"'Mione, you shouldn't be moving about this much." Draco Malfoy advised his wife.
"I'll do whatever I want, dearest. And you wouldn't want to agitate a pregnant lady, would you? It does harm to the baby." His wife promptly replied.
"No, of course not." He remembered what happened last time - something with lots of excruciating torture - he shuddered.
"Good, now go and prepare yourself. Scorpius and Rose are visiting us tonight, she's 8 months along now." She dragged him all the way to the bedroom.
"But why?" He whined. "It's only family!"
"You still have to make yourself presentable!"
He harrumphed.
"Come on now, where'd you put that tie? Merlin knew how you handled it in school, you can't go one day without messing up now!"
"That's because I have a wife that'd do anything for her charming, dashing and adoring husband."
"I'd think to rephrase it as 'arrogant, self-absorbed prat' would sound much more fitting. Now, hold still." She fixed the tie around his neck, adjusting it properly before stepping back.
"Satisfied?" He stood there as she gave him a once-over
"There, now you look like that stunning aristocrat you claim yourself to be." She picked up her purse and waddled out the room.
That woman was going to be the death of him.
BRRNG! BRRNG! A phone rang.
By the time he got there, Hermione was already placing the phone down.
"So, what happened?"
All he had caught onto was 'water and broke', and then "What! Woman, you should be in the hospital, our kid's gonna be born premature."
After she whacked him with the purse, and glared at him, she kindly repeated "I said 'Change of plans, Rose's water broke. Let's Floo now."
"Certainly not, we are not flooding to St. Mungo's in your condition. It is stated that Floo powder has effects on any child that does not reach required age." He wisely spoke.
"So what do you propose, Mr. Everything-with-any-harm-must-not-be-near-my-pregnant-wife. I want to see my soon-to-be-born grandchild."
"We drive, Muggle-style," he reach into his pocket to retrieve his keys.
"I rue the day I taught you what was a car! UGH!"
And, instead, they got Lucius to drive. Who, for some reason, has better driving skills than Draco and owns a Ferrari.