From what I've heard from my mother about me when I was a baby, I had never wanted a baby. Caring for little Scorpius now, I see through completely different eyes.

Eh, what do I know? It's disgusting, but my maternal feelings are taking over.

Right now, Scorpy is sleeping and I'm working hard...making decisions for the wedding. Draco comes in and sits down next to me on the couch.

"What is going on?" he asks.

"Eh, nothing much. Just deciding some things for the wedding. Narcissa and I moved it back to October, by the way. What color napkins? White or crème?" I ask, torn between the two.

"Napkins? Don't you think that's a little over the top? I think you're overworking yourself. Why don't you just lay dow-"

"Just answer the question!" I snap.

"Is there a difference between the two?"

"The biggest," I say in a "duh" tone.

"They're in the same family," he points out.

"What's your point?"

"My point is that napkins are a minority and you're overworking yourself." He begins to rub my shoulders as I push the papers and catalogues away. I roll my eyes and sigh, obviously defeated.

"Maybe I am a bit stressed with the wedding and the baby. Plus, I haven't slept in a week."

"Exactly. Now," Draco instructs, "imagine you are on a nice beach. you're sitting on the hot sand listening to the soothing sound of the waves. The sun is dipping below the horizon. You're with the one you love most. They sky is now streaked with pink and orange and purple. You see the rippling reflection of the sun on the restless sea. The first stars are starting to peek out and-"

He is cut off by Scorpius crying.

"I'll grab the nose plugs," he says regretfully.

"That's his hungry cry," I correct. "I'll get it."

Later, I am sleeping soundly in my room - for once.

It doesn't last nearly as long as I wanted it too. I'm awakened suddenly by a blinding light. "Rise and shine!" a female voice rings through my ears.

"Five more minutes," I mumble, not wanting to wake.

"No. Have you forgotten? We're going dress shopping!"

Oh. That. I'm always disoriented when I wake up, especially when the one who awakens me opens my window curtains wide to do so. I also then realize that I have never heard Narcissa sound so...preppy. I feel the bed slope. I open my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing jeans and a green, three-quarter-length-sleeve shirt. "Put something on and let's get going."

I reluctantly roll myself out of bed and slip into a brown shirt and jean skirt.

Erica, Narcissa and I arrive at the wedding gown emporium fifteen minutes later. Nova, the store owner, comes over and asks me some questions about my dream dress.

"Do you have any ideas for the bride's maid dresses?" she asks.

"Only one dress for the Maid of Honnor. The only stipulation is that it has to be emerald green," I clarify.

"What about your wedding dress? Haven't you ever fantasized about the Big Day?"

That question made me freeze. I think back to that time when every little girl, toddler to teen, dreams about marrying her prince charming and living happily ever after. It is only then that I realize I never fantasized about that special day. I was happy and content being the beautiful, independent girl who didn't worry about serious dating. I take a moment to try and picture myself going down the aisle. At first, I flat out couldn't do it. I had never once thought myself the marrying type. Once I thought of Draco, I was able to see a white mist traveling down the aisle. There were too many dress styles in front of me and in my memory bank from looking at magazines and papers. I couldn't choose on just one, so I focused on my attitude and the message I wanted to present. "I want something that says, 'it's my day' but I'm not being a big brag about it. You know, something sassy, but not too out there. Anything is pretty much fine for me, just not too poufy or frilly princess, but nothing too blah."

"Ok. I'll see what I can find."

It takes her a couple of trips after measuring us to get the various dresses.

For Erica, we get a green halter dress. Material sewn on the side is gathered to the front's middle by a ring of diamonds. The hem reaches the floor. To go with it, Erica gets an emerald green choker with a single diamond dangling from the center. (A/N: You should see my drawing of it. It's a lot better than the description.)

I try on the wedding dresses Nova brought out for me. They slowly decrease and I am left with three gorgeous dresses. I just can't decide.

It takes a while, but I finally choose dress #26. It is strapless. It's fits to my every curve from my bust to my hips. From the hips, it poufs out. (The maximum amount of poof I will tolerate.) It's sassy, bold, but not over bearing. I get only a simple veil and a diamond tennis bracelet to accompany it. It will be a relatively warm October day, the 4th to be exact. Besides, with Draco, less is more.

"So, what's the dress like?" Draco asks as soon as Narcissa and I walk in the door. He attempts to lift the plastic covering on the dress, but I lightly smack his hand away and hold the dress as far away from him as physically possible.

"You are so nosey."

"I will see the dress," he threatens, with a playful hint to his voice.

"Yes," I agree. "When we say, 'I do.'" Laughing, I quickly run into my room, lock the door and hang up the dress. I can't wait until he sees it and I can only hope he thinks I'm beautiful in it. I sigh in contentment and collapse into sleep in front of my closet.