Parents In Waiting

Nico POV

I turned it over, where a bright pink plus sign was waiting for us. We looked at each other, back at the test, then at each other. We sprang into a hug, me kissing the top of her head. "We're going to be parents! I can't wait!"

"Just you hold on for a minute buster." She reprimanded. "I want to know what we are having."

I cast the spell, and a blue light appeared on her stomach. When I though it was going to disappear, I pink light appeared, then another blue light. I'm going to be a father of triplets.

"We need to decorate rooms, get cribs, get baby clothes," she went on, ticking off all the stuff we would need.

"Whoa babe. We don't need that stuff for a while yet. We have time. And besides, stress won't do you – or the babies, for that matter – any good. You'll only hurt yourself."

She glared at me, so I wrapped my arms around her, and told her to relax.

She sighed, leaning against me. "We have to tell everyone. Let's get a date set and have a party to announce our – our – our… announcement." She looked awkward.

"I couldn't have said better myself. We need a date in the near future, this way you can plan it without exhausting yourself."

She looked at our calendar that corresponded with Harry's, Ron's, Ginny's, Draco's, Blaise's, Percy's, and Annabeth's. She saw a date that worked for everyone, and wrote down 'Party at the di Angelo's: announcements are being made.'

The night of the party

It's party time. It's just a casual get-together of friends and family. When everyone was present, Hermione was offered a glass of wine. "I don't drink." She said.

Harry cast her a questioning glance because she had had alcohol while they were in school – she even liked it!

Nico stood up, addressing the guests. "Guys, we have a HUGE announcement. Hermione, you mind helping me with this one?"

"On three?" he nodded. "One, two, Three! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TRIPLETS!"

They stared. Ron fainted and Ginny screamed. Draco and Percy shook Nico's hand and Annabeth and Ginny gave Hermione a hug. "Congratulations" they chorused.

Nico looked at his wife, who was glowing with happiness. He vaguely heard Hermione say they were going to have two boys and a girl. Hermione brought Nico out of his reverie with a light punch. He looked at her, realizing that they were alone. She giggled. "Harry finally knows why I always declined a drink!" she burst into another fit of giggles.

8 months later

I was waiting for Nico to come home from work for lunch when a searing pain ripped across my midsection. I had never felt such pain in my life, and I felt a wet spot in between my legs. I gasped as another shot of pain went through me. Nico flooed in apparently saw me breathing slowly so as to calm myself before I saw him, so her ran to me and asked what was wrong.

"My water broke!" I screamed as another contraction took place. "It hurts Nico! I can't do this!"

"I'll be back sweetie. I need to floo call my boss and tell him that you're in labor. Just keep breathing."

As he called his boss, I yelled at him to get his ass in gear – the pain was talking for me.

He came back, lifted me up bridal style, and apparated to St. Mungo's Hospital. The desk attendant saw me, ran to the phone, and said over the intercom, "I need healer Malfoy at the front desk! Mrs. di Angelo is in labor! I need Healer Malfoy! STAT!"

Draco came running down the hall with a gurney for me. I yelled at him to get these babies out of me, and he flinched as if I had punched him. They brought me into the birthing room, and Draco told Nico to wait outside because this was going to take a while. Not even twenty minutes later, Nico was called back into the room because I was ready to push. One of my last contractions hit, and Draco told me to push. "Shut the F*** up Malfoy! Go die in a hole!" (again, it's the pain talking – no my fault). A few minutes later, a healthy baby boy was born… that's one down, only two to go.