Chapter 15: The Next Chapter

A/N- prompt used: [Dialogue] "Why does being a good girl always have to be such hard work?"
Word Count- 454

Astoria tossed and turned in the bed. She was too hot. The she was too cold. Draco snored. She shoved him away. Then she pulled him close, turned on her side, and rested one of her legs over his body, her giant baby bump nestled between them.

"Sweetheart," mumbled Draco in his half-asleep state.

"What?!" she snapped. "If I can't sleep, you can't sleep."

Draco heaved a deep sigh against his pillowcase. "That sounds fair."

Tori growled. "Your son keeps kicking me."

"Oh, now he's my son?" Draco asked, curling an arm around his wife and letting Tori use him like a pillow. She happily did so. "But yesterday, when we were painting his room, he was your son."

"You wanted to paint his room green and silver, Draco," she reminded him. "I'm as Slytherin as the next girl, but right out of the womb is a little early to be deciding his whole future."

Draco hummed and buried his face back into their pillows. A few moments later, he was snoring again.

Astoria sighed. At least Scorpius had stopped kicking her stomach. He always stopped when Draco was near.

He was going to be such a daddy's boy.

"What is this?"

"Egg whites on whole wheat toast."

Astoria glared at her plate. "Scorpius wants fehttuchini alfredo."

"For breakfast?"

"I don't know." Astoria shrugged. "He's a weird kid."

Draco narrowed his eyes at her from across the kitchen table for a long moment before standing up and excusing himself from the dining room.

"Where are you going?!" she called out after his retreating figure.

"To make pasta!"

Astoria grinned. "Love you!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Can I just have some of your tea?"

"We agreed on only two cups of caffeinated tea a week," Draco said, not looking up from that morning's issue of the Daily Prophet as he sipped from his teacup.

"But this herbal stuff is really gross."

"Just be a good girl and drink it."

Astoria huffed and grimaced at the disgusting cup of herbal tea in her hands. "Why does being a good girl always have to be such hard work?" she grumbled.

Scorpius Malfoy was born January 13th in the middle of a blizzard. The birth went smoothly. He had ten fingers and ten toes. He was a healthy eight pounds, with little tufts of white-blond hair, and blue eyes that matched the color of his newly painted bedroom.

The parents returned home with their bundle of joy, excited for the next chapter in their lives.

However, when they returned to St. Mungo's a week later for Astoria's checkup, they discovered that that next next chapter in their lives… well…

It was about to get a whole lot darker.