A/n: here is number 3. I am seriously contemplating not updating until I get some freaking reviews… because I like to hear how I am doing. Let me know. Enjoy the story

Disclaimer: characters are not mine. But the name of Draco's wife, is all mine.

Scorpius Hypherion Malfoy

He was looking at her like he hoped her and the baby would disappear. Not that she minded; it was his fault he hadn't set the spell, it was her first time. They sat in the study, she was trying to read a book and he had abandoned even trying to read the paper. Finally she'd had enough.

"Draco, what are you staring at?" she asked, knowing full well what he was staring at.

"You." He sighed and shook his head.

"Why are you staring at me? Wondering how long after he is born until you can leave?" I asked, venom creeping into my voice.

"No." he looked ashamed of himself. He'd looked the same way when she'd told him she was pregnant. She was tired of his constant taunting, "Then why are you staring?"

"I was wondering what color hair he'd have." He whispered and her demeanor changed.

"You were wondering about the baby?" she asked

"Well yeah, he is mine after all. My mother always wanted me to have children and get married. I wish she was here to see me now." Draco smiled at her, "I'm sorry I've been so horrible. I'm just…I'm afraid I'll be horrible at the whole dad thing. My father was, cold, to say the least." He looked at her in earnest. "I don't want my kid to hate me the way I hated my father."

"Draco, if anything, the way your father treated you will have taught you to be a better father. I thought you hated me." She had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Anais." He whispered, "I've never hated you. I hated the idea of the baby, and I hated that my life went a lot faster than I wanted it to. But you are beautiful, and more than I ever could have asked for in a wife." Draco grabbed her hand and placed the other on her belly. "Have you decided on a name?" he asked

"Not really, he's going to be a Scorpio. I kind of wanted to center his first name on that." Anais smiled at him.

"My mum was going to name me Scorpius. But my dad insisted on Draco. Can we name him Scorpius?" Draco asked looking at his wife. He'd never noticed her smile before; he'd been too wrapped up in his own selfishness. She was very beautiful and he suddenly felt lucky.

"We can absolutely name him Scorpius. Scorpius Hypherion?" she asked

"Blake?" he wondered where that name had come from

"My brother's middle name, he passed in the War. I always said I'd give my son that middle name." she smiled with tears in her eyes and he apologized, "Don't apologize. You aren't Voldemort. He forced you to do the things you did. I would have done them too." She kissed his cheek, but he turned his head and kissed his wife on the mouth for the first time since their wedding.

"I love you, Anais. It took me a while to notice, but I really do." He said

"I love you…." She stopped and sucked in a lung full of air. Her face twisted into a grimace.

"Anais?" Draco asked frantically, thinking his wife was dieing.

"Contractions. I'm nine months along, will you help me get to our room, and call the midwife?" she asked, struggling out of her chair. Draco supported her elbows and they waddled to the master bedroom. He helped her get propped up on the pillows and then fled downstairs to floo the midwife. While he was gone Anais stared at her belly, imagining her future, with her son and husband.

A boy with a shock of platinum hair chased a girl with Anais' naturally black hair around the house. Anais stepped between them.

"Scorpius, you and your sister need to get ready for bed." She smiled at them while they nodded and ran up the stairs. She made her way into the kitchen, where Draco was having a cup of coffee and sat down on his lap. He placed one hand on her stomach and smiled up at her, "I love you." He said and turned back to his newspaper.

"I love you too." She said and kissed the top of his head, just then, two very rambunctious children burst through the kitchen door…

"Anais? You need to stay awake for me honey. Draco, I need more towels."

Anais' eyes fluttered open and she looked down, she saw her son had already been born, and then she saw the midwife's frantic eyes. "What's wrong?" she muttered

"Anais, you are hemorrhaging, I've called Mungo's, and they are sending a healer. Just hold on for me love."

Anais shook her head; she felt fuzzy and wanted to sleep. Her eyes drifted closed and she dropped into oblivion. When she woke up she was attached to her wand, it was keeping track of her heart rhythms. Next to her bed was a small cradle that housed her son. She looked around the room, and found Draco on her left holding her hand. Anais smiled and wiggled her fingers. Draco sat bolt upright and looked at her. His frown immediately became a smile and he placed a kiss on her chapped lips.

"What happened?" she croaked

"Well, you passed out when labor started. The midwife basically had to push the baby out because he was killing you. You started to hemorrhage and we got you here as soon as we could." Draco looked at her, sadness creeping into his eyes.

"But, we can have more children right? I hear the first child…"

"No Anais. If you ever have another child it will kill you. The doctors said that it would be impossible for you to survive. I can't lose you like that." Draco grabbed her hand and looked at her.

Anais was dumbstruck. She remembered her look into the future, except now it was she that was chasing the little blonde boy, and there were no more children in the house. Anais felt her heart break.

"I'm sorry Draco." She looked at her son, silently vowing to cherish him and spoil him until she died.

"It's not your fault." Anais heard Draco in the background, but she was focused on her future now. The future she would have with only one child.