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I woke up in Rose's bed for the second time in my life, feeling even more satisfied than the last time. Rose was tucked under the crinkled olive green bed sheet, her bare shoulders exposed and her face covered by her deep red curls.

I had an unexplainable amount of pride exploding within me. I'd had sex with Rose Weasley again. It was fucking fantastic.

I got up and stretched my limbs out. I looked at Rose and my heart beat faster just thinking about her. I wanted to lean down and give her a tonne of kisses, but I resisted. I instead found my clothes - which were sprawled out around the room. I put them on quickly and grabbed my wallet, ready to go get us both a hot drink from the coffee house down the road.

I took one last glance at Rose before leaving her room. Merlin, I was a lucky man.

As I walked outside in the fresh morning, I thought about the night before. I'd never felt so relaxed around any girl like I had with Rose. Eating snacks on the couch, barely watching a movie and just talking, feeling our baby kick for the first time; it was all just so perfect.

The conversations had also made me a little uneasy, though. Rose was clearly less experienced with relationships than I'd assumed. Only one guy at school? Unless she'd completely went for it when school was over, I was definitely a very pre-loved item compared to her. Did my casualness towards partners and sex scare her last night? Did she think that's all I cared about?

I continued the short walk, frustrated with my stupidity. I entered the coffee shop and ordered two tall takeaway coffees, two sugars in each. While I was waiting for my order, I felt a small hand tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a very familiar and surprising face.

"Poppy!"

"Hello stranger," she said, a small smirk on her lips.

Poppy was a 25 year old woman I had dated previously - in fact, directly previously - to my night with Rose. Goddamn, of course these women would start showing up again! She was short, had brown, wavy hair down to her shoulders and wide brown eyes. Her best asset though? Her very curvaceous body. And boy did she let me see a lot of that.

Poppy was my first relationship that lasted over two months. I met her on one of my breaks and we continued "dating" it until the next break two months later. Considering we only saw each other a few times during my breaks, the term "relationship" as used loosely. She decided the long distance thing was too hard to handle and cut it off before I went back to training.

"How have you been?" I started.

"Really good," she smiled, "Just finished my fourth year of law school, it's looking promising. Are you an auror yet?"

I shook my head, "Nah, graduation is in June, so not long now."

I was meticulously avoiding the discussion about relationships, not wanting to explain to her my current situation. I didn't even know my current situation, honestly. However, despite the long list of conversation starters I had in my head, I could feel the wrong questions approaching. It was virtually dancing on her lips.

"So I heard you and Rose Weasley are having a baby?"

I was puzzled for a moment, I'd been expecting her to ask if I was seeing anyone. How did she possibly know this?

Oh shit, the media, of course. Our news had been splashed across every page of every news publisher in the wizarding world. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling slightly misplaced. "Ah, yeah, we are."

She laughed humourlessly. "I didn't picture you ever hooking up with a Weasley, let alone knocking one up!"

"It was kind of a sudden surprise, I guess."

I could tell Poppy saw right through my words. She knew that by 'surprise' I definitely meant "mistake", but we both pretended to be ignorant and she continued.

"Well, yeah, we'd only just stopped seeing each other what? Two months or so before that, during one of your breaks? And bam, she's pregnant from the next lot of them! I mean, I thought it was hard enough for you keeping a relationship working, let alone throwing a kid into the mix."

"Look Pop, I know it seems fast, but she's really lovely and even though the pregnancy was a mistake to begin with, it seems alright now."

After having some of the best sex of my life a mere few hours ago, I was in no mood to have to justify or discuss relationships or babies with anyone, except for the woman waiting for me at home.

Merlin help me, I was already calling Rose's home my own.

The barrister called out my name and I collected my drinks, popping them into a cup holder while Poppy continued doubting my choices. "Scorpius the sexual bachelor no more."

"Yep, looks like I'm all out of business now."

"I do miss those nights we had though," Poppy pulled a sad face.

I wanted to groaned, but held it in. Did she have to start this 'I need you back' bullshit now? Really? She knew herself I was having a baby with some else, why did she need to position me like this?

At the thought of 'those nights' I couldn't help but compare sex with Poppy to sex with Rose. It was like chalk and cheese. While Poppy knew what she was doing, and could do a lot of it well, she couldn't compare to the compassion and excitement I felt when I was with Rose.

"They weren't bad," I tried to knock back her advances subtly.

Poppy grabbed her order and followed me out the door. I needed to get away from her before she made me feel guilty. Once we were out of the shop, I turned to face her and let her give me one friendly hug as a goodbye, before I made a few silent steps away from her.

"I'm sorry I let you go Scorpius. You are one of the good ones."

I avoided her wide eyes, not wanting to be caught in her emotions, still pacing backwards. Remaining stoic, I said, "Ah well, it wasn't meant to be, Poppy."

She started off in the other direction - thank fuck - calling out, "I hope Rose knows how lucky she is!"

"I'm the lucky one," I mumbled so she couldn't hear before shouting out, "See you Poppy!"

I found myself in a quickened pace to get home - damn it, to Rose's home! - and surprise Rose with her coffee. It was only a short walk before I found myself battling the stairs up to her apartment. I opened the door and crept in quietly, not wanting to disturb Rose like I had last time I entered her house early in the morning.

I was about 5 long strides away from knocking on the bedroom door when I heard a cough from behind. I turned around to find Rose, standing there with her arms crossed, holding a spatula in her hand. She was wearing a short, white, silk kimono that was wrapped nicely around her slim body, with white slippers to match. If it weren't for my impeccable self-control, I would've thrown her on the bed and had her for breakfast.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" she shot back.

"You're not meant to be up yet! I was going to surprise you!"

"And I wanted to surprise you! Wait surprise me with what?"

I raised the coffee tray up in front of me. Rose hid the upwards curl of her lip by turning around, coincidentally giving me a lovely view of her backside that was barely covered by her attire. My eyes followed her as she began stomping into the kitchen, from which I got the feeling I had to follow her myself. When I finally gained the strength to look away from her butt, I found the kitchen table covered in two plates of pancakes and an abundance of spreads and toppings in between each.

We both stared at each other's offerings; my two cups of coffee, Rose and her plates of pancakes, and we both found nothing else to do but laugh.

"Well, surprise I guess," she giggled at me. I passed her a coffee and took a seat in front of the most delicious smelling pancakes ever.

"I got you a flat white coffee, and I know you're not meant to have more than two a day, so I hope you were up for sacrificing one now."

She look at me with surprise, "How do you know I'm not meant to drink too much coffee?"

I shrugged. Wasn't it obvious? "I read it one of those baby books mum gave me."

"You read the baby books?"

"I've nearly finished one, What to Expect, it's pretty good actually. There's a lot of gruesome shit that goes in there though."

Rose nodded, obviously agreeing with me. The truth is, I'd only skimmed through it when I could. I read the important parts, as far as I could tell. I'd accidentally seen the graphic images of birthing scenes and birthing complications that no one should ever need to be familiar with. How my father - or even Rose, for that matter - survived through Healing School, I'll never know.

She took a large sip of her coffee, before she focused her eyes on me. Her beautiful, blue eyes that were basically screaming at me to spark up a conversation with her before the silence became too much.

"So last night was fun." Great, I used the 'awkward morning after a one night stand' line on her. I tried to recover, "I mean, it was amazing. I loved it, I forgot how good you were. I-"

"You're rambling," she smirked, her mouth full of pancake. "I loved it too, Scorpius. It's amazing how hot and bothered pregnancy has made me."

I swallowed a mouthful of food, feeling pleased with myself. "So does that mean I've kind of done you a favour here?"

"Are you kidding me? I get you for two weeks every two months. That leaves me pretty lonely. Man, just wait until next time you're back, I'll be throwing myself at you."

"Who says we have to wait until my next break? We've still got a week left, after all."

Her blue eyes flickered with lust for a moment and I held in a smirk. Chewing animatedly on her food, Rose spoked, "Yeah you're right, a lot can happen in one week, can't it?"

There was something about the fact that she was already planning more encounters that made me feel light headed. I realised it was probably because my blood was being directed to another area of my body. I changed the subject in an attempt to hold down the urges. "So, you ready for dinner tonight?"

Unfazed by my abrupt subject redirection, she shrugged nonchalantly. My parents - or more so, my mother in particular - had invited us over for dinner. It wasn't such a bad deal, but Rose and I both knew the evening would consist of more "what are you going to do" talk than actually eating dinner.

"I'm in, as long as we get to buy baby things today."

I scrunched up my face. We'd agreed the day after I got home for my break that we needed to start organising stuff for the baby; Rose was nearly halfway through her pregnancy, after all. But the problem I had was with the three-page long list of items needed for the baby, according to What To Expect. I personally believed half of them were bullshit, though. A changing mat? Why couldn't the changing table be enough? And it said to stock up at least three boxes of nappies. Three! Why wasn't one enough to start with?

Despite being skeptical, Rose had smacked me back into line, saying it was "important to have everything suggested to us in case we end up needing it". Not wanting to risk having my balls blown off, I prepared myself for an agitating day of shopping.

We'd been out for four hours.

Four hours of scanning through baby clothes, cribs, prams, cloths, nappies, bottles, dummies; you name anything to do with a baby, I've seen it. Rose, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the lengthly trip, was currently mulling over a baby monitor.

"Rose, we won't need a baby monitor."

She sighed, holding two virtually identical devices in her hands. "Scorpius, what if we put the baby down to sleep and can't hear the crying from another room?"

"We don't even have another room in your apartment to put the baby anyway!"

Rose put the devices down and crossed her arms, "What happened to getting a proper house and all that?"

"Well, uh…" I stuttered.

The truth is, I hadn't pursued that matter since I'd brought up the idea months ago. I'd told Rose we'd buy a house, and yet all I'd been doing lately was lie around her apartment, fitting myself into it. Buying a house seemed so official and even though we'd gone past this step already with me getting Rose pregnant, it felt like the next step should probably be sorting out our relationship, before adding the pressure of a house to our lives

"Or is that not happening now?"

The disappointed look on Rose's face made me panic.

"It is!" I blurted out, "Tomorrow, we'll start looking tomorrow!"

Shit, I was letting my life move very fast. So much for sorting out our lives first. I cursed at myself for being such a twat, and the hopeful smile on Rose's mouth made me curse even more, knowing I couldn't escape my proposition.

"Sounds great! And anyway, no matter where we're living, we can't leave our child in misery! We need a baby monitor."

I exhaled loudly and shook my head, "Not for 50 Galleons we don't! Surely there's something cheaper than that!"

"I am getting the best for my baby Scorpius! You and I both know money is not a problem for us here!"

I couldn't argue with her any more. I'd already had to fight to stop her from buying one blue, one pink version of everything. 'We are not having twins!' I'd told her. Somehow her maternal instincts had turned up in full swing and sent her on a mission to build a nest like a fucking bird, only the nest consisted of very expensive and unexplainable baby items.

In all honesty though, when I actually realised we were buying stuff for our baby, a baby that was definitely real and definitely going to pop out at some point and need all the stuff we were buying, I felt the anxiety creep up. Babies, apartments, and all the necessities that came with it were overwhelming; it was like reality had finally hit me and I knew I needed to take it seriously.

That still didn't stop me from trying to postpone this particular shopping trip, though.

"Rose, you're family will host you a baby shower, you know they'll get half of this stuff for you anyway, we don't need to waste the money."

She finally decided on a baby monitor - the more expensive one, of course - and popped the box in her basket. "I still want to be prepared Scorpius, don't you want all of this sorted out before it arrives?"

"Of course I do, but I don't think I can look at one more breast pump without going mad, honestly."

"Well what am I meant to do if I'm away from the baby for a day or two? The milk has got to go somewhere and preferably not on me!"

Between our comical conflict about pumps, my eye caught a glimpse of a figure, hiding behind a crib a few rows down from us. It was a journo, I was sure of it. It was funny how quickly I changed my mood to avoid a negative story being published. The last thing I needed was another stressor for Rose in the form of a newspaper article. I looked back over at Rose - who was now onto the musical mobiles - and pulled her in for a hug from behind.

"Scorpius what are you-"

"-I'm just so happy Rose!" I said loudly and over-excitedly. I couldn't tell Rose about the journalist, I knew she'd be too bothered by it. So I went in for crazy-happy-husband material on her to sell a good story to the public.

"What?" she asked, turning around and staring at me.

"You make me the happiest person on the planet! This baby, these expensive products, me and you; I know it's going to be perfect for us!" I smiled like a lunatic.

She narrowed her eyes at me, seeing past my facade, "Are you being sarcastic right now?"

Technically, I was, but I was still speaking the truth, so it didn't matter, "No honey, I just really needed you to know," I glanced over at the man who was scribbling down information, "that I think everything is going so good for us right now."

She relaxed into a small smile, "I'm glad you think so too."

I felt slightly guilty for having ulterior motives for my words and actions as soon as Rose believed them. I did mean them to a degree, of course, but I knew for the sake of keeping the peace, the exaggeration was worth it.

The journalist had hidden their notepad and began pretending to look through baby products. A part of me wanted to go and give him a good whack on the face for being so rude, while the rest of me wanted to get away from him as quick a possible, before I could whack him in the face for real.

I glanced back just in time to see Rose discreetly trying to place a bottle steriliser in her basket, before walking towards the front counter. "Now, let's go pay for this and get home. We've been here for hours, why didn't you tell me to stop ages ago?"

I stared at her in disbelief, outraged that I could've been put out of my misery so much sooner. She continued walking with me following behind her.

"And by the way," she looked over her shoulder, "I saw that journo, nice cover up. And by the way, you make me the 'happiest person on the planet' too."

She smirked at her witty and sarcastic comment and turned away from me, as I was left ashamed and lost for words. Rose Weasley was a clever girl.

"I'm actually excited to see your parents again."

I snorted, and turned to face Rose, who was doing her makeup in the bathroom. She was leaning over the sink in a tight black dress, drawing attention to her curves, driving me crazy as usual. We were due at my parents' home any minute now, and but Rose was still "prepping".

"Why?"

I caught Rose rolling her eyes in the mirror as though her answer were obvious, "Your mum just understands me, I guess. I know my mum does too, but Astoria's really seen life from my point of view already."

"I wish I could say the same about at least one of our fathers but unfortunately, neither exactly understand me."

"Your dad does," Rose said bluntly, putting her lip balm on with her ring finger. "You're in the same situation as he was, really."

"And yet he hasn't made the effort to tell me that."

Draco Malfoy was a good man. Most people would tell you that now - with the exception of those still stuck in the past. But as my father, he was never one to sit around and have a supportive or uplifting conversation with. He could be positive and helpful with all his patients, but as soon as I needed help, he found it all too hard. If I had any problem with anything - girls, school, sports, work, or emotions - dad would get uncomfortable and direct me straight to mum. That's just the way it was.

"Maybe you should ask him tonight then? Maybe he'll have some fatherly advice for you?"

I laughed humourlessly. Fatherly advice? Yeah, that was unlikely coming from Draco Malfoy. "Maybe, I'd prefer to just get through dinner and leave rather than sit around and beg my dad for some painful and useless advice."

I could see Rose was less than impressed with my lack of motivation. Her lips curved downwards in what was almost a scowl, and her eyes were narrowed at me through the refection of the mirror. "Please at least try to get some encouragement from him, Scorpius. He's your father, you were raised by him, it'd be good if he could prepare you for raising your own kid!"

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, "Fine I'll try my best."

"Good." Rose fiddled with her crystal earring, before giving her dress a quick wipe down with her hands. "Are you ready for a good night?"

Not exactly. "If you are then I guess I can be too."

Rose and I collected our things and headed out of her apartment. I held her insanely soft hands as we prepared to apparate to my parents' manor and with a loud pop, we were off.

After landing easily at our destination, we walked up to my front door and I let us in. Walking through the large house I'd grown up in, I quickly led us to the dining room where my parents would no doubt be. Rose held her stomach comfortably, strolling two steps behind me.

"Mum, we're here," I called out before we entered though to the room.

"Oh good Scorpius, come in, we have guests!"

"Who?" I called as we opened up the doors and made our way in.

I didn't need their names to know the answer. Staring at me from one side of the dining table were a red and brown haired couple whose presence made me want to faint. They sat tall and straight, expressions that showed they were obviously uncomfortable with their surroundings.

"Mum, dad, what are you doing here?" Rose stared in horror.

"We're all having dinner together, isn't that lovely?" my own mother beamed.

Oh yes, just peachy. One big, happy family.

Look out, here comes some fun! Please review if you want to. The chapter was just a little insight into the opinions of Scorpius, really, it may seem uneventful, but it is necessary stuff! This one isn't exactly worthy of a review, so I get it if this one lacks feedback! Bear with me guys, the next chapter will make it up to you all!
Love, Alicia. x