs to get done. Let me know if you need anything.”