To say Ginny was surprised would be an understatement. She figured her and Draco would eventually get remarried, but not this soon. Then again she hadn't planned on getting pregnant this soon either. She realized he had stopped kissing her and was now watching her intently, waiting for a response. Was that fear present in his features? Was he actually afraid she would say no?

She pulled his face closer to her own so that her mouth was right at his ear. She paused for a moment, letting her breath linger on his neck. She felt him shiver in response and was amazed that she could have such an effect on him after all these years.

"Okay," she whispered into his ear.

His grip around her tightened and he claimed her lips once more in a most passionate kiss. She became lost in his touches, lost in the heat. It wasn't long before she felt the environment around her changing, and they were suddenly in their own bed. He must have apparated them there, but she was much to enraptured by his ministrations to care.

He was making love to her softly and slowly, painfully slow. It seemed as though he were memorizing every curve of her body, taking his sweet time in creating all kinds of new sensations inside of her. This was the way things were supposed to be, this was love, this was happiness. She couldn't imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else or with anyone else. He was all she needed.

Ginny slept peacefully, enjoying the feeling of Draco's arms wrapped tightly around her. One of his hands rested on her belly, as if protecting her unborn child. It made her feel safe and she drifted off to sleep with these thoughts. She was awoken the next morning by sounds coming from the kitchen and by the smell of breakfast.

Draco had cooked for her. This took her back to when they were married the first time, to when he used to make her breakfast in bed. She smiled to herself, knowing that it had only lasted for the first couple of weeks of their marriage. It had then become her forcing him out of bed and dragging him to the kitchen to prepare him breakfast. He was not a morning person, she had learned that quickly so she was shocked to hear him in the kitchen now.

Ginny laid in bed for a bit longer, reveling in the warmth she felt under the covers. She wasn't willing to give up this warmth quite yet. As her eyes were beginning to shut, she heard the creaking of her bedroom door. Looking towards the doorway to spot the intruder she smiled as the two loves of her life strode into the room.

Draco handed a tray of food to Luke, pushing him towards the bed. Luke walked slowly and carefully to his mother, carrying her breakfast with a most determined expression on his face. Ginny held back her giggles as she sat up in bed.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" she asked.

"I made you-"

He was interrupted by coughing from his father.

"We made you breakfast," he finished.

Ginny gladly excepted the tray of food, placing it on her lap and patting a spot on the bed for her son to take. He eagerly climbed underneath the covers, snuggling up close to his mother.

Draco watched the scene from the doorway, in awe of the amount of emotions he was feeling. He had missed so much in the last couple of years, he had missed this. As he watched his son sneak fruit from his mother's plate and her pretend not to notice, he realized that this was it. This moment, this was perfection.

Ginny glanced over towards him, looking into his eyes and conveying so much love with a simple look. She scanned his pajama clad form, feeling as though he had never looked quite so cute. His hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions and he had not shaven yet. His draw string pajama bottoms hung low on his waist, showing off his muscular form. Would she ever be able to just look at Draco without becoming filled with desire?

She finished the last couple of bites of her breakfast, placing the tray on the nightstand beside her. She looked down at her mini-Draco and had to stifile her laughter. His lips and chin were stained a bright red from the strawberries he had stolen from her plate. He smiled a toothy grin up at his mother, completely unaware of the mess he had made.

She squeezed him tightly and he squirmed in her embrace. She hated the fact that he was growing up so quickly, he no longer let her caudle him. He was a big boy now and big boys did not allow their mothers to fuss over them.

"Mum," he whined.

She released him reluctantly.

"What?" she asked, "Too old for a hug from your mother?"

She pretended to look hurt, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. It worked on Draco, maybe it would work on his son aswell. Luke rolled his eyes, but she could tell her guilt-trip was affecting him. He sighed deeply before scooting closer to his mum, allowing her to drape an arm around him.

"I'm five now Mum," he said as though he were speaking to a young child.

"Are you?" she asked sarcastically.

He cut his eyes at her and she hid her amusement. She felt the sinking of the bed, as Draco climbed in on the other side of Luke. He grabbed Luke by the middle, pulling him towards him in a playful manner. Luke laughed out loud as he play fought with his father.

"I thought you were five now," Ginny said.

"I am!" he squeled through his giggles.

Ginny shook her head as she watched her son smack his father with a pillow. Draco retaliated by putting him in a head lock, laughing as his son attemtpted to free himself. Luke was a fiesty one though, and he caught Draco off-gaurd by punching him in the gut. Ginny laughed while Draco tried to hide the fact that he was gasping for air. She then put on her stern mother face.

"Boys, not in the bed," Ginny scolded although she didn't seem too upset.

They stopped until she got out of bed, but the moment she was up they resumed their game. She laughed to herself as she made her way to the bathroom. She stopped suddenly, however, when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She clutched her belly, immediately feeling too much pain to walk. She gripped the wall in order to support herself, but the pain was too much and she fell to the floor.

She heard voices calling to her, but they seemed so far away. She felt arms encircling her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to pay any attention to what was happening. All she knew was pain, and with one last jolt emanating throughout her body she blacked out.