A/N - Sorry this took so long, but I've been really busy. As well as being generally awesome, brilliant and just an amazing person, apparently I am an incredible interior-designer, according to my Aunt and cousin. Haha, I'm joking...except the interior designer part, I paint a mean wall ;)
haha, like I was saying, I am so sorry this took so long and that this isn't as long as we'd both like but I thought this was a a good place to end it.
Thank you so much for the response of last chapter.
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Lily's P.O.V
"How is she?" My mother asked quietly, somewhere on the right side of me.
"She hasn't woke up since they gave her that potion to calm her down." I heard Scorpius sigh, I felt his hands gently trace unknown shapes on my arm.
"Is she still talking in her sleep?" James or Albus asked roughly.
"Yeah, the same thing every single time." What? What am I saying?
I try to open my eyes to speak, to ask what I'm saying, but before I get the chance, I feel myself slip away...
"Mr. Malfoy; there really is no use in you being here. We'll contact you in the event of any change, but that potion is highly effective. Your wife won't wake up for at least another six hours." A male voice comes from somewhere near my feet. A Healer? Not Healer McIntyre, he wouldn't speak so...uncaring, so impatiently.
"My wife is sleeping; she isn't in a coma any longer, she could wake up any second. I. Am. Staying. Here." I could tell by the sound of his voice that Scorpius was close to loosing his temper with the Healer.
Once more, I try to say something, to tell the Healer to leave before Scorpius ends up punching or hexing him, but once again, I feel myself slipping away.
"She has a ton of flowers." Dominique spoke up, I could imagine her sat with her feet resting on my bed, looking around the room, trying to find something to entertain her.
"She had a lot of admirers." Teddy says softly, I can picture him sat with a small smile on his face as he says this. Laughter etched around his face.
"Why the hell has she got flowers of that dick Scott?" James snaps grouchily. I know automatically that he has a scowl on his face. I feel Scorpius' fingers freeze for a second on my hand and I mentally roll my eyes as no doubt they all remember the time Lucy introduced Scott Williams to the family.
"No!" Dominique snapped and shook her head stubbornly. I rolled my eyes and threw a scrunched up pile of parchment at her; which she dodged and then stuck her tongue out at me.
"It isn't even your wedding!" Scorpius laughed and continued to rub my back gently.
"I don't care, if you have that as your first dance, everybody will laugh at you!" Dominique shrugged.
The three of us, and Selena, my Dad and Uncle Ron, were all sat at the table in the garden of the Burrow; I was heavily pregnant and they had just got back from another big mission, meaning Gran excused us from helping with the food for the regular Weasley family meal. Everybody was here, which was unusual since at least three members of the family usually missed the meals, Charlie, Hugo and Lucy. Occasionally Roxanne would miss a meal when she had a conference in a country abroad, and the Aurors in the family sometimes missed a meal, so having every member here was quite unheard of.
"I don't care if people laugh! I love that song! Besides, it has great importance to us!" I glared at Dominique, even though I knew she was right. I mentally scratched the song of my list.
"Really? Why?" She leaned in and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "First time you kissed? No, they don't play music in the school library. First dance? No, that was Lucy-Lou singing...first time you two did the dirty?" She laughed, sending a huge wink at the pair of us.
"Dom!" I hissed the same time Scorpius did. We both looked at my Dad obviously, who was looking anywhere but at the two of us.
Scorpius quickly took his hands from my back.
Dominique simply laughed and shook her head, "You're already pregnant! I think Daddy-Dearest knows his little girl isn't a virgin!" She pointed out, making Uncle Ron and Selena burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at Dominique before I returned to the catalogue of songs that Lucy gave me.
Scorpius told me that he was fine with any decisions I made with the wedding, so I didn't have to consult him for the song choice. As the others all spoke about the Auror department, I buried myself in the catalogue and blocked everything else out.
"Lily? We're talking to you!" I jumped as a bread roll hit my forehead.
"What the hell - Dominique!" I glared at her, wiping crumbs from my fringe as I did.
I looked round the table and was slightly surprised to see everybody laughing at me - everybody as in the entire family.
"Oh, sorry." I didn't even realise that everybody had arrived and was seated.
"Like I was saying, Scott, before my idiot cousins started throwing their meal at each other. This is Lily my cousin, -" Lucy laughed and got my attention.
Scott Williams, the American singer she sang with at the Quidditch Award Ceremony was sat beside her, directly opposite me.
"Lily Potter, my brother is obsessed with you." He laughed and held his hand over the table for me to shake.
"Oh?" I raised a brow and ignored Scorpius' obvious scowl towards Scott.
"Yeah, Ed Williams, my twin. He's a Chaser for the L.A. Lions back home." Scott nodded, he had a proud grin on his face.
"Oh, wow! I would love to play for the Lions! He is so lucky." I smiled at him and proceeded to practically interrogate him for every piece of information about the L.A. Lions he could give me. For the next couple of hours, the two of us spoke about the difference in British Quidditch and American Quidditch.
"I totally agree!" I laughed and nodded my head when he mentioned that in American Quidditch, if the match runs over the four hour mark, then the Captains can call as many time-outs as they like, whereas in British Quidditch, they only get a certain number of time-outs. "People don't realise just how tiring Chasing for hours on end can be!"
"Oh come on, you make it look so easy. I've seen a couple of your matches and you are by far the greatest player I've seen. I know Ed has mentioned at least a couple of times that he'd love to play with you. I was a bit of a player myself in school, I'd love to play with you one time, perhaps." He laughed, making me blush and giggle.
He had to leave shortly after that, when he did leave, I gave him a hug and a light kiss on the cheek as a goodbye.
The second he and Lucy apparated away, Scorpius turned the glare he had used on Scott all afternoon, to me.
"What the hell was that?" He glared at me, mashing his lips into a straight line.
"What are you talking about?"
"You and that idiot flirting right in front of me!" Scorpius glared at the seat Scott had vacated. I cautiously looked round the table and saw that my brothers, Dominique, Hugo and Louis were all either glaring at me or the chair.
Louis was glaring at the chair because his girlfriend Zoey had practically drooled and blushed throughout the entire meal.
"Oh please, we were not flirting." I laughed and shook my head.
"Oh really? 'Shut up! You don't play Quidditch any more? You look so well built!'" Scorpius mocked in a girly voice and narrowed his eyes at me.
I ignored several of my cousins, aunts and uncles laugh and just scowled at him.
"First of all; I do not sound like that. Secondly, I was not flirting! Thirdly, even if I was flirting; I am heavily pregnant with your child and I'm going to marry you in just over three weeks," I pointed out, patting my large bump obviously. "you have nothing to worry about."
Scorpius didn't mention the 'flirting' after that, but ever since then, every time Scott's name was mentioned, he just mashed his lips together and glared at whatever was in his direction. My brothers were the same, every time they heard his name they glared. One time, a song of his came on the muggle radio in Mum's kitchen so James got up and switched it off. Apparently the music was giving him a head ache.
"Baby, I am so sorry. I should have been there, I shouldn't have let you walk up those stairs alone, I should have made sure you were safe at all times...I am so sorry." Scorpius sobbed. I could feel his head on my arm, I could feel him shaking with the sobs that filled his voice.
I could feel the tears on my own arm. I could feel his hand in mine.
Slowly, very slowly, I opened my eyes, but I had to close them again because the light above my bed was too sensitive.
Carefully, so I didn't jostle him, I turned my head and opened my eyes.
Scorpius was sat on my left, with his head resting on the bed, his eyes on my forearm, his hand in mine.
"I am so sorry baby, it's all my fault..." He half whispered half sobbed.
With what felt like all the strength I had in me, I lifted my right hand and carefully put it on top of his hand.
"It isn't your fault. Baby, it's my fault!" He looked up quickly and opened his mouth to say something, but I put a shaky finger over his mouth.
"I shouldn't have took my shoes off. I should have told Rose the dress was too long, I shouldn't have been in such a hurry to have sex with you. I should have took my time walking up them steps..." I trailed off and let the tears fall down my face.
"Our baby died...and it's my fault." I sobbed.
I literally felt my heart break.
A pain spread through my chest, directly from my heart.
I killed our baby. Our precious, beautiful, unborn baby.
And I killed her.
All because I was too selfish to understand I had to take it careful for her safety.
"Polly told me to be careful in my last trimester...I didn't listen."
"No! Lily, it is not your fault! You are not taking responsibility for this! I will not let you -"
"But you will?" I stopped him and hastily wiped the tears away from his face. I ignored how much whiter my skin was too his. "Even though it is my fault, you'll still take all blame and put it on yourself? How is that right, Scorpius?"
"It's not your fault -"
"Yes it is! I was carrying her! I was pregnant! I tripped over my stupid dress and down those damn stairs!" I hissed, closing my eyes tightly to stop the tears from falling.
"Lily, no, no...we can't do this! We can not blame ourselves or each other! We can't! We need to stick together, we need to be strong for each other." Scorpius stood up and climbed onto the bed beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"I love you, Lily." He whispered, his face less than an inch away from mine.
"I love you too, Scorpius." I whispered back, I pressed my forehead against his.
The two of us lay there for hours, not bothering to call for a Healer to let them know I was awake.
We just lay there, hugging, crying, being together.
Grieving for our baby.
Two days after I woke up, Healer McIntyre came to my room with an envelope for Scorpius and myself.
The room was full of Flowers from family, friends, well-wishers, the Ministry for Scorpius and a bouquet from each team in the Quidditch league for me, a pile of unopened cards lay on my bedside cabinet.
I couldn't face opening them, and as usual, Scorpius went along with whatever I wanted.
When McIntyre handed Scorpius the envelope, I rolled my eyes and groaned internally.
Not another sympathy card, my inner voice snapped.
Scorpius opened it slowly and looked inside. A second later, he handed me the envelope, fresh tears falling down his face.
I took the envelope and looked inside.
A white piece of paper, not parchment, was the first thing I saw.
A white piece of paper with two tiny, pink hand-prints and foot prints with the name 'Olivia Lily Malfoy' elegantly wrote underneath them.
There was also a little pink pouch with her name embroidered on in silver elegant writing. I pulled it out and gently tugged on the strings keeping it together so the pouch opened.
One lock of white-blonde hair was tied together a piece of pink ribbon.
The final thing in the envelope was a band, a tiny wrist band that looked like Scorpius could wear as a ring.
'Olivia Lily Malfoy. Born, August 30th 2030. Died, August 30th 2030. M; Lily Luna Malfoy, F; Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.'
That pain I felt days ago, when I woke up.
It came back.
Scorpius and I looked at each other before we opened the front door to our flat.
Five days ago I woke up from my coma. Three days ago I woke up from my potion-induced deep sleep. Yesterday, McIntyre gave us the envelope.
Last night, I informed the hospital I would be leaving first thing the next morning. They told me they didn't want to discharge me just yet.
Thirty minutes ago, Albus handed the Head of the hospital board a document stating that if he didn't sign my release papers, together, Albus and myself would sue the hospital for so much money they'd have to close.
Fifteen minutes ago, my signed discharge papers were handed back to me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Scorpius asked me quietly.
"We have to do it sooner or later. The funeral is in two days. We need to do this." I whispered, Scorpius took my hand and pointed his wand at the door, making it swing open.
In silence we walked through the hallway and into the living room.
A light pink Moses basket was set up at the end of the sofa. A baby station was set up against the far wall, nappies, baby-grow's, romper suits, dresses, booties, dummies, blankets, vests, cardigans, towels, soft toys and everything else a newborn would need, set up and waiting to be used.
On the mantle piece, my scan pictures sat in shining silver frames.
In silence, the two of us walked through the living room to our bedroom.
Another Moses basked was sat up right beside my side of the bed. My old crib was set up at the foot of our bed, white with a soft pink spread.
That pain came back once more.
So, yeah.
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