a/n: for the marriages, births, and deaths challenge on the bellatrix forum. i haven't written these two all that much. the title is from the quote "any man can be a father. it takes someone special to be a dad." it's a drabble of 300 words exactly.
dedication: i dedicate this to becca.
disclaimer: jk rowling owns everything.
SOMEONE SPECIAL
It was something that scared him more than anything. (Becoming a father.)
What if he screwed up? (He was good at that.)
What if his child hated him? (He wasn't like his father.)
The day Astoria had told him the news, he'd voiced his thoughts. She had thrown back her head, blonde curls bouncing, and laughed.
"That's ludicrous," she'd told him. (Everything he said was.)
Yet, here they were, in the hospital, and Draco was frozen in place. He'd lost all feeling in his hand as his wife - sweaty and cursing - gripped it, her nails nearly breaking his skin. His tough skin. (He wasn't so tough anymore.)
His pale eyes were trained at the head of the Healer who was sat between Astoria's milky, smooth legs, coaching her and awaiting the baby that seemed to have other ideas than being born on this cold, winter day. (Stubborn, like his - or her - father.)
A piercing screech reached Draco's ears, and suddenly his hand was free. He shook it automatically, waking it up and glanced down at his wife. She's fallen against the pillows of the hospital bed, exhausted.
"Congratulations," the Healer said, approaching the (happy?) couple with a bundle in her arms. "You have a healthy baby boy." (A son.)
Astoria was already reaching for the blue bundle, but Draco got to see his face. (Nothing like he'd expected.)
Draco placed a hand on his wife's bony shoulder, and bent down to kiss the top of her head, unable to draw his eyes away from his son. (He was mesmorized.)
It was then he noticed that the baby was challenging his stare, his blue eyes glued to the man standing next to his mother.
"He likes you," Astoria said, looking up at her husband with a tired smile. (Draco smiled, captivated.)