Author's Note: Hey everybody! Sorry for posting so late but I knew I wouldn't have time to tomorrow. I hope you're all enjoying the story! Lyric snippets below (In italics) are from the song "Turning Page" by Sleeping At Last.

Narcissa knocked on the familiar wooden door, cradling her stomach as if it were a good luck charm. It was now slightly protruding, just barely enough to be visible to the naked eye. The door opened, and she smiled warmly.

"May I come in?" She asked. Draco nodded, and she sat on his bed, patting the spot next to here.

"Come here, honey. I want to talk to you."

"Okay..." He asked, hesitantly. He sat with her.

"I've talked through so much of this pregnancy with your father, and he's become used to it. Now I want to know how you feel. Your opinion is just as important as his is to me."

Draco bit his lip, and Narcissa touched his hand. "What is it?"

He sighed. "I guess I'm just afraid of being forgotten."

"Oh, Dragon, how could we ever forget you? Sixteen hours of labor isn't something you easily forget."

He smiled halfheartedly, and Narcissa wrapped her arms around him, saddened by his fear. Although he'd never admit it out loud, her hug made him feel safe. He tried to remember a time before he'd been taught the Malfoy pride and enjoyed her embrace.

Lucius walked by at that moment, and saw the unguarded emotion between his wife and son. His lips tipped up in the ghost of a smile before he continued on his way to the living room. Narcissa felt her husband's gaze, but decided not to spoil the rare moment of affection between herself and her child. When Draco pulled away, she smiled at him.

"If you ever feel like you need to talk, you know you can always talk to me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." She kissed her son on his head before going to see her husband.

Lucius sat in his favorite armchair, with a book in one hand and a glass of firewhiskey in the other. He noticed his wife walking toward him and shut his book with a satisfying smack. He set it on the small table next to his chair and smiled when his wife sat in his lap.

"Hello darling." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, curious.

"Fine. Better than fine, actually. I had a good talk with Draco and I think he's feeling a lot better about the new baby."

"Good." He said, quietly. His eyes roamed over her body. "You look spectacular." He added.

"Really? You don't think I'm getting fat?" She asked, looking him right in the eye.

"Never." He said fiercely.

"So, you still desire me after all these years?" She batted her eyes at him.

"Forever!" He swore, kissing her perfectly curved lips. He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and ran his hand down her cheek. "Querida."

Narcissa laughed. "You haven't called me that in years, mon chère." She said, grinning.

He kissed her again before lifting her into his arms. She laughed with carefree abandon as he spun her around in a circle. He looked down at his wife, eyes filled with love. She leaned up and kissed him before he set her in his chair and offered her his hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked.

She smiled and took his hand. "Always."

A song they'd never heard before started to play, but they didn't mind.

"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you..."

They never took their eyes off of one another. They spun in a careful circle, exchanging chaste kisses and quiet sentiments of love. The music droned on in the background of their cosmic moment of togetherness. Narcissa leaned into the stronghold of his chest. He gently rested his chin on her head and shut his eyes.

Draco had gone out the living room to get a favorite book, but stopped when he saw his parents dancing together. Mum had told him that they had used to dance around the house together all the time as newlyweds. He had never really seen them demonstrate affection for one another until now. He smiled, watching.

"Ti amo, il mio bel fiore." He whispered. Draco translated in his head, having been made to study languages as a child. He had said (in Italian), "I love you, my beautiful flower."

"Que Je te aime, mon chère." She replied. He took a minute to change gears and translated (from French): "As I love you, my darling."

He hid his smile and snuck back to his room, leaving them with their moment. Although he may not have had a perfect childhood, seeing moments like these reassured him that his parents had a strong marriage. Their example was comforting to him- he knew he had been able to witness true love.

"I surrender who I've been for who you are, for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart..."

Lucius moved to cup her chin in his hands and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Still holding her gaze, he bent down and held her stomach and gave it a kiss. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"I love you so much." Her voice trembled with the depth of her emotion.

He stood back up. "I love you too."

They held to one another as the last notes of music floated around them. The world around them had broken away, leaving them in a world all their own. Nothing else mattered. The room had gone quiet. Almost completely still. It was a rare moment alone, and they cherished it for all it was worth. With a baby on the way, alone time would be a highly sought after commodity that would be near impossible to find. They shared one last kiss before moving to hold hands as they retired to their bedroom for the rest of the evening. Narcissa knew that, whatever came next, she would face these challenges with her soulmate by her side.