Chapter 18

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POV:Rose

"I'm so sorry." She avoided my gaze as she set her wand down on the exam tray next to me. "I'm so sorry Rose."

"No." I whispered. Then again, louder "No. What do you mean you're sorry, what's wrong, what happened? What did I do wrong." I couldn't see out of my eyes, the tears blocking my sight. They spilled down my cheeks. How could this be possible, just a few weeks ago everything had been fine. This was supposed to be the appointment that said everything would be fine. This was the appointment that was supposed to say things would be easier now. How could this be happening? She must have something wrong.

"Scorpius, what does she mean she's sorry?" My face searched Scorpius' for answers. But, Scorpius' face was frozen in a state of shock "Scorpius, you promised me this wouldn't happen again. You told me everything was going to be fine!" I sobbed. "You told me it would be different this time." He didn't even look at me as I yelled at him. He hid his face in his hands. "Look at me Scorpius! Look at me! You Promised!" I choked, as there was a sharp pain in my stomach. "What's happening? Somebody please help me," I gasped.

I woke up, my hair stuck to my face, the sheets around me damp. I pulled myself out of bed and into the bathroom. My eyes were red, and I could see sweat shinning off my face. My hair was pasted to my face and as I looked at myself another pang of nausea hit. I stumbled to the toilet; my hands fumbling to get the lid up, as last night's dinner came back up. I relaxed as firm hands rubbed circles on my back. It was a dream; everything had just been a dream. I felt Scorpius's hands in my hair, pulling it out of my face and into a ponytail. As I heaved out what felt like the last contents of my stomach, I sank to the floor, closing my eyes. I heard the faucet turn on and off and soon felt a cold washcloth on my forehead. Warm tears silently started to roll down my cheeks. My heart was racing and as I felt Scorpius lie his body down next to mine, I caught his hand in mine.

"I'm scared." I whispered

"I know." He pulled his body around mine. "So am I."

When I woke, I noticed I was no longer on the bathroom floor but back in bed. The clock blinked 6:30.

"Good morning." I jumped as Scorpius yawned from next to me.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, his forehead creasing with worry.

I shrugged, closing my eyes again.

I felt him leave the bed, and the sound of the shower start up. Then he was back, his hand caressing my face.

"Let's get you washed up, okay?"

He pulled me out of bed, and to the bathroom, sensing that I didn't have energy to do much. All I wore lately was shirts and underwear for bed, the heat overwhelming me at night. My eyes stayed closed as he slipped them off and helped me into the shower. I let the warm water trickle down my face until Scorpius joined me again.

He let me lean against him as he carefully massaged shampoo into my hair. It felt like we spent hours in the shower, just letting the water roll down our bodies, but eventually Scorpius wrapped me in a towel and carried me back to the bed.

He dried himself off, and wrapped me in a bathrobe, squeezing the water out of my hair and then carefully pulling a brush through my moist locks. I could tell he knew I needed a break. Knew I needed to be taken care of right now.

I must have fallen asleep again, because Scorpius woke me fully dressed, and telling me our appointment was in half an hour.

It was November in London, so Scorpius made sure he bundled me up before we left for St.M's.

POV:Scorpius

The day we had been waiting for was finally here. I couldn't believe it had already been 3 months. We were waiting in St.M's for what we were hoping would be a short trip ending with good news. Rose had her head on my shoulder. I don't know what had happened this morning, but my guess was it had been a dream about today. She had been having them all week, but last night's seemed to be the worst.

"You ready for this?" I squeezed her hand.

"I hope so," she forced a little smile.

I could tell she was nervous, we both were. I knew that if anything was wrong, if anything went wrong with this baby, we would never have one. Rose would never put herself through it again. I was hopeful though; there had been no evident problems so far.

"Rose Weasley?" I pulled Rose up from where we were sitting, and we followed the healer as she led us back to a room. Rose had the tiniest of pregnant bellies, but if you looked hard you could tell it was there. Besides Rose, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

I was helping Rose onto the exam table, when Healer Brown entered.

"Hello you two, it's always a pleasure to see you. I trust everything is going well? If I'm not mistaken, today is a very special day, let's see what's up."

As Healer Brown crossed over to the exam table, Rose grabbed my hand in hers. She was clutching my hand tightly and it looked like all of the blood had suddenly drained from her face. I rubbed my thumb along hers, and kissed her head.

"Hey, it's ok, it's all going to be fine."

We both watched Healer Brown's face as her wand roomed over Rose's stomach. It had been a few minutes and she didn't seem to have found anything yet. Rose cast me a terrified look as Healer Brown's eyebrows furrowed, her forehead creasing with confusion as she bit her lip, her wand starting to move more slowly and carefully around Rose's belly.

Don't hate me. I know it's been forever since I've updated, and I fully expect my readers to have been cut down to half or less. For some reason I didn't get any emails about reviews that had ben posted and I didn't think anyone had been reading. I bet a lot of you had completely forgotten about this story, and I admit I might have as well. I'm starting a new school and it's been really hectic, so I apologize for the length. Bear with me as I get used to writing again. Thank you to everyone who reads, and props to those of you who REVIEW.