AN: Written for QLFC, the prompt is: Domestic Bliss/A Slice of Life/Daily Life

This is a (sort of) continuation of an earlier one-shot of mine called 'Choose Life', where Rose Weasley discovers she's going to be a teenage mother. This is just a little glimpse into the life she goes on to lead.

The rest of her classmates were normal. They gossiped and laughed, went on dates and did normal teenage stuff. The kind of things that Rose Weasley had always done until she didn't. She'd thought she'd miss it. Thought that giving up her very normal Hogwarts life would be something she'd regret, but it was so far from the truth.

Sure, there were days when she hated being awoken by the sounds of screaming or wished she didn't have to leave her friends in the Great Hall to eat their meals so she could go home and feed a tiny human. And there had been days where she hadn't even wanted her.

She remembered the night on the Astronomy Tower as though it were yesterday. The way the wind had felt in her hair. The sheer panic in her heart, unable to see how this could ever, would ever, be a good thing. She hadn't told her friends, couldn't have done, they were all talking about rubbish and didn't have a care in the world. She was sixteen and going to be a mum, what good was the latest Quidditch player to sleep with another one to her?

Then he'd been there. Where he'd always promised he would be. Scorpius was a lot of things to a great many people, Rose knew that. To her father, he was the 'selfish prick' who'd, well, what her father said hadn't exactly been nice. To her Uncle Harry, he was too similar to Scorpius' own father. And to her mother? Well, her mother had always loved Scorpius. Not for what they'd done or even how it had changed their lives, but because it had, and he'd stayed.

"C'mon, you can stay!"

"Yeah, Rosie, stay!"

"I've gotta get home," Rose said as she always did to the other Gryffindors. Lynn, Annabelle and Elise pouted and moaned but promised to keep her up to date with anything she missed, they were gossips by nature and were too entrenched in the Quidditch team, in Elise's case because she was on it and in Annabelle's because she fancied half the team (sometimes, Elise included).

The Headmistress had given Rose special dispensation to leave the castle of an evening, so long as it didn't interfere with her studies. It didn't, of course. She was as much a Granger as she was a Weasley, after all.

"I'm home," she called when she stepped out of the fireplace, tugging at her scarlet and gold tie and immediately throwing her outer robe onto the chair where she regularly discarded it. It wasn't much, but it was home. Her parents had wanted them, and so had Astoria and Draco, so they compromised and Scorpius and Rose settled on their own.

The cottage was small, three rooms — two bedrooms, one kitchen/living room — and a tiny hallway. Sure, magic could've grown it into a palace, but it'd been Astoria Malfoy who'd put a stop to that. At the time, Rose had thought it was spite, but she soon learned what Astoria had been going for. It was about earning it, because parenthood, it turns out, wasn't easy.

Sure, you could banish the puke, but the smell lingered and the tiredness didn't go away.

"Shh." Scorpius's voice was soft and when she turned to the door that led to little Lara's room. "She's sleeping."

"She's almost two, we don't have to whisper," Rose said, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly at her boyfriend. Scorpius had continued into his seventh year while Rose had stayed home and looked after Lara and now it was his turn. Sure, she'd had to make new friends, but her old ones hadn't exactly stuck by her. She was just the freak that got pregnant, a new year was kind of nice.

"Wake her up and you can deal with her," Scorpius retorted, bending down slightly as he reached her to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. Even though they'd been living together for almost two years, it still made her heart skip just that little bit. She could come home to him forever. Ice blue eyes, often so cold to everyone else, sparkled as they met hers. "Good day?"

"Kinda, you?"

"Kinda," he mimicked. "C'mon, gimme more. Was there a fight? Did Peeves strangle a first-year? How's Lily? Albus is worried, says she's being really weird."

"She's fine." Hung up on David, sure enough, but Albus didn't need to know that. Lily had two older brothers and had learned it was best not to tell them when boys were being the worst. "You know that you're allowed outside?"

He scowled but joined her as she collapsed onto the sofa they'd found in an old second-hand store in Edinburgh. The perks of magical travel. "I like hearing about your day."

"It was…" she tried, then sighed. "A day. People moaned. Classes sucked. I went over the same stupid spells for the same stupid exams, you know, boring stuff. I prefer it here."

"Good, because, I don't plan on going anywhere." His long fingers gently began tracing circles on her arm as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Better not, dad'll kill you."

"He nearly has," Scorpius pointed out, the vibration of his voice rumbling against her ear. "Twice."

"The second time was an accident."

"Oh good, only one was." If Unforgivable Curses had been Forgiveable, then he probably would've. That hadn't been a fun trip home. 'Hi, mum. Hi, dad. This Scorpius, he's my boyfriend and, by the way, father to our unborn child.'

"He loves you really."

"He loves you," Scorpius corrected. "He hates me."

"Hate's such a strong word."

"But accurate."

"You'll get over it."

"I'll have you know I'm mortally wounded by our lack of quasi-father-son bonding." She didn't need to look up to see the mirth in his eye despite his deadpan tone.

"Your actual dad can give you father-son bonding."

"You never grew up a Malfoy, did you?"

Draco Malfoy wasn't what Rose would call cuddly. "Your mum's great, though."

"On that, my dearest Rose, we can agree," Scorpius said fondly. "She was asking after you, actually. Before she even asked how I was."

"When?"

"This morning. She bought books."

"Books! There's free books and you didn't even tell me." Rose was already off the sofa before Scorpius could object, hunting down her prey with vicious precision. Astoria always gave the best recommendations and, more often than not, let Rose keep anything she liked. Her sister, Daphne, was far less forgiving but had even more varied and exquisite taste.

The search was conducted by the music of Scorpius's gentle laughter and eventual assistance when he revealed a small stack that he'd disillusioned so that she wouldn't see them. That, of course, led to an evening of the two of them curled up by the fire after far too much food. It was delayed when Rose had checked on Lara, before being forcibly dragged from her side by Scorpous. Even though she was only small, Rose knew she was going to be like her father, even if her flame-red hair told everyone she was going to be a Weasley. She hoped Lara didn't get their temper. Instead, she hoped Lara had her father's loyalty, and his intelligence — he was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and kind. He was always kind.

Once sure that her daughter wasn't going to succumb to any wretched fates from her bed, Rose lost herself in one of the novels Scorpius' aunt Daphne had given her. The adventures of various ne'er do wells were punctuated only by the sounds of Scorpius's soft snoring as Rose leant against his chest. It wasn't the life of every seventeen-year-old, that much she knew, but it was hers and she wouldn't change it for the world.