Malfoy Mannor: Christmas

[gorgonfondness]

Two pairs walked up to the doors of Malfoy Manor.

First were grandmother and grandson walking hand in hand, though Cepheus soon let go of Lemia so that he might chase the peafowl. Their only warning is the gleeful cry of, "Hi birdies!"

Second were husband and wife, Draco chuckling and holding Mia just a bit tighter as they watched their son run around the grounds.

"Cepheus, come back, sweetheart!" Lemia calls as Mia and Draco join her. "It's time for you to come see your grandmother and grandfather."

"No!" he cheerfully replies, still running around.

Lemia shakes her head and keeps her eye on him as the commotion draws Narcissa to the door. Draco comes forward to greet his mother. He's shortly followed by Mia, who gives her mother-in-law a hug. It was an unusual hug for two reasons...

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[gorgonfondness]

"Unless you want me to eat in bed, I'll have to get up anyway," she tells him. "Besides, what would your parents say if you were up cooking for me at this hour?"

[dragonofgrey]

He rolled his eyes as he moved the covers away from his side.

"For Merlin's sake, I have my own children now, I don't care what they say to it. They are probably asleep anyway."

[gorgonfondness]

She was going to protest that they were at his parents' house and they might not appreciate eating in bed. But if he's fine with sleeping in a bed that will likely smell of late night snack, then so is she.

Mia lets him go and busies herself with a book from the nightstand while she awaits his return.

[dragonofgrey]

That's why there's cleaning charms though. No fuss or muss. Draco got up, and made a brief stop to make sure Cepheus was sleeping peacefully. He then made his way down to the kitchen to cook. Several minutes passed, including time for the steak to rest. He then brought up a flank steak salad to the room.

[gorgonfondness]

Once the aroma of the steak reached the bedroom, there's an audible moan of gustatory pleasure from Mia.

"Sweetheart, you did good," is the next thing out of her mouth as she puts the book down.

She carefully situates the plate on top of her blanket-covered belly and digs in.

"You know, if I had never had gunfoot steak before, I'd say this is it," she compliments between bites.