Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter. . . . Dang.
A/N: So has everyone seen the movie? I have and it was fantastic!! Anyway, this will be the last chapter of Working It Out (tear). I just want to say, it was so very fun writing this story, both parts, and you guys were utterly fantastic with your reviews and thoughts. Thank you all so much for reading. Maybe if you're nice, I'll try to think of a sequel with the kids :-). Thanks again.
Epilogue
Draco sat underneath a tree watching as Ayden James and Damien Michael, now seven years old, rode around on the toy brooms Harry had bought them at their fifth birthdays. They were actually quite good on the brooms and Draco often encouraged them to practice, though Hermione was always worried whenever they rode the things.
Little Rebecca Christine, one and a half, toddled after her older brothers, laughing and clapping her hands. Damien swooped down and picked her up, holding her tight on his broom.
"Damien, please be careful," Hermione said, coming out of the back door, a hand over her large stomach. "A little help over here."
Draco grinned getting off the ground to help his wife down the porch stairs. His wife. It still seemed incredibly amazing even after two years.
He slipped one arm around her waist and held her hand in his, helping her down the stairs.
"I know," Hermione panted, "that we said we . . . wanted a big family, but I think this will be the last one for a while."
"Aww, why not just one more?" Draco said, helping her to the ground.
"Unless you're willing to carry it around for nine months and all that, we're not having another."
"That's very . . . impossible."
"Exactly. . . ." Hermione fell silent, a smile on her face as the boys and Rebecca flew around, laughing happily. "They're so . . . wonderful, aren't they?"
"They have a wonderful mum," Draco said, kissing her on the cheek. He placed his hand on her stomach. "So what are we going to name this one?"
"I was thinking about Samantha Michelle if it's a girl and Samuel Jacobs if it's a boy. What do you think?"
"Perfect." He kissed her gently before leaning back to watch his kids.
A warm gentle feeling enveloped him, spreading from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. It was then that he realized that he was happy. Utterly and completely, irrevocably happy. He had three lovely children, one more on the way, and an absolutely beautiful, smart, and kind wife.
And for the life of him, all his money, his mansion, he couldn't wish for a better thing than what he had right then.