Rose Weasley was sitting alone in her office. It was a lovely room, with pale green walls, pink curtains, and white-framed photographs of her and Scorpius all over the place. Rose loved those photographs, like a montage of their life displayed on the walls: them at the Yule Ball, laughing in Honeydukes, flying in Scotland, at their wedding.
Still, despite the calm atmosphere of the room, Rose felt uneasy. Something had been off for several weeks, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She felt dizzy and weak, and—
A thought occurred to her. She hurried into the bathroom. A few moments later, she stumbled out and sat down.
"Rose!" called Scorpius. "I'm home! Rose?"
She could hear him running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The door was swung open as he came running in to kiss her.
"This has been an absolutely exhausting day," said Scorpius, pulling up a chair and leaning his head on her shoulder. "I'm so glad to be home."
"I'm glad you're home, too," said Rose anxiously.
He looked up, concerned. "Is everything all right, sweetheart?"
She smiled a half-smile, resting her hands on her belly. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.
For a moment, Scorpius could only stare at her. Rose held her breath. Maybe he wasn't ready for a child.
Then his face broke into utter delight. "I'm going to be a father!" he exclaimed. "Rose, I could sing!"
"Please don't," said Rose, laughing. "You might scare her."
"Her?" he said, kneeling down beside Rose.
Rose closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought she could almost feel something—a soft flutter inside of her.
"Yes," she said, smiling serenely. "Right now, she's just a flutter. But in a few months, she'll be your daughter. I can just tell that she's a girl."
Scorpius gently put one hand on Rose's belly. "Hello, little flutter," he said softly, and just for a moment, he thought he felt the flutter of his daughter, impatient to meet the world.