Narcissa rushed to the bathroom from her spot on her bed. She knelt down in front of the toilet and barely lifted the seat before vomiting into it. She struggled to breathe as the acid stung her nose and burned her throat. She counted to ten in her head and tried to get her breathing back to normal.

There was a knock on the door.

"Cissy? Are you alright?" It was Lucius. She wanted to answer him, but before she could another bout of nausea took over and she threw up again. Her husband entered the bathroom and held back her hair as she tried to calm down. She leaned into Lucius' chest, exhausted.

"I'm nauseous, that's all." She said, breathlessly.

"Do you want me to have one of the house elves get you a potion?"

"No, I'll be fine." As she tried to stand up, her legs gave out under her. Lucius caught her before she hit the floor.

"You need to get back into bed." He said, gently.

"I think I should stay here in case I get sick again."

Lucius gathered his wife into his arms and carried her back to bed. He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and gave her a kiss.

"Would you like me to stay with you instead of going to work today?" He asked.

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"That wasn't what I asked." Narcissa sighed.

"I'll be fine, darling. Draco is still here. If I need you, I'll send one of the elves."

"Alright." He kissed his wife goodbye before going to see his son. Draco was in his room, reading.

"Dragon, watch over your mother for me today. I'm worried about her. Make sure you send someone to me if she gets any worse. Okay?"

"Yes, Father."

With that, Lucius flooed himself to work.

Draco went to his parents bedroom to see his mother lying on her back, face pale as death and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Mum? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Draco. Go ahead and do something you like."

"Okay. I'll be back later."

When he left, Narcissa sighed. She felt a bit of cramping and turned on her side until she was in the fetal position. It ceased. After fifteen more minutes of waiting, she carefully got up and went to get ready for the day. After getting undressed, she noticed that her breasts were sore and a little swollen. She felt something stir inside her. An old instinct that had been buried for eighteen years, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She showered, dressed, and put on her makeup before going out into the kitchen to have the house elves begin preparing for lunch.

While in the kitchen, she noticed a calendar hanging on the wall. She checked the date, and after seeing it, froze. She took a sharp intake of breath and looked at it again, counting and recounting until the numbers no longer made sense. She made her way to the couch and sat down, completely stunned.

Her period was late. Eleven days late.

Then, it all began to click in her head: Tender breasts, vomiting, fatigue, all culminating in the possibility that she might be pregnant.

She felt as if she was watching everything from a distance. Like she was some lonely soul watching the movie that was her life from the comfort of a cozy home. She snapped her fingers and a house elf appeared.

"Mistress needs help?" Asked the girl.

"Fetch my husband from his work immediately. It's urgent."

"Yes, mistress."

With that, Narcissa was left alone with her thoughts.

Her emotions, so carefully boxed up and put away normally, began to overwhelm her. Before she really understood what was happening, she had her face buried in her hands and was sobbing. She thought she had known what fear was when her son was at the mercy of the Dark Lord, but this was an all new kind of fear. It gripped her completely and wouldn't let go. Tears streamed down her face like rain. She had never felt so alone. With Bellatrix deceased and Andromeda disowned, all she had left were her husband and son. She didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have them.

"Cissy?!" Lucius' voice broke through her hysteria, his tone frantic. "What is it? What's wrong?" He rushed to her side, kneeling in front of her as he put his hands over her own.

She sniffed. "Lucius, I... I might be pregnant."

The look on his face was one of incredulity. When he gathered his wits he took her hands.

"Let's go to St. Mungo's to be sure."

She nodded, wiping the tears from her face.

"Draco!" He called.

Their son came bolting through the house.

"Yes father?"

"Your Mother and I will be going to St. Mungo's to see about her condition."

"Alright. Be careful."

Lucius gave a curt nod, then disapparated to St. Mungo's with his beloved wife.

The reception room was average and looked in every way like any hospital would. The receptionist was warm and friendly.

"Welcome to St. Mungo's, how may we help you today?"

"My wife needs a pregnancy test."

"Alright. Please follow Nurse Goulding to your room."

The nurse smiled kindly at the couple and led them to a room.

"A healer will be with you shortly."

The nurse shut the door as Narcissa wiped her eyes. Lucius looked at his wife with pity. He couldn't imagine what she must have been feeling. He sat next to her and wiped her tears away. She gave him a half smile. He still loved her after twenty years of marriage. They had married right after Narcissa had graduated from Hogwarts and had gotten pregnant with Draco two short years later when she was twenty years old. They were so young and in love with one another. She kissed her husband gently, but worry marred her beautiful face.

"What are we going to do, Lucius?" She whispered in a trembling voice. He squeezed her hands.

"We'll do whatever we have to do." She leaned into him, afraid. The healer came in, and Lucius wrapped an arm around his wife.

"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy. My name is Dr. Caritate, and I'll be your healer this afternoon. It says here that you need a pregnancy test, correct?"

"Yes." Narcissa said, quietly.

"Alright. We'll cast a charm and if the light turns pink, you're pregnant. If it's blue, you're not." They nodded.

She cast the spell, and the light around her stomach was white, and Narcissa held her breath. Slowly, the light began to change color.

At the end of five minutes, she had an answer: pink for pregnant.

Lucius only left his wife to go pay for the service he received, knowing she'd need a minute to sort things through.

Narcissa took a deep breath and sighed. Maybe she was just blowing things out of proportion. Maybe it would be a good thing. Lucius reentered the room and sat next to his wife, holding her hand.

"We'll get through this as a family." He said, quietly. She nodded. "Let's go home."

Her silence unnerved him to the bone. "Cissy?"

Finally, she spoke. "Maybe this is a good thing."

He was surprised. "Really?"

"Maybe another child will be good for our family. We could have the chance to fix the mistakes we made the first time around."

"I suppose that's true."

"What do you think?"

"I think this is a great idea, and if this is what you want, I support you."

They shared a kiss before apparating back to Malfoy Manor.