A/N: Thank you to everyone who read and/or reviewed. I hope you enjoy the way I tied the story up. I will probably write a few outtakes later.

You make my life complete (I belong to you- Lenny Kravitz)

"Mummy!" Margot was utterly scandalized, though Gin could see a hint of a smile forming despite Margot doing her best to look indignant.

Gin shrugged, pointing to Draco and Blaise. "Blame them. Now, the only question I see that needs asking is which of us will give birth first."

Margot turned on her Dad and Daddy. "Seriously? Who do I get to hex for this?"

Dougal snickered, stepping up behind her and laying his hands at her hips. "Darling, you know you are thrilled to get another brother or sister."

Blaise chuckled; really there was nothing else to be done. Margot had been teasing them for years now that they had to stop before she gave them grandbabies. Good gods, he really understood his mother's insistence about not being 'grandmother' a bit better now. He glanced over to see Draco smirking and Damon struggling not to laugh. Pointing to Sorcha, Damon's very pregnant wife, he prepared to duck even as he said, "I don't hear Dame and Sorcha complaining."

Sorcha snickered, laying a hand on her stomach. "I'm too tired to complain about anything. Poor Uncle Ris, he'll never get to retire from teaching at this rate."

"I'm happy for you," Margot said, her lip quivering. "It's just these stupid mood swings."

Margot promptly burst into tears. Gin followed moments later, laying her head on his shoulder and squeezing Draco's hand. Sorcha looked from Margot to Gin and back again before she too teared up.

"Dear gods, what did you four do?" Scorpius stepped into the room cautiously, glaring at each of them in turn. He actually looked as if he was at a loss as to who he was supposed to comfort first.

"You're getting another niece or nephew…" Draco began with a shrug.

"And a brother or sister," Blaise added dryly.

Scorpius' eyes widened comically and he slowly backed out of the room, calling out, "I'll inform the elves!"

Draco laughed. "You'd think they'd be immune by now."

Blaise couldn't resist teasing him. "Uh huh, because you aren't shaking in your shoes."

Draco shifted Gin into his lap and moved closer to Blaise so that they could both comfort her. "The mid-witch is going to have her hands full in a few months, that is for sure."

"My uncles will start the betting pool," Sorcha said with a sniffle. "You know they bet on anything and this is going to be a high stakes bet, I just know it will be."

Damon grinned wickedly. "Is that exclusive of betting if I am going to get a brown eyed or grey eyed sibling?"

Blaise just shook his head and rolled his eyes. He and Draco didn't give one whit whose baby it was, he or she would be added to their already large brood and loved no matter what. It had taken them a good year to work out where they were and what they wanted after Seren and Ares' birth, but now they were simply happy and content.

"I want blackberry scones," Margot exclaimed suddenly.

"Ohhh, bakewells sound really good," Sorcha added.

"I want Lilis' gingersnaps," Gin declared firmly.

"I'll go," Brais said from the doorway. He was grinning widely. "Though, knowing Auntie Lilis she has everything boxed up and ready to be picked up. You know," he said as he turned to go, "The one thing we can count on is that this family is never, ever boring."

Blaise just laughed, agreeing with the assessment wholeheartedly.

-ii—

Gin laughed when Margot slipped into the room with her three day old son, Naoise Cygnus, sleeping in her arms. She joined Sorcha, whose five month old, Niall Arrakis, was sleeping in the playroom, in the chairs in the corner. Her daughter and daughter in law had put their foot down about being here, no matter the circumstances. She had been there with both women when they'd given birth and they had been determined to create this new tradition.

She knew the signs and knew that the baby, only one this time around, would be making an appearance very soon. He or she had nine siblings waiting anxiously to commence the spoiling. Laughing she laid her head back on Blaise's shoulder. "I just thought of something."

"Yes?" he and Draco chorused.

"We thought Dora was spoilt…" she said, trying hard not to fall over laughing at the playful groans that filled the room. Then she winced. "I think someone is impatient to meet us."

It was more a comfort than she could ever say to have Blaise and Draco holding her and supporting her this time around. Part of her wondered what it would have been like to have them both here all along, but deep down she knew that everything happened for a reason. Her life had followed a twisting and turning path to get them all to this point and honestly, she wouldn't go back and change a thing and risk not having this moment in time.

-ii—

"Well," Damon said wryly, taking his baby sister from his Mummy. "Fred is really going to need that charm."

Draco snickered, leaning over Damon's shoulder. "Well, at least her hair is about eight different colours of red and blonde and not simply...pink."

Damon pouted. "It isn't pink, Dad, it is strawberry blonde."

Margot snickered. "It's my son that is going to need that sunblock charm. Though, Dame, you shouldn't feel the odd one out now."

"You do know that all her hair may fall our or change colours, right?" Gin said dryly from where she was curled up with Blaise on the bed. "Besides, you lot have decided she is Fred? Poor girl will need all the hexes we can teach her. Why not go with Meissa?"

Brais lifted his head from where he was curled up on the bed at his parents' feet. "You named her Fredericka Meissa Zabini-Malfoy. We took a vote and decided that you are honouring Uncle Fred and we should as well."

"Besides, that is a lot of names for such a tiny princess," Scorpius pointed out, holding out his hands to take the baby. Damon handed him over and Draco took a moment to memorize the picture before him. He thanked the gods every day that his life had turned out this way.

"So, I take it there will be no changing your minds?" Blaise was grinning though, so everyone understood he was asking more to tease them than anything else.

"I do have to ask," the mid-witch said with a snicker, getting everyone's attention. "Will this be the last time I see you, Gin?"

Gin glared at him and then at Blaise. "Oh dear gods, yes and I mean it this time. I am done with the having babies, the kids can have at it from here on out. I'm too old."

"Too old?" Draco drawled, shaking his head. "What if Blaise and I take offence to that assessment?"

She laughed, pulling him down with them. "I'm not old, not really. I'm just too old to go through this again. Just think, less chance of being hexed or having things thrown at you."

Laughing, Draco kissed her gently. "You never maimed us or managed to break a hand, I think we can call that a win."

-ii—

11 years later

Gin sighed heavily when she caught sight of Rose and her husband on the platform with their daughter. Everyone had come to see Naoise, Fred, and Niall off for their first year and she hoped that Rose had grown up since the truth of the Weasley Family Delusion, as it was known these days, had been made public. Wrapping an arm around Fred, whose hair was still multiple shades of red with white blonde and strawberry blonde highlights, she grinned down at her daughter.

Fred's grey eyes were full of excitement. "Naoise and Ni promise that they will do their best to be in Slytherin with Seren, Deimos, Ares, and me!"

"You three could sort Ravenclaw," Draco pointed out with a cheeky grin.

"Not a chance," Damon said, picking Fred up and swinging her around. "You know as well as we do that this lot is as Slytherin as we are, Mummy included."

She laughed leaning into her husbands. "One of these days I'm going to visit the Head's office and try on that dratted hat, just to prove the lot of you wrong."

Lysander and Dora joined them after seeing off the older kids. Lysander was Kingsley's second in command, learning all he needed to in order to take over the Minister position when Kingsley retired. Poor Dora was overdue with their first. Dora hugged all three of them and glared playfully at Damon until he set Fred down. "Now, baby sister, remember Daddy's rule about waiting until you get there to open any parcels from Uncle George, okay?"

Fred rolled her eyes, pouting heavily. "I don't see why I can't wait to go until after you have the baby."

Dora laughed and laughed, leaning back into Lysander. "Oh, darling, Uncle Ris will round all of you up and send you to Annwn as soon as I go into labour, I promise."

Fred looked over her shoulder, trying out her pout on her daddies. "Please, don't make me go yet."

Margot stood from where she'd been having a whispered conversation with Naoise, cutting off anything Draco or Blaise would have said. "You three will have one another, Fred, it will be just fine."

"Excuse me."

Gin turned, her brows shooting up. She hadn't expected to see this particular nephew here today. "Hugo?"

The redheaded young man turned bright red. "I feel that it is past time for me to apologize for my part in what happened. It took me many years to realise how wrong I was. I do hope you can find it in you to forgive me, even a little bit."

"Well, I think we should definitely discuss this," she said cautiously.

"The kids need to go," Draco interjected quietly. "I think we should see them off before we do anything else."

She was wary of an apology that had been many years in the making, but not wanting to tar the boy with the same brush as his father. "Let me say goodbye to my family, Hugo."

Hugo stepped back and chaos reigned until Deimos, Seren, and Ares finally convinced Fred that they weren't about to let anyone even look at her in a way that they didn't like. Once all the kids were on the train and most of the families had drifted away, Gin turned to Blaise and Draco, hands on her hips and determined to stop them before either of them could say what she figured at least one of them was dying to say, even in jest. "I do not want to hear either of you say how we could add to our brood."

They laughed, pulling her between them and distracting her completely. She was so overwhelmingly happy that she knew that no matter what life threw at him; they would deal with it together and end up on the other side just as happy as they were now. Anything else was simply unfathomable.