BANG!

It was in the nature of a cat to chase after birds and bring them home to show its master. It was spring and the birds were flying around the manor without a care. Their only foe seemed to be the cats that Elijah had insisted on getting when the children had brought it up. Now they were up in the trees chasing finches and thrushes. They’d wander down with the birds in their mouths and dump them on the gravel before waltzing in for their breakfast. It drove Mira mad but the boys loved it and Elijah had no problem clearing them up. Obviously it was awful but when the little sods wake him up nigh on every morning, Elijah couldn’t help but wish that something would shut them up.

Today though, something had stifled them but sadly, nothing could stifle Elijah’s sons who started up the fireworks at roughly five am. The first batch went off at ten past and the shrieks of frightened family members and staff could be heard from the kitchens that overlooked the gardens. The horses had whinnied indignantly and the laughter of the boys had followed soon after. Mira had slept through it – or at least she’d seemed to – so Elijah just cuddled up back to her and gone back to sleep. The second set of fireworks had gone off two hours later at seven thirty but there had been a few small ones beforehand, waking an already firework-riled Elijah.

It was this time that he got out of bed, separating the tattoo that had come together as they’d lain side by side. He rolled out of bed and rubbed his hands over his face before grabbing a pair of jeans and throwing his legs into them. Laden with sleep, Elijah mumbled something about going to sort the lads out and he stumbled out through the door.

The hallway was significantly brighter and it woke Elijah immediately. He blinked up at the skylight before looking down the hallway to see one of the doors open. The sleepy form of his daughter wandered out into the corridor, one hand scrunched as she rubbed her eye, the other clutching the teddy bear that Drinian had given to her. Her night dress was rumpled from sleep and her hair had come out of the plaits he’d done for her the night before. She lifted her head and looked at him, her face pinched with fatigue and distress. Elijah turned on his bare heel and met her in the middle of the hallway as she too had scuttled to him. Elijah lifted her up into his arms and she let her head fall exhaustedly into the crook of his neck. Elijah turned back around and walked briskly back to his and Mira’s room.

Elijah blinked upon finding the younger ones in the doorway of their room, fear written across their faces. Elijah gestured vaguely for them to go inside and they hurried towards the bed. Elijah watched as teddies and blankets were thrown onto the bed and aided the two as they scrabbled into the bed that clearly hadn’t been built for just two people in mind. It was for these days that Elijah was truly thankful for the stupidly large focal point of their room. He laid Alice down nearer her mother. The other two were quite content to curl up next to each other on the side of the bed that was meant to be Elijah’s. He smiled at the pirate jumpsuit and the monkey teddy but in the end the moment was broken as yet another firework was shot into the air.

This time, Elijah lost his tether. He took his wand off of the nightstand and waved it around the room, casting silencing spells so no sound could penetrate the walls. Elijah leaned over and placed kisses on each head before smoothing back Mira’s hair. He kissed the back of her neck and gently bit the shell of her ear before murmuring. “You take the youngest; I’ll deal with the boys, deal?” He kissed her neck again and pulled the duvet over the children so they were kept warm. He then ducked out of the room and headed downstairs to deal with Cepheus and Caelum.

Those who were up were eager for Elijah to sort them out. Euan and Finn were stood in the doorway, watching Cepheus and Caelum as they scrambled about, lighting as many fireworks as humanly possible in a certain time span. As Elijah passed, he whacked the two of them on the head. He stepped out onto the back doorstep and cleared his throat loudly. Cepheus and Caelum, still clad in matching pyjamas, turned, guilty looks already marring their faces.

“G’mornin’ papa!” Caelum exclaimed, his charismatic personality shining through as he tried to worm his way out of trouble; to no avail though as Elijah was quite sure one of his arteries were about the snap.

“Don’t ‘good-morning’ me!” Elijah exploded. “Get inside NOW!”

“But papa!” Cepheus was far more breakable and his grin soon fell from his face.

“You have succeeded in waking up the entire house and the whole of Scotland; not to mention your brothers and sisters! You don’t bloody think do you!? Get your sorry behinds inside and back into bed now before I kick you there!”

That got them moving and Elijah glared at both of them as they scuttled past him, into the house. He saw them disappear through the kitchen door when he finally came back inside. He wouldn’t be able to go to sleep, not now. Silence reigned for a few seconds but that was broken when the cries of babies could be heard overhead. Those who had gathered in the kitchen put down their mugs of coffee, stubbed out the first cigarette of the morning and gobbled down the rest of the croissant in their hands before moving to deal with their own children who had been woken abruptly by the boys. Elijah joined them also, knowing he could be at hand to Mira if their youngest had woken and a help to anyone else.

You wouldn’t have believed that something like this was the norm in Elijah’s house. Obviously there were normally a few less people but on a whim they’d decided to have a banquet of sorts outside underneath a marquee to celebrate the start of summer. Clearly Cepheus and Caelum were just a little too excited for the celebrations.


(OOC: So I came up with three extra children. So they'd have Cepheus, Caelum, Alice, another boy, another girl and I'd say another boy but that's up to you. He did use brothers as a plural so that's an indication I suppose. Any ideas for names?)

How had it gotten to this point? Mira loved the twins as if they were her own but for the life of her she could not bear their blasted fireworks. Especially this early in the morning. Waking up at five am was a sure way to put her in a horrible mood for the rest of the day. Even in Scotland (her supposed break from work) she found herself thrown out of a wonderful dream with the sound of popping fireworks. With a quiet groan she rolled over and Elijah cuddled up to her. Mira fell back into a peaceful sleep free of their six noisy children.

Too soon after Mira was woken again with the combined sound of fireworks and the movement of her husband. Mira heard him mumble about sorting about the boys and she lifted her arm and patted him on the back, half asleep.

Too soon, and with the sound of fireworks still going off Elijah returned. With him was Alice, Felix, and Micah. Amazingly Stella was still asleep (even though she was the youngest). Alice was placed next to Mira on their large bed and the other two were placed on the other side. Alice curled up to Mira at once, whether in fright or love she didn't know. Mira brought her arm around her daughter. Mira drifted off to sleep before she could ponder the situation.

Mira was woken almost immediately with Elijah's kiss on her head. This was a much more pleasant way to be woken then the fireworks. She smiled, opening her eyes with several blinks. "Mmm" she said looking up at Elijah showing she understood. Mira sat up, moving around Alice to not wake her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room at most of her family. Her life was better than she could have ever pictured. Filled with love and children.. lots of children. Six might just be too many. Soon to be seven. Mira hadn't told Elijah yet because she wasn't 100% positive but she had proved to be very fertile in the past. More kids. Mira shook her head in disbelief.

Though it was muffled she could hear the shouts of Elijah at the twins from outside. Mira slid her legs from out from under the covers and made her way down the hall to Stella's room. There she was. Her little angel. "Hey, princess" Mira cooed as she picked her daughter up. Holding the nine-month old in her arms she walked down to the kitchen where she found Elijah and several others. "How did it go?" Mira asked with a smile. Dealing with the twins could be difficult but luckily Elijah had practice with it.

Mira walked over to her husband and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Morning, love"

“You really shouldn’t shout at them like that; they’re only having a bit of fun.” Astrid spoke from where she was stood beside her husband and Elijah looked up from the newspaper he’d pulled towards him shortly after sitting down. His eyes tore from the blonde woman and rested on the more aesthetically pleasing person – Harry. Harry smirked at Elijah over his shoulder as he cooked the bacon he had in a frying pan. Elijah thanked Merlin this wasn’t the kitchen that the House Elves used otherwise Harry would have been prodded and poked mercilessly by now so they could take over. Elijah cocked an eyebrow at Harry and the brunette’s smirk deepened. His wife rounded on him, her hands clasping her hips, and Elijah smirked himself before dropping his eyes back to the newspaper.

“Back off, Astrid,” Elijah heard Harry say softly followed by the peck of his lips against her cheek. “Just let him do his thing.” Elijah heard her huff again and the slap of a hand against bare skin resounded around the room. Harry yelped and Elijah lifted his head again. He glared at the blonde and took his wand from his pocket. Harry snorted indignantly and pushed past Astrid. Elijah put his wand down on the table and watched from over the top of the newspaper as Astrid followed him out, no doubt already beginning her tirade – even if it was only mentally. Frankly, Elijah couldn’t stand her. Harry had married her because she’d given birth to his firstborn son – there was no other reason to it in Elijah’s opinion. He’d long since let Harry go but part of Elijah still held onto Harry with as much grip as it could muster; Harry was still his regardless of the vows and the rings. He wouldn’t ever mention that to Astrid – well, not again. He’d already had that discussion with her once and that had ended up with a slap or two.

“Have they gone up to have a shag or another argument?” Elijah sighed, annoyed, and lifted his head once more to meet the gaze of his cousin, Harry’s brother, Adam. “Sorry. I was just wondering.”

Elijah smiled a little and tossed the newspaper away from him. “Don’t worry about it, lover.” He shrugged his shoulders and lifted his feet up onto the table. He moved his head to the side and observed his cousin interestedly before tapping his own neck and gesturing to Adam. “The handy work of my dear cousin perhaps?” He inquired interestedly. Adam flushed pink just as Mira walked into the room. Elijah leaned back into his chair and put his arms behind his head. “So tell me, Adam...how many times was it last night?” Adam’s blush deepened in colour and Elijah laughed.

He looked over at Mira and spared Adam more torment for a few minutes. “They’re licking their wounds. They’ll be back down later – have no fear. Now...let me see my little Dora...” Took the sleeping child from his wife’s arms and leaned up to kiss Mira before settling Stelladora against his chest. He smiled and rubbed circles into her back with his fingers before just laying a hand down on her back, his breathing slowly lulling her back to sleep. “Onto more interesting subjects...Adam...” Adam cursed quietly, earning a laugh from his brothers who had taken over the cooking. “Soooo....Javier...was he...good?” Adam looked like he wanted to curl up and die at that moment and Elijah couldn’t help but continue to rib him. “C’mon, he’s my cousin and your lover. I might get a snog out of the Spaniard yet so do tell dear cousin!”

“Oh god Elijah just leave off will you!?” Adam snapped, folding his arms embarrassedly over his chest.

“Little brother,” Finn wrapped his arms around Adam and kissed him loudly on the cheek. “I have no advice for you...what I will say is that if Euan isn’t telling lies then Esperanza sleeps naked...just think about that before you go back to Javi.”

“Javi sleeps naked too!” Adam replied indignantly. The men in the room immediately erupted into bouts of laughter. Finn whirled around, punching his fist into the air before exclaiming for everyone to pay up. Elijah relented and chucked his galleons at his cousin just as Adam spoke. “You all took bets on whether he slept naked or not?”

“Yes and I won – as per usual. Drinks are on me tonight lads!” Finn exclaimed before kissing his brother on the cheek. “You are a God-send little brother! Now all we have to find out is whether little miss Esmeralda wears her knickers to bed or not and then we’re in!” The twins high-fived and Elijah laughed again. “Right...teas and coffees people?” Finn suggested helpfully.

Mira passed her little miracle off to Elijah. Where she felt insecure about letting Stella be held by anyone, the way Elijah's face lit up when he saw his baby made her feel completely safe. Elijah loved all of their children but Stella seemed to be special to him. It was probably because he had to deal with all of the boys all of the time. The twins were obviously the most difficult to deal with. The fireworks were just the beginning. Even eating dinner was a loud and messy affair. Mira hated to think of the trouble that they caused at Hogwarts for the teachers. It was amazing they didn't get more letters home.

Felix and Micah were much better behaved then the twins but were still loud. They liked to talk at loud volumes in their toddler way. And occasionally break toys and then scream at the top of their lungs. Felix was very like his father. At 3, he already enjoyed finger painting way more than any other kid she knew. He was good too. Up on the fridge where many completed pictures of flowers and stick figure families. Micah just followed whatever his older brother did. Micah also had his spot on the fridge. Only his flowers looked more like pink blobs and green lines and his families were completely un-recognizable. It was clear he had the artistic talent of Mira.

Alice was just like her namesake. This lead to more noise in the household.

So far Stella seemed like the only quiet Krum child. Mira hoped she would stay that way. If Mira had one more loud child she might just go insane. Though as a youth Mira had been a cold soul she just didn't have the heart to yell at her children the way Elijah did. For this she was grateful. Mira smiled at her husband as he told her that the twins had been dealt with. Perhaps there would be some quiet now.. for a few hours at least.

Elijahs cousins started back into the conversation as if Mira weren't even there. Not that she even noticed really. This was typical. Mira didn't have much love for them and they didn't exactly strive for her approval either. There were some in this household who she had befriended. Astrid for example. Much to Elijahs dismay the two women got along with perfect civility. Not that they were best buddies or anything, but close enough to seek out each others company every one so often. Mira also enjoyed talking to Adam. He was a bit soft spoken for Mira's tastes but he was perfectly pleasant. It was amazing how the house filled with Elijahs family. Mira sometimes felt lost in the mix of Krums before she reminded herself she was one. It still amazed her that she had ever thought she wouldn't be. This life was so perfect it felt like there could be no other way.

Mira sat herself in the chair next to Elijah's at the kitchen table, half listening to their conversation about Adam and his lover. Mira smiled along with the men as they all threw their galleons in. Mira didn't enjoy Elijah's betting, but she did enjoy the way he smiled with such happiness. It felt like forever ago they had been sitting in his dorm, listening to him cry about the long forgotten Chase Moor. "Tea please, Finn" Mira spoke out with a smile. She needed a little caffeine to kick start another day full of children pulling her in all directions.

As Elijah's cousins talked merrily among themselves, Mira leaned slightly to her left where Elijah sat. "Do you have another outing planned for us today, Elijah? I don't know how much more fun the kids can handle before they explode." She smiled happily remembering the kids laughter from the last few days. Just then one of those smiling faces popped up right next to Mira. Alice's blond hair was messy from sleep but she looked wide awake.

"Where are we going, Papa?" she cried overjoyed. Mira picked up her first born and placed her on her lap. She was getting big for this now and Mira could feel the extra weight for sure. It had been six years since she had nearly died giving birth to her daughter. It was a miracle that she had survived, the healers said. A once in a lifetime chance. But it was worth it to have Alice here now. The little girl had filled the part of her heart that the original Alice had left ripped open. Some days she didn't know what would have become her if it weren't for Elijah and Ali.

Dora was the little patch of warmth on Elijah’s chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her delicate skull and looked over to see his cousins bickering amongst themselves once more as Finn put the kettle on the stove. Elijah caught bits of their argument. It was, naturally, concerning their sister who had gone on a trip around the world the year before. Since then she’d found six ‘Mr. Right’s’ and had eight relationships based on the thrills of sex in public places. The letter they’d gotten a week or so ago told them that she was coming home, bringing with her the seventh Mr. Right. Apparently he was a blend of both types – therefore making him perfection. Elijah was sceptical but he wouldn’t fault her if she’d finally found ‘him’. As it was she was probably pregnant. That didn’t seem to surprise the twins either when Adam suggested it.

It wasn’t a moment later that Harry returned, his face thunderous. The lads quickly fell silent and Elijah smirked a little. Harry sat himself down in his chair and Elijah looked over at him, watching as his one-time lover dragged the Daily Prophet towards him in an attempt to distract himself. Elijah made to say something but he was quickly drawn away from Harry by Mira. Elijah swallowed and looked over at his wife who expected him to come up with some sort of outing. Elijah pursed his lips a little before glancing over at his cousins who were busying themselves with their task. He didn’t know what the kids wanted to do. He was more interested in family-related hijinks at the moment. It was times like these when he was talking about the state of dress of his cousins and while he was with Harry that Elijah forgot that he was a father and the head of the family; he forgot all about that. It made him feel guilty, obviously, but he didn’t think of it much at the time.

Thankfully he was removed from having to answer his wife’s doppelganger because Astrid hadn’t quite given up the theatrics just yet. She stormed back into the kitchen with Drinian in her arms. She made a show of slapping Harry and shoving the child into his arms before whirling out, leaving Caitlyn and Mikhail to stare at their mother with open mouths. Harry swore and got to his feet. Elijah would have made to go after him but he stayed wisely where he was. Harry handed Drinian to Finn’s wife, Mia, and stormed out after his wife, shouting at her once more and leaving the children to stare awkwardly after them. Thankfully, something else happened next, something that distracted all of them from the marital problems of Mr. and Mrs. Harrow.

Valantin came home.

Elijah didn’t know exactly how he was related to them. Well, he did, but it hurt his brain to think about it. Valentin was the second son of Avdotia and Niko Petrov, the latter of whom was the son of Draholmira Davoska who in turn was the daughter of Nikolai Davoska who was the son of Rada Krum who was and is to this day, Elijah’s great aunt. Valantin was the second son out of six boys if Elijah remembered rightly. What he couldn’t remember was whether or not Valantin was the Quidditch player or whether that was Dmitry and Valantin was the lawyer. Elijah’s query was answered when Valantin walked in, already dressed in the Quidditch kit of the Falmouth Falcons. Elijah grinned at him and Valantin gave a bow, his dark red hair falling into his eyes. He stuck his hand into the pocket of his cream trousers and produced a wad of box tickets to the match for that afternoon.

The Falcons vs. The Cannons.

“Tell me you love me,” Valantin boasted, looking around the room in search of someone willing to give him a little bit of the love he sought. When no one moved, Val made a face. “C’mon...don’t give me that. I busted my ass to get these tickets for you lazy arseholes-”

“Yeah I bet he did,” Finn snorted at his brother’s comment and Valantin glared before waltzing over to Alice, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Little Miss Krum, your daddy’s cousin, a.ka. moi, is taking you and your little family – plus whoever else wants to come – to a Quidditch game. How about it, Mi-Mi?” Val asked, looking at Mira. “I promise I won’t die and I promise you’ll all have fun. How often is it that you go out to see Quidditch? Daddy might even be forced to play, Ali, Merlin knows we need a half-decent Beater/Chaser cross.” Valantin winked at Elijah and there was a thump from above them, followed by more shouting. Valantin looked up curiously and grinned. “Trouble in Harrow Paradise?” He asked, followed by a smirk.

Quidditch was sexy. Well more specifically, Elijahs quidditch and flying skills were sexy. Mira had always had a childhood dream of Eli trying out for the Slythirin team. Mira had always appreciated the fine bodies of many of the players and having Eli be there would have been all the more reason to go to the games. But alas, Mira had spent her days in the greenhouses instead of the quidditch pitch. Luckily Elijahs cousin, Valantin, was determined to fill her adult days with more quidditch than could be good for one person. But it was also some of the most fun she had in her time of this Earth.

Valantin was interesting to talk to after what had happened when she was sixteen and he was fifteen. He had always fancied her a bit too much and just because of what had happened he seemed to think she loved him back. Krums loving Andersons was proved true once again. 

The event had been around Christmas time during Miras sixth year at Hogwarts. Elijah had been known to be going to the Yule Ball with Amelia Lyons and Mira had been rightfully upset. Elijah could sleep with whoever he wanted but taking someone to an actual romantic dance was over the line. No matter, Mira had returned home to Bulgaria for the holidays despite several invitations to the ball. Some would call it sulking, Mira called it seeing her family instead of attending a juvenile function with horrible dancing and below average food. 

Like always, the Andersons and Krums celebrated a Christmas dinner together. Seeing as both Elijah and Cecilia were at school, Mira had ended up spending the evening talking to Elijahs cousin Valantin and her cousin Blaze. For the most part it had been boring. A lot of talk about what girls Blaze thought were hot, the newest brooms the shops had, and the latest branch of the Anderson family that had just been added by marriage. Well into the evening Blaze had gotten bored and had left Mira and Valantin to go find more stimulating company. The new pair had taken a walk through the Anderson's gardens. It was not entirely unexpected when Valantin had kissed her under the willow tree. Letting out all of the built up hurt Mira had indulged the younger boy. They came back just in time for desert. 

He had loved her ever since. 

Even so many years later Mira hadn't had the heart to tell Elijah the whole story. Of course he knew anyway. Mira couldn't bear to add anything to cause trouble between people so close. Some secrets were better kept. But Valatin wasn't exactly great at hiding his fancy. He bought her fancy gifts, gave her nicknames, and made an effort to spend as much time with her as possible, despite her marriage to Elijah. 

Mira laughed and smiled at the man who not so long ago had been a boy of 15. "You're incredible, Val" she said grinning widely. Even though he caused trouble (the legendary fight proved that) he was still a good guy. Plus, Alice adored him. The little girl was smiling brightly at her uncle (well more like uncle 4 times removed on my mothers side type of thing). 

"Should I gather the others?" Mira addressed Eli. Even though she had been, um, confidant and, um, rebellious in school now the blonde found things easier deferring to her husband. Mira often found herself lost in the bustle of activity in their household and it was easier to just go with it and let Eli be the one to keep all of his stupid relatives strait. Not caring so much had done wonders for Miras nerves and she was much more calm and loving now than she had been as a teen. And less.. clinically insane. At least she hadn't lost her beauty (or vanity) in the transition. 

Quidditch was never going to be Elijah’s favourite thing in the world but it was a rite of passage every Krum man went through; for him to be considered a man, he had to play Quidditch at least once. Elijah had played for the Bulgarian National Team during his early twenties when he’d honestly had nothing better to do with his time. He hadn’t been the Seeker like his father had been and he certainly hadn’t been a Beater like he’d been at Hogwarts. No, instead, on his home side, Elijah played his preferred position of Chaser. He’d adored his time on the team but after Alice had been born, Elijah had packed up and returned home to his family; where he belonged. In all honesty, that had probably been the best thing he’d ever done. He was now in his element, with his children and fulfilling himself.

Valantin for once didn’t have a half bad idea and he’d be on his broom so there was no danger of him flirting with Mira. He didn’t seem to notice the fact that Elijah had married Mira. He didn’t seem to notice the fact that those children that Mira had given birth to were Elijah’s. The important details seemed to always slip from Valantin’s mind and it aggravated Elijah to no end. He didn’t want to hurt the poor sod. The confrontation in the mazes eight years ago did nothing to sway the redhead either and although Elijah hadn’t seen him in a while, he was sure Valantin still hung around Mira like a bad smell. It drove Elijah crazy but until Valantin married, there was nothing he could do about it.

If Mira and Valantin were going to flirt then Elijah didn’t fancy being around them. He rose to his feet, cradling Dora against his chest, and brushed Mira’s lips with his own. He pulled away and told her quietly that he’d round everyone up, and that she should stay and relax, before leaving the room. He vaguely heard one of the twins start to talk about whether Esmeralda wore underwear to be or not and Elijah smirked before trudging up the stairs once more.

When Elijah reached the landing, Astrid blew past him, fuming. He watched her disappear into another room and he arched an eyebrow in her direction before looking down at Dora. He kissed the baby’s forehead before continuing down the corridor. He passed Harry’s room and glanced inside. Elijah stopped when he saw Harry sat on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. Elijah bit his lip and weighed up his options before throwing caution into the wind and entering the room.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asked gently. Harry shook his head and Elijah bit his lip. “We’re going to watch that twat play Puddlemere United. Fancy coming with us? You’ll make it bearable.”

Harry lifted his head and smirked at Elijah before saying, “You’ll never trust him again will you?”

“He slept with my wife, Harry.” Elijah protested, shaking his head.

“So? I have slept with Mira’s husband many a time. She doesn’t hate me does she?” Harry retorted, rising to his feet and wandering over to Elijah.

“Yes and no,” Elijah replied hesitantly, stepping towards Harry. He reached up and cupped Harry’s face with his hand, supporting Dora with his other. “I’m losing you...” He murmured.

Harry reached forward and lifted the crucifix off of Elijah’s chest. He brought the symbol to his lips and kissed it before letting it fall and dropping his eyes to Dora.

“I’m old.” He admitted quietly.

“Aren’t we both?” Elijah chuckled.

Harry smiled a little. “Death is catching up with me, doe eyes. I can’t stand much more of this world. I have so very little to live for now.”

“What about your children?”

“Astrid will leave. You’ll stand by them won’t you?”

“Harry...just...just...divorce her.”

“And do what with myself?” He questioned, his voice broken and tired.

“Be happy.”

“How?” Harry sighed.

“I don’t know!” Elijah whispered. “Grow a moustache or something -” Harry laughed at this. “- And come to the game...please?”

Harry sighed. “Alright. Now bugger off and let me get changed.”

Elijah laughed and left the room, pleased to see that Harry’s spirits were up once more. He walked back down the corridor and entered his and Mira’s room. Inside, the kiddies were all still asleep; even Cepheus and Caelum had curled up next to the others. Elijah smiled and walked into Dora’s nursery. He put her down and re-entered the bedroom once more. Elijah leaned over his boys and tickled their sides.

“C’mon lads...Quidditch today.” He murmured, coaxing them out of sleep.

Micah turned over. "Papa-bear...go...sleep.." he wheezed before beginning to lightly snore once more. Elijah chuckled. Oh what a day this would be..