"Luna, you have a letter from Hogwarts," Draco called up the stairs. Suddenly, he looked up, confusion on his face.

"Why do you have a letter from Hogwarts?"

No response.

Draco climbed the stairs two at a time until he came to their bedroom, where he was surprised to see the door closed.

"Luna?" he asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in," she said, sounding a little odd, even for Luna.

"What are you doing with the door shut?" he asked as he entered the room. He stopped when he noticed where she was. Standing in front of the full length mirror, turning from side to side as if she were examining herself.

"What are you doing?" he asked again, thoroughly perplexed.

"Do you think I look fat?" she asked, ignoring the question her husband had just asked her.

"What?" Draco said, utterly shocked.

"Do you think I look fat?" she asked again, no sign in her innocent blue eyes that she was in a depressed state.

"No. No, no Luna. You most certainly do not look fat," he told her, approaching his wife to wrap his arms around her back.

"Oh. Well that's disappointing," Luna confessed, her voice sounding down.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why would you even want to be fat?"

"Well I went to see a healer, and he told me that I was two months along, but if you say that I certainly do not look fat, then I suppose he must have been mistaken. Must have given me an inaccurate diagnosis, which I'm sure he did because he didn't seem like a very nice man, and he certainly didn't le-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did you just say?" Draco interrupted looking at his wife's eyes in the mirror

"That he wasn't a very nice man? Well he wasn't!"

Draco shook his head quickly. "No, what did you say first?"

"That I went to see a healer?"

Draco shook his head again. "After that,"

"Oh! That he said I was two months along?"

"Two months along with what?" Draco started to sound desperate.

"The baby,"

"The…"

All the air was stolen from Draco's lungs as if he had been punched in the stomach.

Those two words. Oh how simple they were, but oh how life changing as well!"

Luna turned around to face him. "Draco? Are you all right?" she asked, concerned for her husband.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he breathed out, barely even audible enough for his own ears.

"What did you say?" Luna asked, not able to hear what he had spoken.

"I'm going to be a dad. A dad! Ha ha!" he exclaimed happily, lifting Luna into the air and then bringing her down to the ground again to kiss her lips with his own.

He peppered kisses on her mouth for what seemed like forever before simply hugging her.

"I'm, we are gonna be parents! What will your dad say? What will my parents say? There are so many things we have to do! The manor is far from ready for a baby, and we'll have to make a birth plan. I wonder if I will have finished my healer's certification by then."

Luna laughed at her husband's behavior and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the nose.

"I'm sure that everything will be fine! The baby isn't even due for another seven months, and that will give us plenty of time to get all of what we need, done,"

Then a serious look formed on Draco's face, wiping away the happiness that had been there a moment earlier. "What if I'm not a good father? What if I can't be the kind of dad that the baby needs?" he asked, fear laced in his voice and flashing in his eyes.

"Draco, you will be everything that the baby wants and needs, because you are their father. They will love you. Just like I do," she replied, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him full on the lips.

A small smile spread across his face when they broke apart.

I have to call Mum and Dad!" he said happily, bounding out of the room towards their telephone. Luna had insisted that they get the muggle device in order to communicate with others easier. Needless to say, Narcissa had seen it as a good idea too, and ordered Lucius to get one as well. At first he had protested, but when he found out that Luna had suggested it, he couldn't refuse. He had an undeniable soft spot for his daughter-in-law.

"Mum? Yes it's me. No nothing's wrong. Actually, something very right just happened. Luna went to a healer this morning, and found something out. Do you happen to still have some of my baby clothes?" Draco had to pull the receiver away from his ear to spare his hearing from the high pitched scream that followed.

The phone of Malfoy Manor began to ring. Lucius rolled his eyes.

"I don't know why you insisted on getting one of those blasted contraptions!" he hissed at his wife as she rose to answer it.

"Oh hush! Who else would it be other than Draco and Luna?" she quieted her husband.

"Hello? Draco?" she pulled the receiver away from her ear to look at her husband and whisper far too loudly, "It's Draco,"

Lucius simply rolled his eyes again and returned to reading his paper.

"How wonderful to hear from you! Is something wrong? Something right? Why, whatever do you mean dear?" Narcissa asked, puzzled at her son's riddle-like explanation. "She went to a healer? Whatever for?"

Lucius rose to his feet at hearing this, throwing his paper on the chair he had just been in and strode towards his wife, concern plastered across his face. "What? What's wrong with Luna?" he whispered.

"Really?" Narcissa replied to Draco, holding up a finger to her husband. Sorry what was that last part dear? Your father interrupted. Is he with me right now? Oh no. he's reading the paper as always," she lied, sneering at her husband for being such a jerk while she was on the phone.

"Well of course I have some of your baby clothes, but what on earth would you nee-" realization dawned on her and she screamed into the phone, Lucius covering his ears at the sound of the shrill noise.

"What on earth? What's wrong?" Lucius asked, the suspense killing him. His nerves couldn't take much more of this!

"Nothing's wrong! Luna's pregnant! We're going to be grandparents!" Narcissa squealed happily, clutching the phone.

That was the last thing that Lucius heard before he saw complete darkness.

"You wish to speak to your father? I'm afraid not dear. He's just passed out,"