Daily life as a Stark I

"Here we are Tom. Stark tower. You'll be living with me in the penthouse for a few days before he head to my house in Malibu."

Oh, so this isn't his house, that's good to know. We drove passed what was supposed to be the front entrance crowded with people, I thought he said we were here? I relax for a moment before paralysis overtakes. There are moving doors again! Is he a wizard? but. . . there is a mechanical sound. The car enters a. . . what do muggles call them again? Oh right, a parking lot. . . garage.

We slow down to a stop and I jolt in my seat, startled as the car door . . . breathes open. There was an air-like sound, similar to the sound effects from one of the cartoons the muggle children watched about astronauts.

"Any news Jarvis?"

My head snaps towards the man, I forgot his name again, and I look up but see no one. 'Is he talking to someone on his phone?' was my first guess until I heard a voice come from the ceiling.

[Over the last three hours, there has been an increase in people crowding the reception area sir., majority of which are reporters wishing to meet you.]

"What are they asking about? The fight yesterday?"

[That is correct]

"Alright, uh- tell them I'll be giving a speech in the conference hall."

[When shall it be held sir?]

"Now."

[Understood.]

My eyes dart across the room during their small conversation but there really is no one.

"An enchanted ceiling?"

I felt the man's eyes, a cross between disbelief and amusement, fall on me. What? So it's not an enchanted ceiling. . an invisible house elf then?

"Well then kiddo, are you ready? Let's go."

If he won't listen to my answer why bother asking? He really moves at his own pace.

In a moment I was swept up from my seat and carried at abdomen level. But... the way I'm being held is uncomfortable. For one his left arm is the only thing supporting me, going bellow by underarms across my chest. The pressure of my weight combined with the force to lift me up hurts. It feels as though my ribs are being tightly constrained, making it difficult to breathe.

I really want to cry, it hurts so much! I could only shut my eyes and concentrate on breathing as I felt the ground lift us up. Wha!

I look around us and after a few moments realized we were in an elevator. I- I really can't breathe. The doors slide open and the man struts inside.

"What are you doing here? Your supposed to be at your new years celebration in 40 minutes. and the venue is an hour away. Your suit has already been sent to your room."

I craned my neck upwards to find a red head looking like she had just seen a disabled dog do a triple back flip.

"Heyyyyy, Pepper."

"Why are you holding him like that?!"

It didn't take longer than a second before I was swept up from my very uncomfortable position and placed into a more comfortable one. I could breathe!

"What's wrong with how I carried him? He didn't protest."

"Look at him, he looks blue! Its alright baby, I got you."

I found it amusing how the redhead cooed at me with Tony standing at the side bursting with inner turmoil. His jealousy over an infant is laughable! How are you an adult?

"So who's this little guy?"

"Meet Tom Stark." A proud grin made its way across Tony's face.

"What?"

The redheads face turns serious with her features getting stiff and dark. *smirk* These muggles are so amusing.

"Tony. If you got a girl pregnant and didn't- "

"What? No, no. I know how crazy it sounds, but up 'til date no one has approached me proclaiming to bare my child. Meet my adoptive son. Tom Stark."

I watched at surprise washed over her previously heated glare.

"Oh? . . oh!. . ." Pepper look down at me still looking surprise but now with a little confusion and calm mixed in.

"Nice to meet you Tom. As for you, you better start explaining so I could make the right calls before the paparazzi start making their own explanations."

"Capable as ever. But there's no need, I'll speak to them myself. Now come here little Tony, up in daddy's arms."

Large hands lift me up but before he should put me into another uncomfortable position, I shift myself before nestling in his arms. It should disturb me how normal it feels for me as a grown man to get used to being carried, but at the moment I'm an infant with all infant tendencies so it should be fine.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? Let me come with you."

"Who ever said you were ever leaving my side?"

Tony steps into the elevator once more (this time with pepper) and we were accompanied by elevator music the entire ride.

My eyelids are getting heavy. *yawn* W-wha?! did I yawn? Malfoy's do not yawn. It's the music, it makes me drowsy. I also feel a little hungry but. . . there's a muggle standing beside us.

"M-."

"?" Pepper curiously looks at me.

"Mi- . Miw." (Milk) I let in a sudden breath and could feel the heat rising up my cheeks. Merlin! How humiliating could this be?! Mimiw? really Draco? My vision slowly turns blurry and I unintentionally let out hiccups.

"Did you feed the baby?"

"Well he- umm-."

*hic*

"Tony."

"Well I just got him from the orphanage and it has only been an hour or so."

"*sigh* We're stopping by the kitchen, do you have a baby bottle at least?"

"I was- just about to do that, but some things happened so I haven't really been able to do it."

"You're giving him to me now. We'll meet up with you later after you finish your speech and he gets fed."

There was a small *ting* as the elevator comes into a stop and opens before a large hall filled with people holding cameras and shot stout black sticks with a small black ball at its tip. Pepper professionally scoops me up into her arms and pushes Tony out of the elevator in one fluid motion, before taking one of my arms and waving it goodbye.

The doors shut close before I could see Tony's reaction. I was also quite thankful since the camera flashes were blinding me.

Time seemed to pass by in a flash. After I was fed, I could no longer stay awake and fell asleep.