A/N: Pregnant, not pregnaut. Duh, what's wrong with me? I knew something was wrong with that word. Anyways, sorry for the spelling error. I'll try to get it right now.
"Grace of the Devil"
Part Two:
"Lucius! Luuuuuuuuuciuuuuuuuuus!"
Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting in his study trying to read the "Daily Prophet", groaned at his wife's yells. But, dutifully, he got up and hurried up to their bedroom.
For the past couple of months, Narcissa had been bed-ridden and miserable. Lucius had been waiting on her hand and foot, getting her anything and everything she wanted. But his pregnant wife never had a nice word for him. At least ten times a day she'd say something along the lines of, "You did this to me. I HATE you!"
He entered the room to find Narcissa on the bed, breathing hard. He knew that this was serious this time, and he ran to her side. "Honey?" he asked in panic, using a rare loving sentiment to address her, "what's the matter?"
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him, still breathing hard. "It's...COMING!" she gasped, then screamed in pain as a contraction came.
"But...but the midwife said you weren't-"
"FUCK THE MIDWIFE! I'M HAVING THE BABY NOW!"
I already did fuck the midwife, Lucius thought darkly as he looked down at his wife. But he had no time to dwell on this. "JINGLE!" A tiny house elf came into the room, cowering at her intimidating master. But her eyes went wide when she saw the sight on the bed.
"What is it that Master is needing?"
"Get the midwife, quickly!" Lucius yelled. The little elf curtised quickly and dashed out of the room before Lucius could kick her, like he was known to do.
The midwife, a chubby but pretty young woman, came in a few minutes later. She, unlike the Malfoys, appeared perfectly calm. "The little one wants to bust out early, I guess," she joked as she took a seat next to the bed. She looked up at Lucius. "You may go now. We've got it from here."
"Are you sure?" Lucius asked anxiously. "You don't need to get me anything, or-"
"LUCIUS!" Narcissa screamed. "SHE SAID GET OUT, SO GET THE FUCK OUT!" Lucius didn't need to be told twice: he shot his wife a dirty look and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
But he didn't wander far. During Narcissa's labor with Draco, Lucius had spent the entire time working in the dungeon, not wanting his wife's screams to disturb him. But now, he didn't want to be too far away, in case he was needed. He had a house elf fetch a chair for him, and he sat right beside the doors to their room, waiting. He didn't do anything: didn't read the paper or a book or anything. Just sat and waited. Any brave house elf that dared to offer him anything was swiftly kicked at, and ran away.
Hours later, Lucius was still sitting, having only gotten up once to use the bathroom. Narcissa's screams had reached their peak, and suddenly...the wail of a baby. Lucius jumped to his feet and, without knocking, threw the door open. A sweating, exhausted Narcissa and the midwife stared at him, but he didn't notice them. He was looking at the screaming child wrapped in a blanket in the midwife's arms. She grinned. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. It's a girl."
Lucius let out a cry of victory, something he hadn't done since he was a young man in school. Narcissa looked at him like he was insane, and Lucius ran to the midwife, eager to hold his daughter.
"Just a moment, Mr. Malfoy. Give me the chance to clean her off!" To Lucius's disapointment, the midwife disapeared into the bathroom with his daughter. With a happy sigh, he sat down on the bed next to his wife.
"A daughter," he muttered. "I have a daughter. Narcissa, WE have a daughter!" There was no reply. "Narcissa?" He looked at his wife, and smiled: she'd fallen asleep.
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In the corner of the dimly lit room, Lucius sat in an armchair. He was exhausted, but too happy to sleep. In his arms was his daughter, sleeping peacefully. Lucius looked down at her, and smiled. A little girl of his own. It was too good to be true. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Lucius?" a voice whispered from the darkness. It was Narcissa, finally awake after a long, much-deserved nap. Lucius carefully rose and went to his wife's side.
"She's asleep," he whispered as he sat down on the bed.
Narcissa snorted softly. "Like SHE needs to sleep. I'm the one who did all the work."
"Narcissa..."
"Oh, don't start," Narcissa said in a weak, irritated voice.
Lucius sighed and looked down at his daughter again. "She's so beautiful," he murmured.
Narcissa leaned over and examined her daughter's face. "She's kind of scrutched up and red."
"Well, she's still beautiful," Lucius said fondly, though he was irritated by his wife's comment. "Our lovely little girl. Our perfect little Gracie." He looked down on her again. "Her hair is so dark."
"You remember how Draco looked when he was born," Narcissa said casually. "He looked like a Spaniard, dark hair and skin and all. And look at him now: pale haired and skinned, like his father."
"Hmmmm," Lucius said, half-listening. He was hypnotized by this little miracle in his arms. Narcissa managed to clear her throat rudely to get his attention.
"Well?" she asked impatiently. "What do you have to say to me?"
Lucius smiled at his wife, and leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Narcissa. This is all I've ever wanted. Thank you."
"Grace of the Devil"
Part Two:
"Lucius! Luuuuuuuuuciuuuuuuuuus!"
Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting in his study trying to read the "Daily Prophet", groaned at his wife's yells. But, dutifully, he got up and hurried up to their bedroom.
For the past couple of months, Narcissa had been bed-ridden and miserable. Lucius had been waiting on her hand and foot, getting her anything and everything she wanted. But his pregnant wife never had a nice word for him. At least ten times a day she'd say something along the lines of, "You did this to me. I HATE you!"
He entered the room to find Narcissa on the bed, breathing hard. He knew that this was serious this time, and he ran to her side. "Honey?" he asked in panic, using a rare loving sentiment to address her, "what's the matter?"
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him, still breathing hard. "It's...COMING!" she gasped, then screamed in pain as a contraction came.
"But...but the midwife said you weren't-"
"FUCK THE MIDWIFE! I'M HAVING THE BABY NOW!"
I already did fuck the midwife, Lucius thought darkly as he looked down at his wife. But he had no time to dwell on this. "JINGLE!" A tiny house elf came into the room, cowering at her intimidating master. But her eyes went wide when she saw the sight on the bed.
"What is it that Master is needing?"
"Get the midwife, quickly!" Lucius yelled. The little elf curtised quickly and dashed out of the room before Lucius could kick her, like he was known to do.
The midwife, a chubby but pretty young woman, came in a few minutes later. She, unlike the Malfoys, appeared perfectly calm. "The little one wants to bust out early, I guess," she joked as she took a seat next to the bed. She looked up at Lucius. "You may go now. We've got it from here."
"Are you sure?" Lucius asked anxiously. "You don't need to get me anything, or-"
"LUCIUS!" Narcissa screamed. "SHE SAID GET OUT, SO GET THE FUCK OUT!" Lucius didn't need to be told twice: he shot his wife a dirty look and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
But he didn't wander far. During Narcissa's labor with Draco, Lucius had spent the entire time working in the dungeon, not wanting his wife's screams to disturb him. But now, he didn't want to be too far away, in case he was needed. He had a house elf fetch a chair for him, and he sat right beside the doors to their room, waiting. He didn't do anything: didn't read the paper or a book or anything. Just sat and waited. Any brave house elf that dared to offer him anything was swiftly kicked at, and ran away.
Hours later, Lucius was still sitting, having only gotten up once to use the bathroom. Narcissa's screams had reached their peak, and suddenly...the wail of a baby. Lucius jumped to his feet and, without knocking, threw the door open. A sweating, exhausted Narcissa and the midwife stared at him, but he didn't notice them. He was looking at the screaming child wrapped in a blanket in the midwife's arms. She grinned. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. It's a girl."
Lucius let out a cry of victory, something he hadn't done since he was a young man in school. Narcissa looked at him like he was insane, and Lucius ran to the midwife, eager to hold his daughter.
"Just a moment, Mr. Malfoy. Give me the chance to clean her off!" To Lucius's disapointment, the midwife disapeared into the bathroom with his daughter. With a happy sigh, he sat down on the bed next to his wife.
"A daughter," he muttered. "I have a daughter. Narcissa, WE have a daughter!" There was no reply. "Narcissa?" He looked at his wife, and smiled: she'd fallen asleep.
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In the corner of the dimly lit room, Lucius sat in an armchair. He was exhausted, but too happy to sleep. In his arms was his daughter, sleeping peacefully. Lucius looked down at her, and smiled. A little girl of his own. It was too good to be true. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Lucius?" a voice whispered from the darkness. It was Narcissa, finally awake after a long, much-deserved nap. Lucius carefully rose and went to his wife's side.
"She's asleep," he whispered as he sat down on the bed.
Narcissa snorted softly. "Like SHE needs to sleep. I'm the one who did all the work."
"Narcissa..."
"Oh, don't start," Narcissa said in a weak, irritated voice.
Lucius sighed and looked down at his daughter again. "She's so beautiful," he murmured.
Narcissa leaned over and examined her daughter's face. "She's kind of scrutched up and red."
"Well, she's still beautiful," Lucius said fondly, though he was irritated by his wife's comment. "Our lovely little girl. Our perfect little Gracie." He looked down on her again. "Her hair is so dark."
"You remember how Draco looked when he was born," Narcissa said casually. "He looked like a Spaniard, dark hair and skin and all. And look at him now: pale haired and skinned, like his father."
"Hmmmm," Lucius said, half-listening. He was hypnotized by this little miracle in his arms. Narcissa managed to clear her throat rudely to get his attention.
"Well?" she asked impatiently. "What do you have to say to me?"
Lucius smiled at his wife, and leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Narcissa. This is all I've ever wanted. Thank you."