Mia gently woke up Sunday morning from the light coming in from the window. It didn't take long for it to come to her mind that today she has work to do.

She carefully got out of bed so she didn't disturb Draco, went to check if Cepheus was awake (she caught him right before he could start fussing), and took him to the kitchen so she could care for him while she worked.

She came back some time later, her arm keeping Cepheus on her hip while her free hand carefully gestured for the levitating tray. The smells of sausage and Vanetian truffle quiche (an idea borrowed from those cooking television shows Draco seemed to enjoy whenever they were on holiday and a television was nearby) followed them in. The tray settled on the bed in such a way that Draco wouldn't knock it over when he woke up.

Mia carefully sat Cepheus against her propped up pillow so she could lean over, brush Draco's hair out of his face, and give him a kiss.

"Happy Father's Day, Beloved," she whispers to him.

Cepheus reaches for his Papa, so Mama gently supports him. The baby puts his hand on Papa's cheek and presses his mouth against Papa's forehead, just like Mama did.

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Draco made a quizzical sound in his sleep, and his grey eyes slowly opened. He yawned, and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"Mmm, morning Mia, and Cepheus. Something smells delightful." He was too sleepy to quite catch what the occasion was. He was tempted to take Cepheus, but there was a tray there which meant juggling it and their son would be too much at the moment.

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In that case, he reached for his son, and carefully held him so he could still eat with one hand and hold his son.

Cepheus reached for the bacon, only for Draco to gently move his hand away, "Ah-ah, Mummy will feed you if you're hungry. You're too little for some."

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Draco started to answer, but Cepheus response stopped him in his tracks.

"....Did he just..." He shifted Cepheus to stare back at him with wonder, "What did you say, Cepheus?"

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"His first words," Draco beamed and almost knocked the tray over as he hugged and kissed the crown of his son's head.

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Draco just had to kiss him again, this time on the cheek. He even rocked the baby a little as he ate his breakfast.

"He's growing so fast, Mia."

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Draco frowned at that, "He's acted that way when I've come from the shop as well. I guess he's rather sensitive." He tried to soothe his son's fretting.

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Draco opened the next present and studied them for a moment.

"Lovely, thank you."

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"Don't eat it son. We'll save it for your next bath, all right?" Draco had a sniff of the honey-anise, it has an intriguing aroma to it. Reminded him of absinthe a little.

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Draco was almost finished his breakfast, but he blinked, and replied, mouth full of food, "Shur-piz?"


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