gorgonfondness | The Magic Guild: Father's Day

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.

Cepheus laughs a little. He must've done that kiss thing right because Papa's using his happy-sleepy voice.

Mia makes sure the tray is far enough back that Draco can hold Cepheus without causing any problems.

"I made a quiche for you. With sausage and truffles."

Cepheus reaches a hand out towards the tray.

"Cepheus supervised to make sure I did it right."

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."

"If he keeps reaching for our food, maybe we should start introducing baby foods to his diet," Mia suggests. "Do you think you would like that, sweetie?"

Cepheus answers by bringing his hand back to Draco to grasp his night shirt. He looks up to his father and goes, "Daaaaaaaaaa."

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?"

"Da?" the baby repeats.

Mia carefully sits back on the bed and looks at Cepheus, her face lighting up with excitement.

"Cepheus dear, are you talking to Daddy?"

"Da da?" he says again.

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

Mia keeps the food from spilling over. Cepheus hugs Draco back and says, "Dadadadada," a few times before blowing a raspberry and laughing.

"Our brilliant, beautiful boy," Mia says, beaming with maternal pride. "And on Father's Day, too."

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."

Cepheus presses his lips together like he's trying to kiss, too, even though he can't aim it yet.

"One day he'll even be big enough to pick out and wrap your presents himself. Speaking of which..."

Mia reaches down to the floor and picks up the present she set there.

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy."

"Dada," Cepheus reiterates.

"Thank you," He smiled and opened the first present.

Inside is the collection of herbs Mia got from Zhaan. Cepheus pulls Draco's night shirt over his nose and suddenly Mia gets the connection.

"Oh, the herbs smell too strong for you, don't they, dear? I was wondering why he was hiding his face in my robe when I got these. I thought he was being shy around the woman selling them."

Cepheus babbles into his Papa's shirt.

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.

"I'm sure he'll get used to it in time," Mia says, reaching to stroke the back of Cepheus's head. "It's probably really complex for him, too. That won't be as much of a problem when he gets older."

Mia reaches down and gets another present.

"He'll be able to handle these better because they're sealed up," she says, handing Draco the wrapped up set of oils.

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

"Lovely, thank you."

"You're welcome," Mia says, leaning over to give him a kiss. "And just one more, but this is for the whole family."

There's one last package, a smaller one this time, and two bars of soap are sitting in it.

"The honey-anise one is for us and the mint one is for Cepheus."

She picks up the one that smells like mint and Cepheus reaches for it.

"Apparently he likes the smell of mint a lot."

"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.

"Dadada," Cepheus says in agreement.

"You two should finish up breakfast, then, and have a nice, full day before that bath. I'm sure there's plenty to do together with all of Cepheus's marvelous toys and storybooks."

Not even half a year old and the child is already sure to be spoiled.

"And you'll have to work up an appetite later for the surprise Mummy made for Daddy to go after lunch."

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

Cepheus giggled at his daddy.

"Probably not what you're thinking of, but it will be one of your favorite sort of things," Mia says.

The Magic Guild: Father's Day

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