(This is my fifth fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a third attempt, I suppose. This is the last in a trilogy of 'The Stress of…' series, so I advise you read the first two before you read this. I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)
Chapter Three
Hermione scrunched her eyes closed, expecting the worst. What happened next almost made her faint.
Lucius scooped her up in his arms and bellowed.
"Yes! My wife's having my child!" He swung her around in his arms, before placing her on the floor and kissing her more passionately than ever before; one hand entwined in her long silky brown hair and the other snaked around her waist which would soon expand.
"You're pleased?" Hermione asked, genuinely shocked.
"Of course I am. I love children. I wanted more after Draco, but Narcissa became infertile. I believe this is my second chance. Oh I'm so grateful to you Hermione, thank you." He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips, her neck. He smothered her with kisses as she spoke.
"Don't you want to know what gender it is?" she asked. She was smiling to herself as Lucius kissed her. She had so wanted to have children, and now she knew Lucius felt the same, she was on a high almost. Lucius kissing her and looked up, his eyes shining with happy tears.
"Of course I do. What are we having? A little prince? A darling angel?" he asked, happy with either a son or a daughter.
"A boy." Hermione said. Before she could speak any further Lucius had let out a cry of pure happiness and grabbed Hermione, squeezing her tightly, but gently at the same time.
"Hermione, you're the only woman I ever want children with. My marriage to Narcissa was arranged and done because we were both pure-bloods; it was done for honour and respect. My marriage to you is out of love. You're the woman I love, and soon you'll be the mother of my child. I don't think anything else could make me happier." He announced as he held Hermione in his arms.
"What about the fact that we're having a girl also?" Hermione asked, grinning. Lucius released her from his arms, and turned her to face him.
"Twins?" he asked dumbfounded. Hermione nodded. Lucius grabbed Hermione again and hugged her. She hugged back as Lucius sobbed into her hair. "I'm so unbelievably happy. These are happy tears." He said.
"I know." Hermione said, tears running down her own face. "I'm crying them too."
So the couple stood in one another's arms, crying onto each others shoulders. Not out of sorrow or melancholy, but out of love and new found job. They were relishing in the fact that they were soon going to be a mother and father together; the proud parents of unidentical male and female twins.
Their own little procreations. Their little prince and angel.