alisanne (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alisanne) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snarry100,@ 2006-10-19 16:05:00 |
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| Current location: | doing chores |
| Current mood: |  rushed |
| Entry tags: | challenge 28: home |
snarry100 Challenge 28: Home
Original poster: lilyeyes
Title:Coo
Author: lilyeyes
Rating: G
Word Count:100x3
Warnings: MPreg, fluff
Challenge: #28: Home
Beta: irisgirl12000
Disclaimer: Not mine – just playing with them
Another in the Breathe series
Severus
Severus stepped into the quiet room and sighed as he leaned back against the door that barricaded home from the outside world. A soft coo drew his eyes to the plush rug in front of the blazing fire and his eyes softened. Little Severus lay kicking his romper-clad legs, and an exhausted Harry slept curled around him.
Moving silently, Severus knelt down beside the pair. His son gurgled happily as Severus stroked a finger over the downy cheek, a tiny hand wrapping around his papa’s finger.
Severus was mistaken; it was not the place, but these two who defined home.
Severus James
He made happy noises, joyfully kicking his legs. Daddy lay beside him, his breath tickling Severus’ ear and he cooed in delight. His tummy was full, his nappy dry and he was warm. Daddy kept him that way.
A finger stroked his cheek. Severus knew the gentle touch, saw the beloved face, cooing as his papa’s dark eyes watched. He grabbed the finger, pleased with himself, and told Papa so. Those eyes were warm, even if Papa did not grin at him like Daddy.
They were his, he knew, to take care of him and love him. He was home.
Harry
The baby’s happy noises changed, becoming delighted gurgles. Harry smiled, feeling the presence of his husband. His weary eyes didn’t want to open: two months of feedings every few hours were taking their toll. A hand carded through his hair, and one eye opened to see little Severus gnawing on a potion-stained finger, Severus leaning over them. The baby kicked and cooed.
Harry turned his head slowly, and those obsidian eyes moved from their son to him. His breath caught in his chest. There, in the dark eyes filled with unconditional love, was his whole world.
Harry was truly home.