Authors note: Sadly I own nothing of the Harry Potter realm...*Sigh* All contents, save the plot, belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. This is a sequel to the song-fic 'Precious Choices'. It will make more sense if you read the previous story first.
Sorry these last two chapters have been so short; I've been short on time lately. This is possibly the last chapter guys! Thank you so much to everyone who stuck with me!
I'm considering posting an epilogue of ten years later. Let me know what you think!
Chapter 14 – Life as I Know It
Life was back to normal for the five of us. We decided to sell the house in Faversham and get a house closer to everyone. We found a two story, six bedroom, three bathroom house in Wizarding London and started moving everything in. Three months had passed since Dean and Lucas were taken. The Aurors were certain that they had either killed or captured every remaining Death Eater. Draco and I were worried about the boys have repercussions for killing Astoria but Harry assured us that they were in no trouble for it, seeing as they 'assisted' in the battle.
Ginny had little Molly two months ago, a month early. Harry was ecstatic to be a father again and their boys were thrilled to be big brothers. Luna was now seven months along and they were having a boy. They had already settled on the name Fred, after Ron's brother.
As for Draco and I? I was four months pregnant and Draco was practically jumping for joy. We couldn't wait to find out what we were having and we already had names picked out for a boy and a girl, Jasper and Celeste.
I woke up the morning of my ultrasound and Draco was already up and making breakfast. I took a shower and got ready for the day then went down stairs.
"Hi babies." I said, kissing Rose, Dean and Lucas on the foreheads. "Are you guys ready to spend the day with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny?"
"Did I hear my name?" Harry called, coming into the kitchen.
"UNCLE ARRY!" Rose cried. She jumped off her chair and ran to him.
"I never thought I'd see the day when a Malfoy was excited to see a Potter." Draco said frowning. Harry laughed and set Rose back in her seat. The kids went with Harry and Draco and I ate breakfast and left for St. Mungo's.
"Guess what Rosie?" Draco said, swinging her around the living room. She started giggling like mad. "You're going to have a little sister!" Draco set her down on the floor.
"YAY!" Rose yelled. "Was er name?" She asked.
"We're naming her Celeste Ann." I told Rose, pulling her into my lap. "Draco, would you get the boys ready to go?" I asked, starting to braid Rose's hair.
"Where we goin?" Rose asked.
"We are going to visit Meme and Papa." I told her, twisting a hair tie at the end of her braid.
"Otay." She said, jumping off my lap.
The next six months went smoothly. Draco was the perfect doting husband and father. Rose turned three and drove everyone bonkers on her birthday, insisting that it was her day and everyone had to listen to her. A proper Malfoy princess.
On September 4th, I was sitting in the living room placing her birthday photos in our scrapbook when I sneezed.
"Draco!" I yelled, looking down at my lap. Draco came running into the room with Dean in his arms.
"What's-" He started. Then he saw my lap. He put Dean down. "Go get Lucas and Rose. Now." Dean nodded and ran out of the room. "What happened?" Draco asked. He grabbed the bag that was next to the couch and knelt in front of me.
"I sneezed." I said lamely.
"Have your contractions started yet?" I shook my head. "Ok. I'll floo mum and dad to come get the kids and then we'll go to St. Mungo's." I cried out as my first contraction hit me and gripped Draco's shirt.
"You're not leaving me!" I yelled. Rose, Dean and Lucas came running into the room.
"Rosie, do daddy a favor. Go fetch Mummy's mobile. It's on the dining room table." Rose nodded with a scared look in her eyes and ran out of the room, coming back a moment later with my mobile clutched in her hand. "Call Meme and Papa. Do you know how to do that?" Rose nodded and did as she was told.
"Meme! Mummy hurt!" Rose cried. She listened for a moment and then handed the mobile to Draco. "Meme want to talk to you."
"Mum? Hermione is in labor. I need you to come get the kids." He said quickly. "Ok. Bye." He flipped the phone shut. "Go get ready to go to Meme and Papa's, kids."
"I wanna tay with Mummy!" Rose cried.
"No. I have to take Mummy to see Uncle Blaise." Draco said. "Go! Now!" The kids nodded and ran out of the room.
"You'd think," I panted, "That after having three kids… This would be easier!" I cried out in pain again as another contraction hit me. Draco was to my left, holding my hand and trying to help me through the labor.
"Just breath, Mia." He told me.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I yelled. He flinched and I felt bad for a second, before another contraction hit.
I had been in labor for over eight hours, my longest yet. Having Rose had taken three hours of pushing, Dean and Lucas had taken five. "There's something wrong!" I insisted yet again.
"You're doing fine, Mrs. Malfoy." The Healer said.
"No!" I yelled. I sat up further and grabbed the front of his shirt. "You get Healer Zabini in here. NOW!"
"I can't do that. He's busy." The Healer said. Draco growled and got up.
"Look asshole, I donate hundreds of galleons a year to this place. You get Blaise in here now, or Merlin help me-"
"No need to threaten, mate. I'm here. Healer Johnson, you're free to go." Blaise cast a quick ultrasound spell on my stomach. The image projected and Blaise studied it. "There's the problem. You're daughter is turned facing up. It's not too much to worry about but it will make this longer and harder." I collapsed back on the bed and glared at the ceiling. "Do you want to take a quick break or proceed?"
"I need water." I said. Draco handed me my cup and I drank it down then propped myself up on my elbows and nodded. "Let's go."
I pushed for another hour before we heard Celeste cry for the first time. Draco cut her umbilical cord and helped wash her off while I pushed out the placenta. The last thing I saw before passing out was Draco holding our newborn daughter and crying softly.
