Written for Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge and Pairing the Character - Drabble Competition.
Draco looked at the blonde woman in front of his arms, and the newborn child in her's. Both were asleep, and Draco felt like he was going to soon join them. He watched the rise and fall of their chests, at how they had the same smile in their sleep, despite the fact that Scorpius was only a few hour's old. His mother had said that his son looked a lot like Draco, but he didn't see it.
He only saw Astoria. If Scorpius was lucky, he would have nothing of Draco's except his name. He would have Astoria's blue eyes and her blonde hair and her crooked smile. He would be smart and funny and kind. He would be the kind of man that people would wonder how in the world he was Draco's son, just like people wondered why Astoria was Draco's wife.
Draco knew the answer though.
Somehow, someway, something ended up being right and good with him.
There could be nothing wrong with either of them.