3. Work With This
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Universe, everything belongs to JKR.
AN: The Last Chapter was sad, so I'm annoyed at having to do a Malfoy this chapter, cause these guys just rub me the wrong way! But... here goes. Damn the alphabet.
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"Come on Rhea. Just push a little harder."
By the screams coming through the wall, Rhea was pushing a little harder.
Suddenly the screams ceased (finally) and a newborn's cries filled the air. Abraxas massaged his temples, and had a mantra going in his head that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. But Abraxas Malfoy didn't resort to the Gods to solve his problems.
Except maybe this once. (Who would want to go through a nine month pregnancy of hormonal wife more than one time?)
...Please let it be a boy... Let it be an heir... Dear God let it be male...
"Mr Malfoy?" The medi-witch, the perky one, stuck her head out of the room and beckoned to him, with a huge smile on her face.
He stood up, and came to the door of the room.
Inside of the blue room, Rhea was laying on the bed, her usually ultra blonde hair looked dirty as it stuck to her face, and her figure didn't look at its best in that downright hideous hospital gown.
But she was beaming, holding a pink and yellow babe in her arms, (which were bloody) and for a moment he hardly dared believe it.
"Is it...?"
"Meet your son, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy."
Abraxas breathed out.
"I can work with this."