A/N: Last chapter! Wow…Thanks, once again, to the fantastic Megsy42 who set up the challenge. And I forgot to mention this, but I dedicate this chapter especially to the one who made me become a Lily/Scor shipper: To fearblank, with love!
Also, about the name of the chapter…thought I'd add a bit of background…My fifth grade teacher used to say, "Just wait for the spring of fifth grade!" And then she'd sigh and go, "Aaah, spring love!" We'd all groan and say, "You're crazy!" But I decided that it is pretty true (I've got a fifth grade sister, LOL) so…Thanks, Miss O! I miss you tons, even though I know you'll never read this.
Disclaimer: I can't think of anything creative…um…Jo has money and 7 books and a husband and kids and I…don't. Erm, yeah, that's the extent of my creativity…XD
Spring Love
They say that spring is a time for new beginnings, so isn't it appropriate that Lily Malfoy's child was born May twentieth? (And wasn't it appropriate, too, that she had the Potter green eyes, like her grandfather and uncle?)
Scorpius, her husband, had always been a pacer. He paced in front of Saint Mungo's, clutching flowers and trying to take deep breaths until they told him that "Mrs. Malfoy is in labor, sir!"
At which point he'd rushed to her side, practically crying (and Malfoy's do not cry) as he watched his beautiful daughter being born.
The sound of her first cry lit up the room, and his heart lifted.
Lily looked at him with weary, smiling eyes. Her daughter had been a tough cookie, but now, here she was.
They wrapped her in bright green blankets and Lily held her for what seemed like forever. Scorpius refused to allow his patience to wear thin, and watched as Lily fell in love with her daughter.
Finally, with a rustle of the blanket, she handed him this bundle of everything he'd ever wanted.
They had decided on a middle name long ago: For a boy, it'd be Louis, and for a girl, Rose.
But what of first names?
"Oh, Lily! You produced this perfect angel. You name her," Scorpius said, not taking his eyes from the baby in his arms. Light seemed to shine from the window right onto her little red face, like a sign from above or something—not that he believed in those, or anything.
She was surprised at her husband's generosity—he was extremely uptight about names. But he was staring at their creation with such love in her eyes that she smiled brightly and nodded.
"Thanks, Scor. How about…I've always liked Margret, Meg for short."
Scorpius raised his eyes and gave her that meek-but-pleading look that he had.
She rolled her eyes. "Rebekah, with the unique spelling?"
He shook his head slightly. "Er—if that's what you want…"
"Merlin, Scor, just say yes or no!" she said sharply.
He was used to her hormones by now, so he simply handed her the flowers.
"Thanks, love. Look, you just pick the name," she said, but her tone had softened. She played with the blooming flowers and their green stems carefully, fully aware of there delicacy.
"Well…I was thinking…Adora? It means 'Loved one' in Latin."
She looked impressed. "Since when do you know Latin?"
"I don't," he said mildly. "So, what do you think?"
She beamed. "It's perfect. Adora Rose Malfoy, welcome to the world."
FINIS!
