Firstly – thank you so much for the reviews you guys! They means so much to me, just to know that I didn't spend so much time doing and re-doing that chapter for no reason :) Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, and also once you find everything out, I hope that it wasn't obvious from the start. This fic, I am very sad to say, is very nearly complete :( I would also like to hear all of your theories on who you thought the father was (it's only a 50/50 chance, honest!) and why. Keep the reviewing up :D This chapter is split into different characters parts, not the POV, but just following what they're thinking and feeling more closely.
-Sarita
Who's the Daddy?
Part 1: Rose
The first thing Rose Malfoy realised was that, contrary to her earlier belief, she was not dead, which would probably be a relief if she could open her eyes to prove her assumption was fact. It must have been at least a few hours since she'd had her baby – she didn't even know if the baby was a boy or girl – a niggling fact that ate away at her the whole time. The small comfort she had was that no-one but the Healers were allowed to see the baby before she was conscious, or at least appearing to be, for it had been one of the conditions she had screamed at the MidWitch before her baby was born…
"If I pass out again-" She had panted "- NOBODY is to see the baby, not Scorpius or Lily or my mother- no one but the healers, please! I can't have everyone else knowing him or her before me!" She had pleaded. The Healers had nodded solemnly, understanding this condition as many mothers would ask the same.
After that, Rose didn't remember much, save for the terrible pain and exhaustion, the counting, and Scorpius' warm hand on her clammy cold one before she drifted into nothingness. Rose closed her eyes tighter against the light in her ward – she had been moved to a private aftercare ward. She had heard many familiar voices over the past what she guessed to be at least seven hours. Sometimes she had been in a semi-conscious state like she was now, feeling unable to open her eyes, but able to hear everything that was said, and sometimes she had been unconscious and regained consciousness just before they left.
She had heard many conversations that night (well, morning, she thought). In fact, the first time she had regained consciousness, she awoke to find Scorpius laying across her, sobbing and begging. When she had opened her eyes, he couldn't see her for his face was buried in her hair, which was out of the hideous shower-cap style hat, thank Merlin.
"Not her…please not Rose…take me instead…" were the words that sounded from his pleading mouth. She quickly closed her eyes and fell almost instantly into another deep slumber.
The next voices she had heard were those of her mother and father.
"I told you she was a fighter Scor" Hermione said, relief evident in her tone.
"I know. She's still fighting though." Scorpius had replied, not allowing himself to hope. He sounded miserable and tired, as if he hadn't slept the night through. She was about to fall asleep again before her father and mother begun talking again.
"I'm so proud" Ron said thickly, as if holding back tears. There was a sound very much like someone being patted on the back.
"She's still fighting, she'll be fine" Sid her mother proudly, believing in Rose until the very end. Rose had fallen asleep after that, trying to beat back tears. The next time she awoke, Dante was holding her hand in his warm soft one.
"Careful" snapped a voice from where she presumed was the doorway, in a warning tone.
"Shut it Malfunction" Dante said, curtly, his voice distorted oddly at the end, muffled as if the man had drew his hand to his face when he looked back down at her. He sniffed quietly and something warm and wet dripped onto her cold hand. She felt the terrible need to comfort him, but restrained herself.
Do I really look that bad? Rose thought before she fell into another slumber. When next she regained consciousness she heard the door open and in blew the instantly recognisable and sweet scent of Scorpius' mother Astoria. She glided silently into the room, her husband close behind, from the scent of French aftershave.
"Poor Rosie" Said Astoria quietly, stroking the wisps of hair out of her eyes, which fluttered. Astoria had always approved of Rose, she was strong and brave and independent, and loved her son dearly. Astoria had always been fond of her - that was apparent from the first time Rose had stayed at the Manor with Scorpius in the summer holidays for a week. Draco took some getting used to, but he could be a kind man and was a good father, unlike Lucius, who had long since passed.
"Astoria rubbed her palm against Rose's ever-cold hand soothingly. Rose, who had long since learned to rely on her sense of hearing and smell, heard Draco place what smelt unmistakably like lilies in the vase by her bedside. They had muttered a few more soothing words and then they had left, leaving a large parcel at the foot of her bed. Astoria kissed her forehead in a motherly way and Draco tucked her into the sheets like she was a small child. Later that day, Scorpius had returned to her bedside, holding her hand like he would never let go, and he never did for the next day, while Rose continued to flit between consciousness and unconsciousness. When again she woke, becoming weary of her inability to remain conscious, she found her cousins and brother crowded around her bed, despite the obvious pleas of the Healers. They stayed for at least half an hour, chattering quietly amongst themselves, Lily fussing around her bed. Eventually, when Teddy and Victoire Lupin arrived, they decided it was too crowded; they left what sounded like more presents and shuffled out of her room. Later that day, she had awoken to hear and smell her Auntie Ginny, who was smoothing her bed sheets affectionately, and her Uncle Harry, who was holding her hand tightly between both of his own. Her parents had joined them after a while and while her mother and aunt busied themselves around the room, Harry and Ron chattered excitedly about the baby.
"If it's a boy who do you think it'll look like?" Her father asked eagerly.
"Hopefully more like Hermione than your ugly mug" Harry laughed, ducking under Ron's playful shove.
"No, I think he or she will look a lot like Rose, but with Scorpius' hair." Hermione mused shrewdly. They spent about 30 minutes after that discussing everything from names to the possible hair and eye colour of the newborn. They left together after that, her mother and aunt planning to go shopping together for baby clothes. Rose smiled to herself and sat up in bed once they had left, opening her eyes for the first time in what felt like weeks.
The room she was confined in was small, with her bed against the south wall, a window against the west, and the oak door in the far north-eastern wall. The room gleamed white, from floors to ceiling and on the bedside table sat three vases overflowing with flowers. At the foot of her hospital bed, she saw a mound of presents addressed to her, Scorpius and baby Malfoy. She stared at the ceiling for a millisecond before the door opened quietly and Scorpius stepped inside, his back to her. He walked in, still not noticing she was awake, and walked to sit in one of the chairs beside her bed. He looked up from the bouquet of flowers in his hand to see Rose staring at him, halfway between amused and perplexed.
He jumped about a foot in the air to his feet and let out a yelp of joy. He seemed torn between laughing and crying, and so did both, tears of joy appearing in his eyes, which widened with his shocked smile.
"Rosie!" He yelled as if she was across a Quidditch pitch. Rose beamed up at him, reaching her arms up at him, inviting him to hug her. He sat down again and pulled his arms around her, squeezing her tightly.
"How are you? What happened in the ward before I came in? Am I hurting you, sorry..." He trailed off, still firing questions at her, but she stopped listening to take in his face. It was handsome as ever, but there were purplish bags under his tired steel-blue eyes, which were permanently red-rimmed at the moment. A tear slid down his cheek and Rose wiped it off lovingly, drawing him into another hug, she buried her face into his cheek-length hair and inhaled quickly, taking in his warm earthy scent. He did the same, taking in her ever-sweet, flowery and feminine aroma. They broke apart, staring at each other and taking in everything about the other. Rose brushed at the wetness in her own blue eyes and breathed deeply.
"Shall we see the baby now?" Rose asked carefully. Scorpius inhaled deeply. He nodded slowly.
"Yes"
*
Part 2: Scorpius
"I'll just go and fetch a Healer. They aren't very fond of me though, I'm afraid." Scorpius said, patting his wife on the hand, standing and turning to leave. He could not really have expected to leave without the Spanish Inquisition re-enactment. And sure enough…
"What? Why?" Rose spluttered, sitting up and leaning on her elbow. Scorpius sighed and turned back around, sitting down. She stared at him, confused.
"Well, once they shut me out when you were screaming I kind of…smashed the head Healer's room." Scorpius said, rubbing him neck shamefacedly. Rose raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"And" he added "When you passed out and they wouldn't let me see the baby, I went a bit crazy" He finished, still looking guiltily down at her. She sat up straight.
"Scorpius…" She said, also looking guilty for some reason. Why the hell is she looking guilty? He thought to himself, before she spoke again.
"I told them not to let anyone see him or her without me" She explained apologetically. Scorpius nodded slowly. He said nothing for a while before he answered her.
"I…understand why" He said, still nodded as if trying to accept the idea that she kept them all from the baby.
"But why not at least me?" He asked. "And Dante" he added with venom.
"I…don't know" She said eventually. "I'm sorry Scor" She said, looking down, ashamed. He rubbed her upper arm gently.
"It's okay, I understand. I think I'd rather we met the baby together too" He said smiling at the idea. He then stood up, turning and leaving, keeping the door open. He walked along the corridor looking for a Healer. He spotted a pretty MediWitch, who could not be any older than he, leaning against the baby ward door and he exhaled, relieved.
"Hello, could you help me?" He asked politely.
"Yes of course Mr Malfoy" She replied with a shy smile. She batted her mascara-clad eyelashes at him, obviously having read about him in Witch Weekly or whatever girly magazine often talked about Draco Malfoy's heir.
"I'm looking for baby Malfoy." He said, no longer smiling at her; his wife had just suffered giving birth to what was potentially his baby.
"Okay, I'll bring the baby through in ten minutes, please wait with Mrs Malfoy." The young witch said, spitting Rose's title like poison. Scorpius nodded curtly, thanked her, and turned on his heel, in a hurry to get back to Rose's ward. He stopped just outside and, hearing a man's voice, peered through the door, which hung ajar.
"If I'm the father Rose, I swear I'll be there for you." Dante was saying.
"Scorpius is the father, legitimately and otherwise." Rose said defiantly.
"But if not, I'll pay my way and I'll look after the child in the holidays and weekends and things." Dante insisted courteously.
"I won't stop you seeing the child if it is yours, but if not I want you to disappear Dante, I mean it, never darken my doorstep again." She said dangerously. "Am I making myself quite clear?" She asked and Scorpius knew she would only accept one answer, which he gave reluctantly.
"I- Okay, yes fine" He allowed.
"And if you are the father…" She started on a kinder note. "Then we'll have some things to discuss, me you and Scorpius. Obviously I would have to make some serious re-considerations on past decisions." She sniffed.
Scorpius didn't know or want to know what she meant by that, but thought then would be the perfect time for him to make his reappearance, and he side-stepped into the room. His appearance made Rose beam happily and Dante look even sulkier.
"The baby will be here in about 2 minutes" He said deducting the time for the conversation and the walk to and from the other ward. Rose smiled even wider, showing pearly teeth at him. She had cleaned herself up since he had gone, casting some sort of glamour charm on herself – her hair was in a loose, curly ponytail at the back of her head, her lips shone with clear gloss, and her long eyelashes fluttered with light mascara. He bounced to stand next to her and held her hand. Dante sat in the seat next to her, and for once did not take her hand, but looked sulky and nervous. Scorpius himself felt incredibly apprehensive, but Rose squeezed his hand, feeling nervous as well.
A minute later like this, and the door opened quietly and the MediWitch from before stepped in, with a silent bundle in her arms. Rose had been looking to see what colour the blanket was – blue or pink, which would have been a big giveaway to the sex of the baby, but he or she was wrapped tightly in a pale yellow, neutral blanket. The nurse waved her hand and a crib appeared in the corner of the room. Rose however, took no notice of it, instead gazing at the small bundle, which the MediWitch was holding like an unexploded bomb. She sailed quietly to her bed and the three of them looked at each other before looking down at the baby which now lay in Rose's arms. The nurse shot Scorpius another smile and left the room. Rose looked at the two men again, her gaze lingering on Scorpius, before she pulled back the swaddling to reveal her baby.
"It's a girl" Dante said, surprised. Scorpius had not yet seen the baby, as she was facing Dante. Rose began to cry, and the baby turned to look at Scorpius, who saw with a shocked jolt, that the baby had the soft, curly locks which were the trademark platinum blonde of a Malfoy.
*
(Subsequently)
Scorpius gazed down at the little girl in Rose's arms. The baby looked up at him with intelligent eyes, Rose's shade of deep blue, but his own shape. He clapped a hand to his mouth and jumped.
"Sh-she's mine!" He gasped finally. His wife looked up at him with teary eyes, beaming wider than ever. A squeal escaped from her lips, an excited, happy squeal of pleasure. The happy pair quite forgot that Dante sat beside Rose. Weirdly, he looked unaffected and unsurprised. Scorpius had no time to dwell on this, for he was watching his wife cradle their child, his child. Happy tears sprung to his eyes and he made no attempt to wipe them away as Rose passed the baby girl carefully to Scorpius, who made a cradle with his long arms and drew his daughter into them. The baby looked up at him before, sleepily, her eyelids fluttered and she fell asleep. Scorpius wiped his tears away impatiently and gazed down at the most beautiful baby he had ever seen. He watched her for at least ten minutes, cooing gentle nothings to her, Rose gazing at her over his shoulder too, before Dante rose and muttered about fresh air and how he would be outside if they needed him.
Scorpius and Rose passed their daughter back and forth to each other, watching her the whole time just sleeping, her pale lavender lids fluttering and her tiny rose-petal lips moving slowly.
Scorpius finally took the baby to her crib in the corner and lay her down carefully, before plopping down on the side of the bed, where he gazed intently at his beautiful wife lovingly.
"Thank you Rose" He said, his voice full of emotion. She scooted over to the edge of her bed so he could lay next to her, his arm around her shoulders, carefree for once in what seemed like many, many years.
"What do you think? Beautiful isn't she?" Rose gushed, her voice too, full of passion.
"The most beautiful baby I've ever seen" Scorpius agreed valiantly. Rose nodded, smiling at him.
"What do you think then…for a name?" She asked tentatively. Scorpius looked thoughtful.
"I don't know; well could we name her after a star, like all my maternal family…?" He asked nervously. Rose nodded.
"I thought you might say that, so I picked some pretty star names. My favourite is…" She tailed off, embarrassed.
"What? What's the name?" He asked, intrigued.
"Um…Celina. In mythology she was one of the seven daughters of Atlas who were transformed by Zeus into stars of the Pleiades constellation." Rose recited easily. Scorpius nodded, smiling slightly.
"Celina…Celina." He said, testing the name. He suddenly beamed at her.
"It's beautiful. I love it" He said approvingly. She returned his smile.
"Middle name?" He added, directing the question at her.
"Well, maybe a bit obvious, but Hermione and Astoria?" She said, a question in her voice.
"Yeah, nice and traditional." He mused appreciatively. Rose nodded, smiling. He kissed her gently on the lips, and pulled away quickly. She looked at him reproachfully; he shook his head as if to remove a thought.
"I have to do something a minute, I'll be right back honey." He said, and in one bound he leapt off the bed and out of the room, stopped to gaze into the crib before closing the door behind him. He didn't start when a voice spoke from behind him, like he knew it would.
"Congratulations." The voice said dully, stepping out from the shadows. Scorpius didn't turn.
"Commiserations" Scorpius replied, turning to Dante. "You didn't seem surprised" Scorpius said. It was not a question.
"No, I wasn't. I knew you were the father all along. Hard not to be, really" Dante said, pushing his hands into his pockets. Scorpius frowned and Dante seemed to realise he had said too much.
"What?" Scorpius asked ominously.
"Nothing." Dante replied, knowing it was useless. Scorpius had had enough. He slammed Dante against a nearby wall, knocking his wand out of his hand. Scorpius pointed his own wand at Dante's throat.
"You're going to tell me what you mean, and you're going to tell me now!" Scorpius said, pushing the wand into Dante's skin.
*
Part 3: Dante's Tale
Dante was shoved roughly into Rose's private ward. Rose looked up, shocked as Scorpius pushed him into a chair, cast a locking charm on the door and cast muffliato at the crib so she wouldn't wake up and then at the door, so nobody would hear. He then bound Dante to the chair, where he struggled. Scorpius then summoned a small vial of clear liquid. Rose climbed out of bed, shouting protests.
"Scorpius Malfoy, what are you doing?!" She screeched. Scorpius held Dante's mouth open and poured a drop into the man's mouth.
"Scorpius!" Rose protested. Scorpius turned to her as Dante's face went blank.
"Rose he's been lying to us, he wasn't a bit surprised that the baby was mine!" He objected. She fell silent and came to stand beside her husband dressed in a short hospital nightgown. She magicked two other chairs and plopped down into one, crossing her arms and legs.
"Tell us everything!" Scorpius barked at Dante. Dante cleared his throat, his expression vacant.
"I loved Rose in seventh year, just like Scorpius" He began, speaking as if to someone else, describing it as a story.
"-but she did not love me in return, instead she loved Scorpius" He said.
Rose frowned, confused. She only remembered loving Dante in seventh year.
"So, I'm sorry to say that, in a fit of rage and jealousy, I erased her feelings for Scorpius, she will not remember having them in seventh year, just a burning passion for me. It took a while to erase the deep love she had for him, but I did it, and then I began slipping her love potions in her pumpkin juice every day, just a small enough dosage that she would think about me as much as she used to think about Scorpius." He said. Rose looked horrified and nauseated; Scorpius was livid.
"Eventually Rose began to suspect me, and she came to my room in the Slytherin Common Room one night when I skipped dinner. She started to confront me, and Scorpius was listening from his bed – he too had skipped dinner. Rose told me her suspicions and I waved them away. She turned to leave and I stupefied her and levitated her into my bed." He continued. He was about to say more, but Rose clapped a hand to her mouth.
"You sick bastard, you raped me?!" She choked, aghast. Scorpius looked practically fuming at this. Dante shook his head vigorously.
"Rose undressed herself when she awoke, I think I gave her too much love potion whilst she was unconscious, and she climbed into bed with me. She fell asleep though before anything could happen, drowsiness is a side-effect of too much Amortentia." He said. Rose breathed a slow sigh of relief.
"Before she woke the next morning, I obliviated her memories of the night before and replaced them with graphic memories of what could have happened that night, what Rose believes did happen. " He said in the same slow monotone. Rose looked at Scorpius, shaking with fury.
"I modified Scorpius' memory so he thought he heard everything that Rose thought happened." He added.
"Now that you both realise what happened, the charms will have worn off. You will know exactly what happened, and the way you felt about each other before I played with your minds. You loved each other since you were eleven years old, I couldn't compete with that, so I pretended I could." He said in the same dull colourless tenor.
"Then, months later when we left Hogwarts I invited Rose out; again I couldn't help myself and slipped her another love potion. Again, I slipped her too much and she passed out in my bed before anything could happen. Yet again, I modified her memory so she believed she was pregnant with my child, I was about to cast a morphing charm on her stomach to make it swell, but to my shock, I found it already slightly swelled – Rose was pregnant before I took her out." He said. Scorpius looked at Rose, his mouth hanging open in a dumbstruck expression.
"There was never any chance of you being the father…" He said in a small voice. Rose however, was ahead of him.
"What about the test results?" She asked sharply. "The ones claiming Scorpius couldn't conceive?"
"I cast a disillusionment charm on myself and crept into St Mungos. I switched the test results for another mans. Healer Murphy just told Scorpius what the test results said. Nobody bothered to double check them." He answered. Scorpius looked at Rose, his eyes twinkling.
"I'm not…I can…it wasn't…" Was all he was able to splutter. Rose nodded mutely, absolutely stricken with ecstatic happiness and also the feeling of severe violation at the same time. She didn't know which emotion was stronger.
"You bastard!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, glad for the muting charms. "How dare you fuck with my mind and leave me confused! How could you!?! WE WERE FRIENDS!" She bellowed, standing up, her chair toppling over. Scorpius stood to restrain her but before he could stand she waved her wand in the air in a slashing movement and Dante, free of the invisible ropes which bound him, flew off the chair and hit the wall with a sickening crack. She then waved her wand in complicated flicks several times and pimples appeared all over Dante's face, neck and arms, blue steam shot from his ears. Rose continued to assault his unconscious form for a second longer before Scorpius stood and physically ripped her wand from her furious hands. Rose stumbled back and fell onto her hospital bed, shaking with tears. Scorpius crossed the room and with both Rose's wand and his own, he fixed Dante's two broken ribs. He then waved his wand once over his unconscious body and he woke with a start, blinking in the bright light. Scorpius' livid face was the first thing he saw before he was dragged to his feet. Scorpius had undone Rose's curses and the Veritaserum seemed to have worn off.
"What-?" Was all he was all he was able to say before Scorpius, still looking furious, punched him squarely in the stomach. Dante crumpled to the floor and Scorpius towered over him.
"Dante Zabini" He thundered, clutching two wands in his hand and pointing them both down at him. "Never darken our doorstep again." Scorpius ordered, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He then took the charms off the room as Dante crawled from the room, never to be seen by either Malfoy again.
*
(1 Week later)
"Come on Scorpius" Rose said huffily, but smiling all the same at her husband's snail-pace. She had finally been 'released' from hospital after her complicated birth and the pair were walking to the top of a hill near the hospital, to find a Portkey which would take them home. This was probably better than apparition, as Rose didn't want to put any danger of splinching Celina. The baby herself was tucked in her father's arms as they climbed the steep hill. Rose was a few feet away, levitating the presents her family and friends had left them, in front of her under a disillusionment charm and she was shaking with silent laughter at her husband muttering what sounded like a made-up language to their daughter.
"Oosa pretty babeeeey?" He cooed behind her. Rose clutched her sides in an effort to stop them aching with hysterics.
"Oi Rose, what do you think you're laughing at?" He asked, sounding a mixture of stung and amused.
"You" She gasped. "Muttering…nonsense to her" She hiccoughed, giggling. She sat down on a nearby rock and wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. Scorpius frowned but smiled after a minute, swooping to kiss her.
"Come on, or we'll miss it" He said, pulling her to her feet. They trudged up the hill, Scorpius lighting the way because of the setting sun, and Rose levitating their gifts. They reached the hill in moments and searched for the Portkey arranged for them, which happened to be an old picnic basket. They each touched the basket, Rose helping Celina grab it in her little fist, gurgling with pleasure. Rose smiled at her pleasure, glanced around once, and then felt the familiar jerk behind her navel that accompanied travelling in this way. Their feet found the familiar ground outside their cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and they trudged through the small garden, overflowing with flowers and into the cottage itself. The pair tramped up the stairs, Celina in Scorpius' arms again. They opened the door to the room they had hoped would be her nursery, but had never got around to decorating and furnishing and stopped in shock.
"Oh…My…God!" Rose squealed. Celina squealed too, but probably not for the same reason. The room, which was usually a beige colour and empty, was pale baby pink. In the corner sat a pink toy bear the size of a horse, surrounded by other toys. A small wardrobe stood majestically in another corner, and in the centre of the room, sat a pink cot with lace draped across the top artistically. A large rocking chair was in another corner, beside a small bookcase full of children's stories. They approached the cradle in surprised silence and pulled back the pink lace. Lying in it was a small folded note. Scorpius reached for it with one hand, shifting Celina to his other hand. He read aloud:
"Dear Rose & Scorpius
Congratulations, and SURPIRSE! Hope you like the colour scheme – courtesy of Lily, Mum, Astoria and auntie Ginny. The rocking chair is from Harry and Ginny, and the bookcase is from James. Obviously, all the books are from Mum!
The cradle was made (actually made) by Draco and the lace and quilt were made by Astoria, the big bear in the corner is from Victoire and Teddy (a teddy bear from Teddy, geddit?), and the little ones around it are from me, James, Albus, Dom and Louis. The wardrobe is from Mum and Dad and the clothes are from everyone. I decided I would give little Celina something she could practice on so she could grow up to be a Quidditch player like her Uncle Hugo ( God that sounds weird) Anyway, the toy broom is in the wardrobe, for when you think she's old enough! It only goes about a foot in the air, Rosie, don't worry.
Lots of love, Hugo."
Scorpius stopped reading and smiled, Rose was beaming as she took Celina from her husband and let the baby look around the room.
"Do you like it Celina?" She asked in a soft voice, gazing down at her beautiful little girl, cradling her to her chest. Scorpius stroked her cheek lovingly as Rose set her down in the cot. Scorpius wandered over to sit in the rocking chair and rocked back and forward gently. Rose however, stood over her daughters' cot and began to sing quietly a lullaby.
Scorpius closed his eyes and relaxed while listening to his wife's pretty voice. She stopped once she heard the gentle snuffling sounds that all babies made while sleeping and padded over to Scorpius. She stroked the strands of hair off his forehead and his eyes opened. He smiled at her with kind eyes and patted his lap. She sat on his carefully and lay with him. He kissed up and down her neck and then on her cheek. She turned to him and he brushed her lips with his.
"I love you Rose." He said, his eyes wide and his mouth pulled up into a half smile. It was a vulnerable thing for a Malfoy to say so openly without embarrassment and Rose kissed him lightly, her arms around his neck.
"Forever?" She said. She was trying to make it sound teasing, but Scorpius heard the real curiosity behind the façade. Maybe he was the only one who knew the real Rose – knew she was tough as nails, but needed re-assurance like every other person.
"Forever and always" He replied, smiling. She kissed him again, with passion and he sighed. He was truly the happiest man on Earth in that moment.
A/N I hope I haven't deceived you into thinking this is the end – It isn't, there is still one more chapter which will be looking at them Three Years Later :) I am also toying with the idea of a sequel after that. Tell me what you think in any case, hope you enjoyed it :D
Mucho Amor
-Sarita x
