Chapter 4: A Little Angel
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Ron sat in the study, that night. He had not slept well since they found out Rose was pregnant. All the anger towards that boy was getting to him. He was so wound up in worry he did not notice his wife come in with a cup of tea for him. "Ron did you stay up all night?" Ron nodded and took a sip of tea. "I can't believe my little girl is going to be a mum. She's so young Mione."Hermione sighed and looked at him. "I know it's hard but we all will get through this." She said just as Rose entered. "Yes, we will. Now hurry up guys was going to be late." Rose said. Hermione looked at her daughter, "Darling we will leave just as soon as your dad stops dawdling." Ron stood. "I will be ready in ten." He kissed his wife and then kissed his daughter's forehead. Twenty minutes later Rose was sitting in the waiting room of the maternity ward at Saint Mungo's. Ron and Hermione were filling out forms and getting ready to turn them in when Draco and Astoria entered with Scorpius. "What's he doing here?" Rose asked her parents. "He's here because he is the father whether he likes it or not he will take responsibility for this baby. That means he will be at every appointment by your side." Draco said. Ron nodded he could not agree more. "Just as Ron finished the nurse came out and called them back. Five minutes later after having been kicked out the men were allowed back in and Rose was now lying down on the table with the healer at her side.
Rose looked at her parents as the healer lifted her shirt a little revealing her stomach, which was forming a little bump, and began moving his wand over her stomach with a small image hovering above her stomach. Rose had been thinking about them lately. About how this was going to change everything, how this could affect their careers the views the public had on the war heroes daughter. Next, she looked at Draco and Astoria, she also considered them, and the Malfoys were somewhat of royalty in the wizarding world, still even after the war with Draco taking a turn on the views of the Malfoys before him. The press was hounding their families looking for details about the new Malfoy. Finally, she looked at Scorpius, the boy she loved, and the one to whom she gave something that she would never get back. Her attention went to the healer as the room filled with a sound she would never forget, the heartbeat of her child, her little angel. Almost instantly, the screen showed an image that she loved. Her baby, her little angel on the screen, so tiny, so innocent, she was in love. The healer saw her expression and looked at Scorpius; he too was in awe that was his child, his own flesh and blood.
The healer finished the appointment and said, "Well everything looks great, both mum and baby are healthy and in about two weeks we will be able to tell the gender. Do you all want pictures?" He asked. Everyone nodded, "Okay then, while I get them printed, Rose you get dressed, and these will be ready for you when you get to check out." Ron shook the healer's hand. Rose thanked the Malfoys for being there and hugged Astoria telling her that she and Draco were welcome to come to every appointment, before the families went their separate ways. That night unknown to Rose, Scorpius would not sleep at all. Instead, he would spend the night studying the copy of the picture Rose gave him repeatedly.