Your son Draco was- demanding, to say the least.

It had been a late night, with him coming in after a nightmare and waking up you and Lucius with his little whimpers. He was only five, but he knew very well how to get you two to comply to his pouty faces. He'd crawled in with his blanket and snuggled up to your torso, which made you shiver, especially since his hands were as cold as ice, but you let him cling to you like a koala anyways. The hours had been long, and just as you were about to truly doze off into sleep, you heard him bouncing up and down, shaking Lucius as your husband sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and brushing his ever so silky long, blonde hair out of the way. "I'm hungry, I'm hungry!!!" he whined, in that cute little voice. "can we eat now?" Lucius took a second to muster a response. "we could wait for your mother." Draco obviously did not like this, as he turned and started shaking you instead. "mama! Mama, I'm hungry, can we eat?"