A/N: I'll be doing a big "thank you" to all my reviewers after the next chapter. I wanted to get this up while I could get onto FF.net. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! –LadyBrannon
Draco and Ginny were in the kitchen sitting at the small, glazed ceramic tile dinette placed in front of a large scenic window that looked out into their heavily gardened backyard. Ginny was sipping her morning Earl Grey with two teaspoons of sugar and nibbling on a piece of toast with a smidgeon of orange marmalade. For the second morning in a row, Ginny had woken with a touch of a stomach ache.
Draco was sitting directly across from Ginny and was digging into a plateful of mini sausage biscuits. He had worked up quite an appetite overnight.
Ginny caught a whiff of the banger in the biscuits and her stomach turned over. She scrambled out of the chair and headed for the closest bathroom.
Draco looked up from his plate in surprise when Ginny scuttled out of the room. He could hear her fly into the bathroom and retch into the toilet.
He jumped up, grabbed a cold pack out of the freezer and ran to Ginny's side. Once he got there, he found her kneeling on the floor pouring her heart out to the porcelain god. He leaned over and gently pulled her hair back from her face. He reached into one of the drawers by the sink and pulled out a rubber band. He deftly put her hair up with the rubber band and placed the cold pack on the back of her neck.
She mumbled a thank you and slumped down on the floor relishing the cool pack that was on her neck. Anything cold had always help settle her stomach.
At that moment, Arthur arrived with the kids via the parlor fireplace. Ginny motioned for Draco to go take care of the kids. Draco threw her one last concerned look and walked hesitantly out of the room.
Ginny had always been amazed at the tenderness Draco showed her when she was ill. She still recalled the first time she had been sick around Draco.
She had been in her first year at the Ministry of Magic. She was supposed to meet Draco at the Three Broomsticks for lunch and then spend the afternoon with him wandering through the streets and stores of the only all wizarding town in the United Kingdom.
Instead, she found herself in bed with a nasty flu. She had an insanely high fever and was aching all over. She asked one of her roommates to give Draco a letter she had quickly written earlier to inform him of her condition.
She had fallen into a fitful sleep on her bed after her roommates had left the apartment they shared just off Diagon Alley. She woke a couple of hours later to find her nightstand covered with several vases of red roses and a very worried blonde man sitting to her right.
"Ginny are you all right?" he asked in a concerned whisper, "Is there anything you need? Anything I can get you?"
In her weakened state, Ginny had instantly burst into tears, which had immediately sent Draco into a frenzy of more concern. He had frantically gotten up from his chair and began searching for anything to make her feel better, but Ginny grabbed the bottom of Draco's shirt and pulled him back. She shook her head and pulled him close; then she had whispered those three little words to him for the first time.
Ginny smiled to herself at the thought of Draco's reaction to her whispered confession.
He had pulled back in amazement and asked her to repeat herself. She had looked him directly in the eye, pointed her finger at his chest and said forcefully, "I love you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy had responded in the most unbelievable way. He had pulled his wand out, transfigured one of her old well used tomes into a rocking chair and gently extricated her from the bedding she was wrapped in. Then, he sat down in the rocking chair with her on his lap and rocked her as a mother would rock a baby…as if the most precious thing in the world was in his arms. He stayed there with Ginny in his arms, rocking her, until she drifted in to a peaceful sleep.
Ginny awoke the next morning feeling much better; she threw the covers back, stretched her arms upward and grinned at the flowers that served as a memory to Draco and the amazing night before.
Ginny was pulled from her memories by another wave of nausea. She slowly crawled to the toilet and suffered through another incident of retching. God, how she hated this…she would rather suffer through Filch's dreamed of torture chamber than a bout of nausea. UGH!
Just as she finished, Draco pulled open the door carrying another ice pack and a wet cloth. He bent over, placed one hand on the back of her head for support and used his other hand, with the cool, wet cloth, to gently wipe her face.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh, just a bit nauseous." she whispered in reply.
"Do you think-umm-Ginny? Do you think you might be pregnant?" Draco asked with a bit of wistfulness to his voice.
Ginny had to smile at his question. He had hated growing up an only child. She knew how much he wanted a huge family, a large family with her. Well, that and he wasn't the one that had to push a baby out of his body, not that Ginny minded. She loved being pregnant; she loved being a mother.
"One way to find out…" Ginny gently reminded him.
Draco nodded and said, "Be right back…" He stood up from his kneeling position, turned and walked out of the small room.
He was back within minutes with wand in hand. He gave her a small hopeful smile and pointed the wand at her.
"Revealo Enceinte!" he exclaimed.
A large white iridescent bubble of plasmid mass encircled Ginny's torso and began rotating counter clockwise. Soon, it began shooting sparks of light energy and stopped rotating. As it stopped, the circle changed color…green, the color of life. It seemed a new Malfoy was on the way.
Draco stopped the test with a "Finite Incatatum" and grabbed Ginny into his arms; hugging her tightly.
She promptly threw up all over him.