Chapter 10
Draco Malfoy was, *without a doubt*, the most spoiled person on the planet.
And the *worst* part? He *absolutely* deserved it.
Harry had spent the last twenty years ensuring his husband lived like *royalty*, but it wasn’t just him anymore. Their *four children*—three sons and one daughter—had *completely* taken after their father in one key aspect: their absolute *adoration* for Draco.
Harry wasn’t even jealous. It was hard to be when Draco was currently draped across a cushioned chaise on their private island, *four grown children* fussing over him like attendants to a king.
"Father, I brought you fresh mango slices" their eldest, Scorpius, announced, holding up a perfectly arranged plate.
"And I mixed your favorite iced tea, Papa," added Cassius, their second son, who had inherited Harry’s hair but Draco’s flair for dramatics.
"I fluffed your pillows" Alaric, the third-born, chimed in, beaming with pride.
But the *final blow* came from their youngest—Celeste, their only daughter and an undeniable Daddy’s Girl—who climbed into Draco’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with a sweet, "I love you most, Papa."
Draco sighed contentedly, running his fingers through her platinum hair. "My sweet children. You *truly* are perfect."
Harry, watching from his own lounge chair, raised a brow. "You *do* realize they’ve just completely taken over my job, right?"
Draco smirked, lazily running a hand through his still-perfect blonde hair. "*Well, you *are* getting older, darling. I simply needed reinforcements"
Harry *gasped in offense*, but before he could retaliate, Celeste giggled and pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s cheek. "Don’t worry, Daddy. We’ll take good care of Papa forever!"
"Of course we will" Scorpius agreed, nodding seriously. "It’s our duty as Malfoy-Potters"
Cassius grinned. "We were *raised* to spoil him"
Alaric smirked, throwing an arm over Harry’s shoulder. "Sorry, Dad. You’re outnumbered"
Harry groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "This is ridiculous"
Draco hummed, sipping his iced tea, looking entirely too smug. "This is perfection"
Harry sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back, watching his family—all his. Draco, radiant as ever, basking in the attention; their children, each one a force of nature, devoted to their Papa.
Maybe he had lost the battle, but honestly?
He had won in the end.