*/ put the blame on me

[DRAVEN ABRAXAS MALFOY]

It seemed to fly by the five months. The embarrassing fact that he figured out that Ryleigh’s twins were his own and to tell her that fact in person. Especially after he saw Graham Montague, a cousin and his big sister’s best mate talking to Marcus Flint about how scared he was about having sons. Over hearing that, he had to tell Ryleigh. Sucking in a breath, he leaned his head on his locker in the Wasp home field. Why was his mind on this particular subject? It had been for a while though the fact he was now a father. That in fact at nineteen scared the hell out of him. He had been talking to his family about this. It was grand they were supportive; his mother was excited to have grandchildren. He had moved out of the Malfoy Manor. He had gotten his own place in London. He was proving to his father that he could make it on his own, that he could work, and pay his own bills. It was unspoken challenge from father to son. Though at any moment he knew if he needed help he could ask. With Draco out of the manor, it seemed that it was time that he had to spread his so called wings and see if he could make it on his own. He enjoyed it so far, the privacy. The idea out of the manor that he could stay up as late as he wanted, and do anything . He did miss the fact that he could talk to his mother at three o’clock in the morning when he was getting a glass of water. When he had a lot of on his mind during the summer or even recently.

But going to see Ryleigh after work seemed like an very day thing. He wanted to see Greyson and Micah. It had been like this since the boys were born. It was the fact since Ryleigh and Draven never really spoke about living together. Draven assumed she wanted to be independent with the boys. It was totally understandable. Draven told Ryleigh that he would be around. And he had been true to his word. After a match normally he would take a quick shower so he didn't smell of sweat and anything else of the field. That the girls would tend to smell it. Though something about the male nose he couldn't fathom what it was. Quickly getting dressed, buttoning his gray shirt and rolling up his shelves because it would often drive him mad if his shelves seemed to pick at his wrists. And tossing on his jeans. Finishing up his dressing as he was lost in his own thoughts. These boys were a handful. He didn’t exactly have much expectation of what the babies were going to look like. Leaving the pitch it was a simple good bye, he was about the second one to leave. Everyone on the team was aware of the new bundles of joy that Draven had. So it was nice to have support from the team he played with. When he went outside he simply thought about the window place that Ryleigh lived in and eventually opened his eyes to be standing at her front door. He was taught it was rude to apparate into a location uninvited. Draven assumed that Ryleigh was almost suspecting him.

With the few paces to the door, as he stood in front of it. As he knocked on it. And than he winked toward his hand as a large bouquet of white daisies appeared in his grasp. He was semi-good at wandless magic. And currently working with himself to do things as having things appear in his grasp. A Malfoy could normally never have the patience. But he assumed one of her house elf’s would grab the door. But he gave it an extra few minutes since with the boys in the house he sure it was chaos.

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