Author's Note: I just saw this music video on CMT and I absolutely loved
this song already, but then I had to great idea to turn it into a D/G fic
and well here I am about to write it. If you don't know the song it's
performed and written by Alan Jackson. Oh and I am writing this with one
verse at the top of each new chapter. So it's like a songfic, but with
chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! All I have is a Clay Aiken poster and a Brad Paisley CD!!! Don't sue because it ALL belongs to J.K. Rowling except the song and my writing.
I would like to thank Daisie who is my only reviewer so far. I hope I can get others. (
*Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when*
Turning on the sink Ginny rinsed out the mug she had just used for her hot cocoa. Surprisingly she felt somewhat better, but still could not rest easy without her husband by her side. Perhaps it was the fact that he had never done this before. Other times when he was going to be late he had owled her. She sighed, pushed her hair behind the ears, and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Before making it all the way up the stairs her mind had already settled on another memory, this one bittersweet.
***
Ginny rushed down the stairs and into the living room, her auburn hair flying behind her. She looked around frantically for a moment before seeing what she had been looking for. Draco. Walking slowly, she crossed to stand in front of him.
Pressing her red lips to his as she kissed him and said, "I have some news and I think you'd better sit down."
"Uh, okay." Draco sat on the plush white couch behind him, wondering what on earth had his wife in such a state.
Ginny pulled on the bottom of her dark green shirt, pulling it over the waistline of her jeans before letting it go rapidly. Then, in one fluid movement, she sat on the floor, surprising Draco.
He watched his wife who was now playing with the shag carpet and looking at her hands. Patience was not something that came naturally to him and it was taking all of his control to not scream at Ginny to get on with it. Yet, he held his tongue, seeming to know that this was something that she had to tell in her own time. . .however long that took.
Slowly Ginny lifted her head and met Draco's gray eyes with her blue ones. "Is you hair naturally that color?"
Whatever Draco had been expected that sure as hell was not it. "What?!"
"Well, I was just wondering. I mean I never really asked and just assumed that it was and. . .well. . ." Ginny trailed off and looked down at her hands again.
He shook his head, deciding that this must just be leading up to whatever she was going to say. "It's natural. Have you ever seen me dying it?"
"Well, uh. . .no, but. . .ah. . ." She trailed of once again. Then she abruptly exclaimed, "Do you think our children will have red hair or blonde hair or. . .maybe a reddish blonde because that wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, I think that would be nice. Um. . ."
As Ginny trailed off again Draco lost it. His patience flew straight out the window. Not that they had any open windows or to say that his patience is a thing, but oh this has nothing to do with anything. "Gin, hon, spit out whatever the news is. Please, please, just tell me what is going on."
Lifting her eyes from her hands she looked into his eyes and softly said, "I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby."
Draco stood, sat again with a confused look on his face before he stood once again and walked to his wife. Collapsing beside her he whispered, "We're going to be parents."
She nodded not noticing that Draco's eyes were glued to her abdomen. "So, uh, there's something growing in there right now?" Draco asked, pointing at her stomach.
Ginny giggled and said, "So it would seem."
Her fingers deftly found their way through Draco's blonde hair which brought her back to one of hre previous questions. "So, what color do you think their hair will be?"
Draco looking seriously into her eyes before replying, "I haven't a clue, but I hope with all my heart that they have red hair like their mother."
"Well, I hope that they have blonde hair like their father," Ginny responded with a smile.
He pushed her shirt up a little and kissed Ginny's white, soft skin. Then he spoke directly to her tummy, "I love you."
A tear rolled down Ginny's cheek and Draco raised his head. "I love you too," he whispered in her ear. Then he pressed his lips to hers and carried her up to their bedroom.
*four months later*
"Oh lovely wife! Where are you?" Draco called to his house when he apparated into the living room. Upon hearing no answer he hollered, "Fine, don't answer me, but I'm going to find you anyway!"
He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The bedroom was always a fine place to begin looking since Ginny had begun taking naps during the afternoon. He supposed that she was lying on the bed waiting for him to find her. And find her he would. Draco walked into their room to see Ginny, yes indeed lying on the bed, crying.
He hurried to the other side of the bed in order to speak with her. It appeared that she had been crying for a while since her cheeks were tearstained and her eyes were red. Draco ran the side of his hand down her cheek murmering soothing sounds and took her into his arms which caused her to sob.
"Ginny, honey. What's wrong? What. . .what happened?"
She just shook her head and cried into his shirt, holding onto him tightly. He held her while she cried for a few minutes before asking her once more to tell him what had happened. Again, she only shook her head and grasped him tighter.
Two hours passed; Draco had moved to sit on the bed, rocking her in his arms. The tears had dried up after the first hour, but still Ginny held tight to him not saying a word.
Draco smoothed her hair before trying again, "Baby, please tell me what's wrong. I can help. I know I can. Please, just tell me."
For the first time in the past two hours she sat up and looked into his eyes. "The baby is dead. I had a miscarriage. The doctors don't know what happened, but it did and now our child is dead. Dead before even catching a glimpse of the world."
Draco's eyes widened and he numbly pulled her back to his chest, running his fingers through her hair. He had lied. He couldn't help. No one could.
For hours, maybe the entire dreadful night, they sat on their bed. Not talking, not looking at each other, just holding each other and praying to God that things would be okay. They had no idea how anything could be okay ever again, but had full confidence that it would be. But what if they were wrong? What if this destroyed them?
All they had was hope and the comfort of each others' arms.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! All I have is a Clay Aiken poster and a Brad Paisley CD!!! Don't sue because it ALL belongs to J.K. Rowling except the song and my writing.
I would like to thank Daisie who is my only reviewer so far. I hope I can get others. (
*Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when*
Turning on the sink Ginny rinsed out the mug she had just used for her hot cocoa. Surprisingly she felt somewhat better, but still could not rest easy without her husband by her side. Perhaps it was the fact that he had never done this before. Other times when he was going to be late he had owled her. She sighed, pushed her hair behind the ears, and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Before making it all the way up the stairs her mind had already settled on another memory, this one bittersweet.
***
Ginny rushed down the stairs and into the living room, her auburn hair flying behind her. She looked around frantically for a moment before seeing what she had been looking for. Draco. Walking slowly, she crossed to stand in front of him.
Pressing her red lips to his as she kissed him and said, "I have some news and I think you'd better sit down."
"Uh, okay." Draco sat on the plush white couch behind him, wondering what on earth had his wife in such a state.
Ginny pulled on the bottom of her dark green shirt, pulling it over the waistline of her jeans before letting it go rapidly. Then, in one fluid movement, she sat on the floor, surprising Draco.
He watched his wife who was now playing with the shag carpet and looking at her hands. Patience was not something that came naturally to him and it was taking all of his control to not scream at Ginny to get on with it. Yet, he held his tongue, seeming to know that this was something that she had to tell in her own time. . .however long that took.
Slowly Ginny lifted her head and met Draco's gray eyes with her blue ones. "Is you hair naturally that color?"
Whatever Draco had been expected that sure as hell was not it. "What?!"
"Well, I was just wondering. I mean I never really asked and just assumed that it was and. . .well. . ." Ginny trailed off and looked down at her hands again.
He shook his head, deciding that this must just be leading up to whatever she was going to say. "It's natural. Have you ever seen me dying it?"
"Well, uh. . .no, but. . .ah. . ." She trailed of once again. Then she abruptly exclaimed, "Do you think our children will have red hair or blonde hair or. . .maybe a reddish blonde because that wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, I think that would be nice. Um. . ."
As Ginny trailed off again Draco lost it. His patience flew straight out the window. Not that they had any open windows or to say that his patience is a thing, but oh this has nothing to do with anything. "Gin, hon, spit out whatever the news is. Please, please, just tell me what is going on."
Lifting her eyes from her hands she looked into his eyes and softly said, "I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby."
Draco stood, sat again with a confused look on his face before he stood once again and walked to his wife. Collapsing beside her he whispered, "We're going to be parents."
She nodded not noticing that Draco's eyes were glued to her abdomen. "So, uh, there's something growing in there right now?" Draco asked, pointing at her stomach.
Ginny giggled and said, "So it would seem."
Her fingers deftly found their way through Draco's blonde hair which brought her back to one of hre previous questions. "So, what color do you think their hair will be?"
Draco looking seriously into her eyes before replying, "I haven't a clue, but I hope with all my heart that they have red hair like their mother."
"Well, I hope that they have blonde hair like their father," Ginny responded with a smile.
He pushed her shirt up a little and kissed Ginny's white, soft skin. Then he spoke directly to her tummy, "I love you."
A tear rolled down Ginny's cheek and Draco raised his head. "I love you too," he whispered in her ear. Then he pressed his lips to hers and carried her up to their bedroom.
*four months later*
"Oh lovely wife! Where are you?" Draco called to his house when he apparated into the living room. Upon hearing no answer he hollered, "Fine, don't answer me, but I'm going to find you anyway!"
He ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The bedroom was always a fine place to begin looking since Ginny had begun taking naps during the afternoon. He supposed that she was lying on the bed waiting for him to find her. And find her he would. Draco walked into their room to see Ginny, yes indeed lying on the bed, crying.
He hurried to the other side of the bed in order to speak with her. It appeared that she had been crying for a while since her cheeks were tearstained and her eyes were red. Draco ran the side of his hand down her cheek murmering soothing sounds and took her into his arms which caused her to sob.
"Ginny, honey. What's wrong? What. . .what happened?"
She just shook her head and cried into his shirt, holding onto him tightly. He held her while she cried for a few minutes before asking her once more to tell him what had happened. Again, she only shook her head and grasped him tighter.
Two hours passed; Draco had moved to sit on the bed, rocking her in his arms. The tears had dried up after the first hour, but still Ginny held tight to him not saying a word.
Draco smoothed her hair before trying again, "Baby, please tell me what's wrong. I can help. I know I can. Please, just tell me."
For the first time in the past two hours she sat up and looked into his eyes. "The baby is dead. I had a miscarriage. The doctors don't know what happened, but it did and now our child is dead. Dead before even catching a glimpse of the world."
Draco's eyes widened and he numbly pulled her back to his chest, running his fingers through her hair. He had lied. He couldn't help. No one could.
For hours, maybe the entire dreadful night, they sat on their bed. Not talking, not looking at each other, just holding each other and praying to God that things would be okay. They had no idea how anything could be okay ever again, but had full confidence that it would be. But what if they were wrong? What if this destroyed them?
All they had was hope and the comfort of each others' arms.