"I'm dead," Hermione said softly. "No. I hurt too much to be dead."

"That's good," Draco said. "I wouldn't want you to be dead. Scorpius and I would be much too upset to cope."

Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband and their newborn son. "I still can't believe that I let you talk me into naming him that. He's going to get made fun of."

"Alright Hermione."

She chuckled a little and then grimaced. Giving birth wasn't fun, and even though they had given her meds it wasn't enough to get rid of the pain completely. And laughing wasn't helping.

Draco stood up and walked over. He reached over and smoothed her hair back. "Are you alright?"

"Not yet. You try carrying him around for nine months in your stomach and then having to push him out. It's going to take some time to recover."