It was utterly ridiculous. There were flowers everywhere. Their entire hotel room, every surface, covered with bouquet after bouquet of the most beautiful flowers Hermione had ever seen in her life.

And in the middle of the room, holding a bouquet of her favourite velvet rose's, stood her husband. His handsome face was red, his eyes swollen and watering, he was pointlessly suffering through his intense pollen allergy, just for this grand romantic gesture.

"Hermione Granger, will you do me the great honour of forgiving me for getting you pregnant again, right when you'd just reached your goal weight?" Draco asked with a watery grin, holding out the rose to her.

"Oh my god you're so silly Draco Malfoy." Hermione was wiping away tears of her own, blown away by how perfect he was. "Of course I forgive you!" She took the flowers, sniffed them, they were heaven, then put them aside and wrapped her arms around the love of her life.

"I love you so much!" She sobbed, crying mostly because she was happy but also emotional thanks to the hormones. "Well thank god because I'm not really that sorry because your boobs are gonna get so big again and that's nothing but a win for me." Draco ducked as she swatted him way, smiling as she wiped her eyes again.

"Look at us, we're a mess."

"Yeah I might not have thought this plan through very well." Draco turned away to sneeze violently. "You better steal me outta here before you have to call an ambulance."

"Call an ambulance."

Her own words echoed in her mind as she lay, still, terrified, waves of dulled pain washing over her. The lights buzzed above her, they were bright, especially in the white, sterile room. She wasn't exactly sure why her mind turned to that night in Paris, there time there had been wonderful, they'd taken the young children, and Hermione's parents, to watch the children sometimes so she and Draco could be alone. Whilst there she had discovered she was pregnant with Ariana, and she hadn't been immediately happy. But Draco's excitement had enthused her and his gesture, his flower arrangement, had convinced her that she was happy about it.

Of course following Ariana's birth, Hermione was reminded how much she loved babies, and reignited her desire for a large family. Her next pregnancy, oh she had been excited, she was into it from day one, as was Draco. And then their angel had been stillborn. They had been devastated. They'd handled is so differently. Hermione couldn't bear to be away from her living children, losing sleep because she refused to ever put Ariana down, and wouldn't leave the house or let the children leave for almost six weeks. During that time Draco hadn't left his bed. He went into a depression as deep as the one after the Battle of Hogwarts.

They had been inconsolable.

Somehow though they had climbed out of the hole their grief had put them in, for Draco it was his children growing scared of him as he ghosted around and snapped if they talked to him. He had to pull himself together so he didn't lose them as well. For Hermione it was pure exhaustion. After weeks of insomnia she fell asleep nursing the toddler Ariana, who rolled off her mother, rolled off the couch and broke her tiny wrist. Her screams had woken Hermione up, literally and figuratively.

After that their family grew stronger, and the arrival of Jeffrey healed their hearts a little, Thomas's a little more.

And now their baby, the one they'd decided was their last, was in danger.

Hermione was in the ER, she was being prepped for an emergency C-section. She hadn't been able to grasp everything the doctors said, the loss of blood made her fuzzy, the drugs anaesthesia even more.

All she really knew was that her uterus was torn, or detached, or something, god it was hard to stay awake, and that her baby had to be pulled out before it ran out of oxygen or drowned, or, oh god. Lights shone bright in Hermione's eyes and muffled shouts echoed in her ears before everything went black.

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"She's out!" The nurse was like a caterwaul, heard probably throughout the entire ER. "Wheel her in!" The order rang out and before Draco even knew what was happening they were collapsing the sides of the bed Hermione was on and wheeling her away her into surgery.

She was covered in blood still and she was deathly pale, her freckles stark against her usually olive skin. She looked so small and helpless.

"Sir, step back, please go to the waiting room." A nurse was trying to make him leave.

"No, that's my wife in there, I need to go in, she needs me." Draco explained desperately, trying to get past.

"Sir your wife had been put under anaesthetic, she doesn't know you're not there, this is a very intense procedure, and you can't be in there." She explained, sympathetic but firm.

"I haven't missed the birth of anyone of my children." Draco argued, stepping past and striding toward the surgery.

"Security!" He was almost instantaneously tackled by two huge security guards. "No! I need to see her!" Draco thrashed around like an eel, kicking and fighting to regain his footing, his terror and worry overriding his common sense as he tried to get to his wife's side. "Stay down!" The guard ordered, slamming Draco into the ground, knocking the wind right out of him.

He lay there stunned, gasping for breath as the guard's face swam above him. "If you go in there you might not have a wife to be beside." The he said roughly.

"Okay, okay." Draco rasped, un-balling his fists and putting his hands on either side of his head, admitting his defeat.

"Someone will come and get you as soon as your wife is stable." The nurse told him gently as he was escorted to the waiting room, his head hanging, her words barely registering in his mind. "You should call your family, prepare them for the worst."

Unable to be with Hermione, unable to protect her, or his unborn child, Draco was numb, cut off from what was happening, left to think the worse, alone with his thoughts. He didn't call anyone. His mother had apparated to their house at his urgent request while he was waiting for an ambulance and was with the children, so they at least were safe, and hopefully still asleep, blissfully unaware that mummy was in danger. He hadn't called the older kids, how could he? No, it would wait until he saw Hermione, with or without their baby.

As long as she was okay, no matter how much losing another child would hurt, her safety was what mattered most to him.