The Stubborn Heart of a Weasley
Chapter Four: Parenthood is Perennial
A/N: Especially if you're a Weasley.
A/N 2: This chapter has sexual content. If you prefer to skip that, it has no impact on the story, you may skip all the bits in italics.
A/N 3: I hate to say this for the fact that I'll be even worse when I post the end of For Longer Than Forever, but I feel like a little piece of me is gone with this story. Is this just the end of chapter fic syndrome? Because, frankly, I almost don't want it to be over, but I know this story ends here.
I can't keep you waiting any longer. You must have the final chapter of Stubborn Heart.
Enjoy.
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When Hermione saw Rose and Scorpius at Sunday lunch, she knew. She had seen the glow many times with the Weasleys, prolific as they were. Her daughter was pregnant. Hermione was going to be a grandmother. She grinned more than necessary at her bright eyed daughter. As she looked at Molly, she saw a look of recognition in her eyes as well, along with a glistening that Hermione attributed to happy tears.
Hermione hugged Rose tightly and then Scorpius. She wanted nothing more than anything to tell everyone that she was going to have a grandchild to spoil and teach magic and Muggle customs. Trying to behaved, she went quietly to the table, not talking much; she didn't trust herself to keep the untold secret. Watching the couple carefully, she began to see that either they didn't know the secret or they were very good actors.
Molly and Hermione shared a significant look over lunch and the elder nodded minutely. Nobody else spotted this exchange. So the women were alone in their knowledge. But Hermione had no plans to keep this to herself for long.
Rose was going to know before the week was out.
She pulled her aside after lunch. "Still on for lunch Tuesday?"
Rose rolled her eyes. "If I'm not sick. Scorpius and I had some new French food and my stomach did not like it. Needless to say, it was no comparison to Fleur."
It was all Hermione could do not to squeal happily. "It might not have been the food," she muttered.
"What?" Rose asked.
"Nothing." Tuesday couldn't come soon enough.
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Rose approached her mother warily, wondering why she looked so excited. She was never this happy at lunch. Hermione knew something she didn't.
Her mother grinned at her as she sat down across from her mother. "I'm glad to see that you felt well enough to come," she said.
Rose grimaced slightly as she thought of her sickness that morning.
"Good morning, love," Scorpius said as she stirred.
He wrapped his arms around her bare stomach, kissing her neck. Lust coiled in her, strong despite just waking. He brushed a curl away from her shoulder, kissing a path up her neck, ending in a playful bite to her earlobe. He sucked on it and broke off to blow into her ear. She shivered and turned her body to face him. He emitted a guttural growl and kissed her deeply, eliciting her tongue. His hands slid to her breasts, kneading them.
She broke away. "Mmmm. Don't. Hurts." Her usual well-articulated sentences were lost as Scorpius quickly left her breasts for her nether region, rubbing her with haste. She moaned and ground on his hand. He slipped a finger into her wet folds, pulling out and quickly adding a second. She bucked against his hand and he pressed his digits into her faster and faster.
She could feel her climax coming close and stopped Scorpius by grabbing his wrist and grasped his cock, pumping her hand up and down. Soon he was stopping her, kissing her neck and pressing the tip of his member to her opening. She writhed beneath him when he slowly pushed into her.
He stilled for a moment. She protested, moving around him. Tortuously, he pulled out. When he didn't thrust back into her, she met him above, causing him to lose all restraint. He wildly plunged into her, speeding with every dive.
"I'm really close," he warned. She nodded and lowered her hand to tease the hot flesh where their bodies connected. Her release came soon after these ministrations, clenching around his frenzied cock. He spilled into her and laid on her for a moment, his body a marvelous weight on hers.
He pulled out of her and kissed her gently, a great contrast to the way he took her carnally.
"Good morning," she said, huskily, smiling. He chuckled and made patterns on her flat stomach with his fingers. He traveled upwards, kissing the valley between her breasts, reverent in every touch.
Suddenly her stomach churned and she rushed out of their bedroom, her hand over her mouth. She made it to the toilet in time to vomit spectacularly into it. Then, she felt her husband rubbing comforting circles on her back.
Rose turned to him with bleary eyes. "I'm so sorry, love. I rea—" She turned hurriedly back to the toilet again.
Scorpius return to his task. "It's alright," he said, holding her hair back as she heaved.
When she was done, she turned back to him. "I'm really sorry."
He chuckled. "It's fine."
"No, it's not."
He smirked slightly. "No, really. It does wonders for my self-esteem. I love it when you throw up after sex."
Rose groaned. "Oh, honey." Her eyes began to fill with tears. She'd hurt him. "I love you. And your carnal ability. Please don't me mad."
"I'm not angry in the slightest," he said, taking her hands. "Why would you think that? I'm worried about you."
"I must have some sort of stomach virus or something."
He looked at her, his concern clear on his face. "Maybe you should stay home."
Rose immediately perked up. "No! I have to go! I'm doing the final treatment on Mrs. Eliot this morning. No one else can do it."
He took in her justification for a while, then finally said, "Alright. But if you start feeling queasy, come home."
She nodded. "I'll go home after lunch with Mum either way."
"It could've been a better morning," Rose replied discreetly. "I'm going home after lunch."
Her mother grinned widely, with an almost manic gleam in her eye. "You threw up again."
"Yes," Rose answered, although she knew it hadn't been a question. "I got sick a little bit after I woke up."
"Rose," she started, making sure their eyes were meeting. "Have you wondered what might be the problem?"
"I assumed it was a stomach virus."
"Is there anything else?" She knew Hermione was trying to lead her to the answer. "Have you been crying more lately?"
Rose thought. Ruined dinner and cried. Spilled coffee on my pants and cried. Releases Mrs. Eliot and cried. Burned toast and cried. "Maybe."
"Have you been more clumsy?"
Fell in the corridor. Dropped folder. Turned ankle going down the stairs. "A little bit. What does that have to do with—"
"Think. Connect."
Throwing up. Crying. Clumsy. Sensitive breasts. No… my period.
Was supposed to start Sunday.
Oh, shit.
"No."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, genius. Your grandmother and I could tell."
Rose shook her head. So soon? She'd only stopped contraception a month ago.
"Rose?" Her mother said. "Are you alright?"
"How will I tell Scorpius? We weren't planning on it happening this soon. We—we—"
"You are a Weasley darling."
"But you and Dad—"
"Had fun before we had children. We decided to stop after Hugo. At least, until life settled down. Which never happened. We were as fertile as ever."
A million thought came to her mind.
She was pregnant. She was having a baby. She was having Scorpius's baby. Their baby. Scorpius was going to be a father.
Then, she came to the most shocking realization of all: "I'm going to be a mother."
"Yes."
And suddenly, she couldn't wait to tell Scorpius.
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Scorpius had left work early. He couldn't stand sitting around thinking about Rose being at home. Sick and alone.
So he went home early, waiting to surprise Rose.
And surprise her, he did. She had drawn her wand on him at the couch where he sat before he'd registered he door opening.
"Scorpius!" she said delightedly, after realizing it was him. She ran and practically jumped into his lap. "You're home!"
"I couldn't stand not being without you for a ingle second more!" he said, mimicking her excited tone. She slapped him on the arm. "No, really. I didn't want you to be alone."
She curled closer into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her form. He thought she had fallen asleep right there in his arms. Then, she spoke quietly. "I have news."
Scorpius expected Mrs. Eliot had been released or some other hospital news. "Yes?"
"I hope you won't be disappointed. I know we had plans and that we were going to go—"
"Rose," he interrupted, sensing the oncoming signs of rambling, "what's your news?"
"I'm pregnant."
She said it almost on top of his last statement, as if that would cause him to miss it. "You're—you're pregnant?"
"Yes."
A million emotions went through him. But none of them had any trace of disappointment. He grinned. "I'm going to be a daddy?" he asked, not bothering to contain his excitement. "That's wonderful! Why would I be disappointed?"
"Well, we'd hoped to see more of the world."
"You are my world."
"What about resolving the issues with your father?"
"Who gives a damn about my father? I'm going to be the best father that ever lived!"
Rose laughed. "Merlin, I hope it's not a girl."
"Why?" Scorpius questioned.
"Because that's exactly what my father said when he found out about me."
Scorpius smiled. "Well, then. I hope I am like your father."
Rose shook her head in disbelief. "Why the hell would you want to be like my father? My father wanted nothing to do with you."
"He warmed up. That's not the point."
Rose sighed. "What is the point?"
"If I'm as lucky as him, I'll have a daughter as amazing as you."
And with that, their lips met in a gentle, scorching kiss. The beautiful beginning to a new wonderful road in their lives.