Harry sat his son on the edge of the bed and pulled up a chair near Draco's head. Draco had suffered a miscarriage for the 2nd time and he seemed to take it a little bit better than the first time. Though many tears were shed still for the child that wouldn't be on both Harry and Draco's part.
"I did well carrying Aubrey, maybe we should try again to have me carry another child. I know you want a girl and he does have his heart set having a little sister to watch out for," Harry murmured into Draco's hair. Aubrey curled up into his daddy's lap and rested his blonde head on the broad shoulder. The sight would have been picture worthy if it wasn't a devastating scenario to begin with. Draco nodded numbly as he ran his fingers threw his young son's hair. With his other hand he absently trailed his fingers over his slightly mounded belly that once housed the precious bundle.
"You are right. I guess that I'm just not built for it, anyway. You do have a feminine build to start with, I suppose which helps you out on that front," Draco responded rather slowly. "You just seemed so happy there for the last few months with all the hormones running through you, I just hoped to be able to experience the same you had."
"You can be the doting daddy all through the child's life. You aren't any less a part of this just because you can't carry, you know." Harry rubbed Draco's shoulders as he slowly began to doze off in the hospital bed. "Get some sleep then we'll go home in the morning when you wake up. The healers just want to make sure that everything is back in place before they send you off." Draco mumbled in his sleep as his arms tightened around his son.