The creaking of his damn rocking chair was going to drive me up the bloody wall. So, calmly of course, I told him to get off his lazy arse and go to a part of the hospital where people in labour didn't have to hear his damn infernal squeaking.
He laughed. I'd thought I'd've killed him then and there, 'cept I received another contraction and missed, hitting the door frame, where it missed hitting the Healer by a hair.
"Mrs. Malfoy, we-"
"Granger," I interrupted briskly. "Just because I married the damn fool doesn't mean I'm taking his bloody horrible name." As I ground out the last few syllables, I saw Draco visibly pale.
Bravely, so much unlike that of the Slytherin boy he used to be, he stepped up to the side of the bed and gripped my hands, flinching only slightly as I ground down on his hand but not moving back.
"Malfoy…"I growled, as the pain escalated exponentially.
"Yes, Malfoy?" he quipped back, and the Healer laughed, well, until he caught the look on my face, where I was glaring murderously in his direction.
"I. Want. Drugs. NOW!" An assistant Healer waltzed in, or course in no rush because she wasn't having a bloody baby!
When I looked down they grabbed the baby and began to clean it, while the flustered Healer moved back to me.
"What are you doing now, you bumbling fool." I huffed out crossly, oblivious to why the pain was still coming.
"You, apparently, are having twins. Now," he replied to the confused look on my face.
"Oh…but-OH," I gasped as another wave of pain cut off my words.
"Oh," Draco breather, the first words he'd so much as uttered since we'd entered the labour room.
"DRACO MALFOY I AM GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN THIS IS OVER!" Screaming was good. Screaming was helping.
"It's a boy! To go with you're little girl! And they are adorable," he smiled as Draco grinned and I glared…
They bloody well be potty trained too…