I paced in front of the fireplace. Draco was staring ahead with a glass of Firewhisky in his hand. It had to have been his fifth glass. Ron was about on his third while Hermione was sipping on a glass of wine. A boy, we were having a boy. I should be happy, right? I am! But those Death Eaters are going to love that I am having a boy. Purebloods thought boys were a lot more powerful than girls. That's why my father never wanted a girl and then when I came into the world… Well you know how that went. I didn't even talk to my family anymore. My mother came to my wedding and stayed for an hour. My father didn't even show up. They were still grieving the loss of Phillip. I was too. There would be moments where I would just cry and cry.

He didn't get to see me marry Draco and now my son would never get to meet his Uncle Phillip. I remember when we were kids. We would always talk about how we would treat each other's children. He wanted to have five kids. I shook my head trying to forget him. I really didn't need to be thinking about him now.

"Alex, you need to sit down. You are working yourself up." Draco said finally placing his glass down along with the paper. I rolled my eyes and kept on pacing. "Draco's right. Alex, they don't even know you are pregnant." Ron said wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulders. Hermione snuggled closer to him and closed her book.

"You don't think people have spotted us visiting the doctor a lot… A-a-and now this!" I screamed pointing to my swollen stomach. "Is going to be hard to hide!" Draco glanced up from his paper and glanced over at Ron, who seemed to be completely ignoring me. Actually all of them seemed to be ignoring me. I let out a frustrating scream and stormed my way up the stairs.

"You guys really shouldn't push her. She really is pregnant and she will one day kill you." Hermione mumbled as I disappeared upstairs. I knew I was blowing everything out of the water, but I was just extremely upset today. I felt guilty having a boy. Phillip was always talking about what he would do with my first son. He would help Draco teach him Qudditich and everything, but my son would never get to do that with his uncle because a stupid Death Eater thought his life wasn't worth it.

Tears welded up in my eyes and I tried to push them back along with the thought of Phillip. The more upset I got the more likely it would have a bad effect on my unborn son. I took a deep calming breath and made my way to my room. I heard a sob and froze. I walked towards the hallway bathroom and was about to open it when Ginny stormed out tears flowing down her cheeks.

She bumped into me and began panicking. "Oh God! Alex, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, Ginny. The question is what is wrong with you?" She quickly wiped her cheeks off and placed a fake warm smile on her face. It soon faded when she realized I saw right through it. She rested against the wall and handed me a slip of parchment. I read over it and saw that Ginny was pregnant.

"Why would this cause you to cry? This is great, Gin!" I was excited for her. She was always talking about how much she wanted children and now she was pregnant. I knew Harry would be excited, Draco said that Harry was wanted a baby badly. "We aren't ready! Harry is stressed enough as it is." She stormed away and I couldn't talk myself into following her. Were any of us ready to have children right now? We had no idea what these Death Eaters were capable of. We were just eighteen and nineteen. I was about to be nineteen in three months and I was pregnant. Draco was nineteen, how was two nineteen year olds going to raise a baby.

We were mature. War made us mature. I finally made my way into Draco and I's room. I plopped down on our bed and held my stomach. The baby kicked and I smiled. Ginny had just turned eighteen and Harry was just nineteen himself. Sure, my mother was seventeen when she became pregnant with Philip, but my father and her married a month after they got out of Hogwarts.

There was a light knock at the door and I muttered, "Come in."

Hermione walked in with a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She had a glass of milk in her other hand. She handed me the milk and sat down next to me. "Molly just made these. Draco was going to bring them up to you, but I thought you would rather see a female face." She gave me a smile and I smiled back. Thank Merlin for Hermione. She knew exactly how I was feeling.

I loved Draco, but sometimes I wondered if he completely understood what I was going through right now. I knew he was having problems of his own. "You have been thinking about Philip a lot, huh?" I glanced up at her shocked. How did she know? I hadn't even told Draco.

"I can see the pain written all over your face. When you stepped out of that room, I thought they told you, you lost the baby, but when I saw Draco's grinning face I knew you were having a boy. You know it's okay to have a baby boy." She whispered grabbing herself a cookie.

"I feel guilty. Philip and I had all these things plan for our first born boy. He was going to help teach my son Qudditich. He was going to… h-h-he was supposed to be the best uncle ever." My bottom lip began to quiver. I was trying to hold back the tears, but I just couldn't anymore. I just broke down. Hermione placed the cookies to the side and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I crushed my face into her shoulder and just cried out all the pain I was feeling for Philip. I missed him so much. I wanted him here with me. I wanted him to tell me everything was going to be okay.

"Did Draco ever tell you about what happened while you were unconscious that day?" She whispered into my hair. I knew exactly what she was talking about. The day I died and Draco brought me back. All Draco had told me that our necklaces that Dumbledore gave us brought back the dead. He didn't say who, he just said it was incredible. He would always get teary eyed, so I tried to say away from the topic.

"Philip came to him. He told Draco, that he would be there during your wedding and I know he is watching over you now." She took a deep breath and held me tighter. "He said he will be holding your hand while you give birth. You didn't feel his present at your wedding because I did. Your brother is always with you." My gripped tightened around Hermione. She was right. I did feel him at our wedding.

I was crying for weeks leading up to our wedding and then as I was walking down the aisle, could've sworn I felt an arm around my shoulders. I felt so at ease while I walked towards Draco. My brother and I had an amazing bond. I was an idiot for believing that he was gone. He was always with me.

"Alex?" I glanced up from Hermione's shoulder to see Draco standing in the doorway. He looked so worried and I couldn't help but smile. He was the perfect husband. Hermione slowly let go of me and patted me on the back. "Oh she's fine. You know how her hormones are, Draco. I'm going to see how Ginny is doing." She patted my back again and stood up leaving the room. Draco shut the door behind him and looked at me sadly.

"It's Philip, isn't it?" I slowly nodded and bit down on my lip to keep from crying. He rushed to my side and held my hands. "Why didn't you say anything? Honey, I know this is hard without him being here." I gripped his hands harder and he squeezed back.

"That's why you weren't excited about having a boy, huh?" Draco whispered squeezing my hand. I nodded and started crying again. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt tear drops on my shoulder. "I miss him too, Alex. He was my brother too. He was my best mate, but I have to be strong for you." He pulled me back and held my face in his hands. He wiped the tears off my cheeks and I did the same to his. He kissed both of my cheeks and leaned his head against mine.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too. Can I ask you something?" Draco just merely nodded. "Can we name him 'Philip'?"

Draco's face broke out in a grin and kissed me again.