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Chapter Six
Dear Lucius,
I think we need a new owl, Manfred took forever to return with your letter. Now that I know you are safe I can relax a bit. Arthur says that you have joined forces with his son Ron, Harry and Hermione in the battle against the Death Eaters. Lucius, please be careful. We both know that Voldemort's minions would just as soon kill you as look at you.
And on a lighter note, Draco has decided to move back into Malfoy Manor to help keep an eye on his brother and me. Draco has been a big help to me, but I want you back. I can't stand being without you.
I love you,
Mari
Lucius and Mari decided that she would be the one to tell the Weasleys' that she was expecting. It went much better than she could have hoped, the whole family offered their help and support.
The Malfoys' had a much different response. Somehow Narcissa found out about Mari, maybe because Lucius never went home anymore. Once Narcissa knew the whole story she moved out of Malfoy Manor and started divorce proceedings against Lucius. With Narcissa gone, Lucius moved Mari into the Manor with him. He saw no reason for the huge house to be empty and Mari certainly could use the help of the house elves. Only Mari realized how deeply Draco's decision to stay with his mother hurt Lucius.
Mari settled into living with Lucius full time. It was not always fun, he still spent nights away from her, and she continued to say nothing about it, no matter how hurt she was. Fortunately she had more than enough to occupy her time, the nausea went away once she entered the fourth month of her pregnancy and time seemed to fly by after that.
It seemed that the more swollen her stomach became the more Lucius wanted her, often he would just pick her up and carry her to the bedroom so they could make love. The bigger she got the more awkward it was to find a suitable position to accommodate his needs. He was persistent and Mari always gave in because he made sure that it was as good for her as it was for him. He would spend hours stroking her belly while he talked to the baby inside. Mari couldn't believe that this was the same man she had been told would just as soon torture and kill her as talk to her.
When her time came Lucius was right there helping the mediwitch with the delivery. When after hours of long hard labor Mari finally produced a healthy boy, Lucius scooped the child into his arms cleaning and wrapping him in a blanket before Mari even got to see him.
As they became accustomed to having someone who totally depended on them for survival, Lucius and Mari also became more dependent on each other. Lucius was more than willing to do whatever was needed to help with their son; he changed diapers, bathed and fed him. Mari loved to watch Lucius as he held the boy in his arms and talked to him for hours. What exactly he talked about she wasn't sure, but the time spend bonding was more valuable than any lesson that could be taught.
Months passed quickly and soon Lucius' enforced stay at the shop was over, he was free to resume his life as he chose. Mari briefly worried that he would decide she and the baby were now unnecessary to him, but he more than lived up to his promise of never leaving them. He was always there to help with the baby, and always there for Mari, whatever she needed.
Most nights after the baby had been fed, bathed and was asleep, Lucius would take Mari to their bedroom and ravish her. Not that she minded. He was the most inventive lover she had ever had, always mindful of her needs. On this night he kissed and caressed her, but seemed preoccupied. Mari stopped kissing him and asked, "Lucius, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing," he replied as he rolled away from her onto his back, "I was just thinking…I want you to do something for me."
Leaning up on her elbow so she could see his face Mari said, "Lucius, you know I'd do anything for you."
He reached up, running his fingers through her hair, stroking the side of her face and neck, "I know."
"Well?"
He pulled her down to kiss her gently, "You know I'm going to have to leave for a while to help in this asinine fight that no one seems to be able to stop."
"You always said the Death Eaters would not give up easily," she snuggled against his chest. "When do you think you'll have to leave?"
"Soon, Mari, I want you to promise me something."
"What?" She rose up to look at him.
"Promise me that you will make sure our son has the proper training, I mean magical training. I don't want him to grow up not knowing where he came from and what he is."
"Lucius, you are going to be here to oversee any training he needs, I won't have to worry about it."
"Marianna, please, promise," Lucius was almost begging her.
Mari looked at him, the seriousness of the situation was not lost on her, but she didn't want to think about what this promise implied. "Lucius, I promise that I will do whatever is necessary."
"Say that he will be trained as a wizard, I need to hear you say it."
"Lucius, I promise he will be trained in all the magical arts. Okay, are you happy now?"
He pulled her back into his arms, "Yes," before kissing her again.
Mari slowly started kissing down his neck, she moved to the outside of his arm and trailed kisses down to his hand, sucking on his fingers as she moved up the inside of his arm to his armpit where she kissed down his side and over his hip continuing down his thigh and calf to the top of his foot where she trailed her tongue over the bottom of his foot causing him to jump and try to pull his foot away from her. She stopped, laughing up at him, "All this time we've been together and I just learn now that your ticklish," before attacking the bottom of his foot again with gentle sweeps of her tongue.
Chuckling and still trying to pull away from her he replied, "You never touched the bottoms of my feet before," and unable to stop from laughing out loud he gasped, "Mari, stop."
She did but still holding on to his foot she looked at him, seeing him so relaxed and slightly disheveled, she realized how much she loved him. "Okay, you win for now, but I know what to do the next time you won't do what I want," and she started kissing and licking up the inside of his leg.
"When have I not done what you wanted me to?" he asked as her mouth reached his already stiffening cock and slid around it.
She looked up at him raising an eyebrow as if to ask, 'Do you want me to stop and explain?' He ran his hands through her hair and held her head right where he wanted it and she continued to lick and suck him to full hardness.
Lucius stopped her before she could bring him off, "Mari, stop," and when she slid him out of her mouth with a gentle pop, "I want to be inside you."
Mari moved up to straddle him sliding down on his swollen, throbbing hardness, taking him all the way inside her in one stroke, Lucius held on to her hips as she moved up and down him, groaning with each thrust, until he was close to coming. Staying inside her, he turned them over so he was on top of her thrusting fiercely into her until they climaxed together. Rolling slightly to the side, he pulled Mari with him, cradling her in his arms and said, "Mari, I lied, I have to leave in the morning."
"Then you better make sure that I'm well satisfied before you go," she buried her face in his chest unable to look at him, not wanting to accept that he had to leave.
"You know I wouldn't go if I could avoid it," he tightened his arms around her, "I don't want to leave you."
"You'll be back," she managed to get out before bursting into tears. Lucius rocked her gently as she cried, tenderly kissing and caressing her, memorizing the way her skin felt, and how her hair smelled. When she was cried out, he made love to her again, holding her as if he would never let her go.
Before dawn he went to the nursery and held his son, talking to him softly trying not to wake him but needing to be near him. After a while he laid still sleeping child back in his crib and returned to his own room where Mari was sleeping in their bed. Sliding under the covers with her, taking her into his arms he kissed her awake and made love to her again. Leaving her in their bed, he dressed and left.