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Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-seven: End Part II
AN: So here it is – the second part of the end of it all. But WAIT...there is one more part of Whispering left to read: the surprise part III! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy these next series of vignettes that follow Rose and Scorpius' life!
Be sure to R & R! Enjoy. :)
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Chapter Twenty-seven: End
The Epilogue Part II
March 2029 – a year to the day after the proposal
Scorpius had always thought Rose was beautiful in anything she wore, even when she wore nothing at all, but the moment she stepped down the aisle, Scorpius saw a different Rose. She was beyond gorgeous in her wedding dress; she simply shone with a radiance Scorpius could have sworn rivalled the sun.
Rose, with the help and encouragement of Cecelia, Malena, Hermione, and Astoria, had chosen a gown with an English net sweetheart bodice, a slim fitting gown, and a hem accented with a scalloped lace edging. Lace appliqués began under the bust and continued all over. It was an absolute dream.
Every pair of eyes was on Rose, none more so than Scorpius'. While there were many beautiful decorations all over the Italian Muggle church – Rose had insisted on pleasing the Muggle side of her family – nothing was more entrancing than Rose herself. Sure, the stained-glass was nothing anyone had ever seen and the size was magnificent, the detail intricate and incomparable, but Rose stole all the attention.
While she would normally have oohed and ahhed at the sheer size and beauty of the cathedral, as she did when she and Scorpius first visited, Rose only had eyes for Scorpius this time around. He looked spectacular in his tuxedo – another request on Rose's behalf – and his smile was beyond perfect. Rose fell deeper in love with him seeing him waiting for her at the altar.
Before she knew it, Rose was at the altar, her father kissing her cheek and placing her hands in her soon-to-be husband's.
The ceremony was to be led by Ferguson March, a Ministry Official from the Department of Magical Unions, a sub-group of the International Magical Office of Law, an office in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He was a delightful man, good-natured and friendly, well versed in Wizarding and Muggle marriage ceremonies. He was upwards towards fifty, average height and his fading auburn hair was thinning ever so slightly.
As the almost-married couple looked to him, he smiled. He always enjoyed performing bonding ceremonies for people so clearly in love.
"Today, we are gathered to witness one of the most important acts to be completed between two people, a bonding ceremony as it is known as in the Wizarding community and a wedding in the Muggle community. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and Rose Aurora Weasley have asked you all here to be a part of the ritual that proclaims their love for each other. This ceremony is a testament to their unending love."
The ceremony continued with variations of Christian rites before Official March called for the recitation of the vows.
Scorpius went first, pulling his speech from his inner breast pocket.
He cleared his throat as he unfolded his vows.
Lovingly, he glanced up from his parchment and smiled at Rose.
"Rose, I may not always be one for lengthy speeches, but my love for you is something that cannot have a word limit. No matter, I will try to make it as concise as possible. This is how much I love you. I love you: enough to do anything for you, give my life, my love, my heart and my soul to you and for you; enough to willingly give all of my time, efforts, thoughts, talents, trust and prayers to you; enough to want to protect you, care for you, guide you, hold you, comfort you, listen to you, and cry to you and with you; enough to be silly around you, never have to hide anything from you, and be myself with you.
"I love you enough to share all of my sentiments, dreams, goals, fears, hopes, and worries, my entire life with you; enough to want the best for you, to wish for your success and to hope for the fulfilment of all of your endeavours; enough to keep my promises to you and pledge my loyalty and faithfulness to you; enough to cherish your friendship, adore your personality, respect your values, and see you for who you are.
"I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifice myself for you if need be; enough to miss you incredibly when we are apart, no matter what length of time it's for and regardless of the distance; enough to believe in our relationship to stand by it through the worst of times, to have faith in our strength as a couple, and to never give up on us; enough to spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you, when you need or want me, and never want to leave you or live without you.
"This is how much I love you."
Rose smiled a watery smile, willing her tears to stay back.
"And now, Rose, your vows."
Rose turned to Cecelia who had tucked Rose's vows into her dress pocket (Rose was smart to think of such a thing for a bridesmaid dress). Swallowing her emotions to speak clearly, Rose prepared herself.
"Scorpius, love, I have a few things to promise you. I promise to give you the best of myself and to ask of you no more than you can give. I promise to accept you the way you are. I fell in love with you for the qualities, abilities, and outlook on life that you have, and won't try to reshape you in a different image. I promise to respect you as a person with your own interests, desires, and needs, and to realize that they may sometimes be different, but that they are no less important than my own. I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you see through the window of my personal world into my innermost fears and feelings, secrets and dreams. I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change as we both adjust in order to keep our relationship alive and exciting. And finally, I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all I feel inside in the only way I know how... completely and forever."
Rose's eyes glistened with unshed tears and Scorpius felt his throat tighten with emotion.
"As each of you present at this ceremony can see, Scorpius and Rose are madly in love. However, if anyone present believes that these two should not be united in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
All that could be heard in response were the birds outside the cathedral.
Official March sighed contentedly. "Albus, Cecelia, do you have the rings?"
They both nodded.
Albus pulled the ring from his breast pocket slowly, the excitement building all around him.
Scorpius took the ring delicately, feeling the emotional weight of what this meant in his heart. This was really happening, finally. Taking Rose's hand in his, he began to slip it onto her left ring finger.
"Do you, Scorpius Hyperion, take Rose Aurora to be your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and for all eternity?"
"I do," Scorpius breathed, his eyes never leaving Rose's.
Rose couldn't bear to tear her eyes from Scorpius' and blindly took the ring Cecelia handed her. She slid it carefully onto Scorpius' appropriate finger, goose bumps appearing on her skin.
"And do you, Rose Aurora, take Scorpius Hyperion to be your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and for all eternity?"
Rose took a moment to collect herself, pushing back the tears once again and nodding insistently. "I do."
"Then by the power of love, I declare you bonded for life."
Official March then pulled a wand out of his robes and brandished it about Scorpius and Rose's heads. A shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their entwined fingers.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Scorpius delicately took Rose's face and placed upon her lips a kiss that unsettled the butterflies in her stomach.
Above all the applause, the golden balloons way up above them burst with birds of paradise and tiny golden bells flying and floating, adding their own songs and chimes to the commotion.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Scorpius Malfoy!"
After their first kiss as husband and wife, they hurried down the aisle and out of the church into the streets of Lecce, Italy.
The guests soon followed and saw the newlyweds into their horse-drawn carriage. They were sent ahead to their summer villa, their wedding present from the Malfoys, in order to have pictures taken.
The wedding party and guests made their way to the reception being held in the backyard of the villa.
Their summer villa was beyond beautiful and incredibly spacious. It was 1,000 square metres, with a master suite, ten bedrooms, nine and a half bathrooms, a formidable dining room, a small ballroom, two living rooms, a large kitchen, and a laundry room. There was an annex in the garden with two bedrooms and bathrooms and a general living area. The garden was filled with colourful, exotic plants and had a loggia and patio area. A private pool was landscaped around the garden. The land behind the villa was artfully tamed and decorated for the purpose of the wedding reception.
The guests who hadn't been there – all but the wedding party and immediate family – were in awe of its majesty.
The party got into to full swing immediately as guests took to their seats under the large wedding tent and were serenaded by a small string orchestra. The wedding party entered the tent, trailed by the newlyweds.
Cries of congratulations and celebration over stimulated the bride and groom, but the smiles on their faces couldn't be wiped off.
The drinks, salads, and then entrees were served in succession shortly after everyone got settled. Afterwards, with a bit of a rest, the bride and groom shared their first dance as a married couple. The traditional father-daughter and mother-son dances were watched with teary eyes and happy faces. Guests joined the bride and groom on the dance floor after that. After hours of dancing and milling around, greeting and thanking each and every guest for coming, it was time for cake. And after cake came the speeches.
Al decided to go first, since he had the most connection to both the bride and groom.
"Now, as the best man, I suppose you're hoping I'm going to give a funny speech that reminds everyone of Scorpius' bachelor days and the shenanigans we got into, or embarrassing things Rosie's done when surrounded by family, but I'm not. Instead, I'm going to tell a little story of my own that, I assure you, relates directly back to Scorpius and Rose.
"It was our seventh year and we were on our way to Hogsmeade one Saturday in April. We were still in the carriages and had been talking about Rose and Scorpius finally going public with their relationship – the first time that is."
Al paused smiling as he listened for the chuckles he elicited. Scorpius and Rose shared a secret smile and a kiss before returning their attention to the best man.
"Cecelia, my beautiful wife of five years, and I had been staring at a silent exchange the two of them had just made. Scorpius had kissed Rose's forehead and pulled her close to him, Rose kind of melting into him. Cecelia had sighed and I had brazenly whispered something along the likes of 'wish you had something like that?' And Cecelia, in all her brilliance said this, word for word: 'Sometimes. It'd make life a lot more bearable, I should think, having someone who adores you for who you are. Someday, I know that someday I'll have exactly what they have. Complete and utter devotion and an indescribable love.'
"That was said over seven years ago, and I committed it to memory the moment it left her lips. There is nothing better to describe what my best mate and my closest cousin have. They may have faced more monsters than most during their lengthy relationship, but throughout it, that devotion and love was always present. Even on the worst days. Especially on those days.
"My only hope is that their adoration, their devotion, their love continues to grow to the point that everyone around them can physically feel it if they don't already. I love you both and I hope you know how much you mean to me and everyone here.
"And so, as I finish, I ask that everyone raise their glass and toast to Rose and Scorpius, quite possibly one of the world's most tumultuous and star-crossed lovers you shall ever meet. To Rose and Scorpius!"
November 17, 2030
"Rose, please be the best big sister and soon-to-be-aunt and come to St. Mungo's! Emily is acting beyond mental right now and said she won't co-operate unless her sister, Rose, who is also a Healer, came to be here for her," Hugo pleaded, his head floating in the flames of the Floo fireplace.
"Hugo, there was no preamble necessary. Of course I'll come! I wouldn't miss the chance to see my niece or nephew's birth if I could help it!"
Rose hurriedly ran around her flat, searching for a suitable pair of shoes, a cardigan, her jacket, and St. Mungo's identity badge. Hastily, she wrote a note for Scorpius before Flooing to St. Mungo's.
Making her way through the lobby of St. Mungo's, the welcome witch greeted her pleasantly and letting her go up to the maternity ward.
Her heels clicked down the corridor as she passed fellow Healers and pregnant women and their partners anxiously anticipating their babies' births.
Luckily, Malena was on the maternity ward, filling in for another Healer's shift, and directed Rose to Emily's room.
Hugo was pacing outside the door and jumped on his sister when he saw her.
"Thank Merlin you're here! I thought I was going to die," Hugo cried, his eyes wild and bloodshot, dark circles underneath them, and his hair in complete disarray. Rose realised that Hugo's call was one of distress, for himself.
"I was under the impression that I was coming for Emily, not you, Hugh," Rose teased lightly as she hugged her brother back. "How is she really?"
"Hysterical. You know, Lavender did stop by but that didn't help at all. I think it made it worse for her, really. And then she started getting tetchy with me after Lavender left when she no longer had a scapegoat. And I owled Seamus but he said 'There is no way on earth that you will get me in the delivery room with another Brown woman. Once was more than enough.'"
Hugo looked at Rose, broken down and exhausted.
"Rose, please, for your future niece or nephew's sake, help Em."
Giving her brother a kiss on his cheek, she replied, "Of course, Hugo."
Eight hours later, Rose was there to welcome her first niece, Lea Michelle Weasley. When she saw Scorpius hold his niece once he got to St. Mungo's, Rose melted. She fell more in love with him so easily as he held the tiny infant Lea in his arms. He was a natural at it.
Hugo had insisted that he get a picture of Lea with her aunt and uncle on the day of her birth. It was simply adorable. Lea was absolutely perfect and Rose was looking forward to spoiling her rotten. It also got her thinking about having a baby.
November 29, 2030
"Scorpius, come on. I want to go visit baby Eli. James sent out an owl that Anna is up for guests now."
"Merlin, it's like you've caught the baby bug. Malena and Derek had Eleni about a year ago. Lea was born almost two weeks ago and now little Eli has now made an appearance. If I weren't mistaken, I think you're getting ideas," Scorpius teased pulling his wife to his chest and wrapping his arms around her.
He buried his face in her neck, waiting for her razor-sharp quip and was surprised when he got none.
"Rosie, are you thinking about a baby?" he asked slowly.
"Not exactly," Rose began, "I'm thinking about babies but I don't think I'm ready for a baby. I don't think we're ready for a baby. But I want one."
Scorpius turned his wife of nearly ten months to face him. "Do you really want to have a baby now? Because nothing would make me happier than making you happy. I hope you know that. And if a baby would make you happy, then let's get to baby making."
Rose blushed faintly, amused by Scorpius' frankness. "While I love the act of making a baby, we can't have a baby now. We have only been married just months shy of a year. We should get used to this, our marriage, and enjoy that before kids. And in the meantime, we can enjoy other people's kids as well as enjoy passing them back to their parents."
Scorpius chuckled as he kissed her forehead. "That sounds like a plan. Do you want to go visit James, Anna and Eli then?"
Rose stood on her tiptoes and gave her husband a lingering kiss.
"Anna will be bombarded with people today. We can visit at a different time. Besides, I have another idea that has everything to do with you, me and our bedroom."
She grinned cheekily as she slipped out of his hold, making her way toward their bedroom and slipping out of her clothes.
While he knew they weren't about to make a baby, they certainly were going to make love.
Rose was late. She had had a surprise patient at St. Mungo's and she couldn't not be there. Little Ty Benson had become a regular fixture in her life.
A mischievous three-year-old boy, Ty enjoyed capturing his parents' wands and "experimenting." This incident was no different and Rose seemed to be one of the few, and the only one still in the building, able to convince him to co-operate in order to receive treatment.
So, after a half hour interruption, Rose Flooed home and saw Scorpius waiting for her.
"There you are! I was about to Floo St. Mungo's and see where you were."
"Ty was in five minutes before my shift ended. It was a challenge, this time around," Rose explained as she ran into their bedroom, stripping herself of her Healer robes.
She pulled a cream-coloured shift dress over her head and slipped her feet into a pair of pale yellow flats. Rose put her hair down, ran a brush through it, waved her wand and looked as bright as if she hadn't even been at St. Mungo's for seventeen hours.
"Oh, Ty. That boy is going to be a menace to society because of his "experiments,"" Scorpius laughed.
"I wouldn't think it funny if I were you. You'll have to deal with him, Mr. Auror Sir," Rose quipped, grabbing a lightweight coral cardigan.
Scorpius rolled his eyes, earning a playful punch from Rose.
"Let's not keep Nana Molly waiting a minute longer."
"How do you know she waited for us?"
Rose looked pointedly at her husband. "Because I owled her right before I went to assist with Ty."
Scorpius threw his hands up, accepting defeat gracefully.
They Flooed over to the Burrow and a wailing baby Michael was placed into Rose's arms.
"Take him for a few. Lea is having a fit and Em and I need to take care of her," Hugo told her hurriedly.
Only a few weeks old, there was no doubt a whole host of people who would have loved holding Michael, but not necessarily if he were crying like he was. Rose didn't have a problem with it and instantly began to rock him gently to calm him down.
Wandering into the kitchen with Michael in her arms and Scorpius at her side, Rose greeted all her family as she passed the. She was looking for Nana Molly and knew she would be in the kitchen, making last minute additions to dinner.
"Nana, Scorpius and I are here now," Rose called, stepping into the kitchen.
"Rose, darling!" Nana Molly cried, rushing to her granddaughter, about to engulf her in a huge hug, but stopping when she saw Michael cradled next to her.
She smiled broadly, placing a hand on her granddaughters face before embracing Scorpius.
"I'm so glad you both could come!"
"You know we wouldn't miss it for the world, Mrs. Weasley," Scorpius told her.
Molly rolled her eyes. "Dear, how many times have I told you to call me Nana or Molly? I meant it every single time."
Smiling, Scorpius replied, "Of course Nana Molly."
Beaming, Molly looked at Rose and Scorpius. Scorpius had slipped an arm around Rose's waist, Rose had leaned into Scorpius' chest, and Michael was finally calm and on his way to sleep. They looked like the perfect little family.
"That's a good look for the both of you. Parenting," Molly mused. She quickly switched gears from family to food, shooing them out of the kitchen and to have them direct everyone to the dining room.
Doing as they were told, all almost-sixty Weasleys (and Potters and significant others) congregated in the dining room. The food was passed quickly and efficiently and was eaten just the same. Conversation flowed throughout and at times, it was hard to tell what and where conversations were going on.
Before dinner had begun, Emily had taken Michael back, but at the conclusion of dinner, Lea found herself in Rose and Scorpius' lap alternately. A curious toddler, Rose and Scorpius had their hands full with their niece since she wanted to touch and play with everything in sight. They were so preoccupied; they hardly heard the news about Jonathan's first birthday party the following weekend which James and Anna were having on the Cannons Quidditch pitch or that Teddy and Victoire were moving into a bigger house. However, before the most important news was mentioned, Al and Cecelia pulled them aside.
Lea was trying to crawl all over Scorpius, but he managed to keep her from falling and listen at the same time.
"We wanted to tell you both this first, seeing you are our best friends and we've already decided that you are going to be the godparents to our children long ago," Cecelia told them vaguely, trying desperately to contain her excitement.
Rose looked at her best friend and cousin, disbelieving.
"Are you really telling us what I think you are?"
Cecelia and Al looked at each other before looking back at their best friends.
"Yeah, we are," Al admitted, grinning.
Rose launched herself at Cecelia and cried all sorts of congratulations. "I'm so happy for you both!"
"Wow mate, you're gonna be a dad," Scorpius told Al in awe. "That's brilliant."
Scorpius turned to Cecelia. "And Rose and I would be honoured to be your children's godparents."
"Yay!" Cecelia cried, embracing her best friends. "Granted, we aren't expecting children per se, just one, but we wanted you to know before the rest of the family. Now we get to tell them all!"
Cecelia grew a little pale at the prospect, nerves and whatnot, but held Al's hand tightly, her other hand resting nonchalantly on her currently-flat stomach.
"Knock 'em dead," Rose encouraged them.
And this news certainly did. The idea of getting another grandchild thrilled Ginny and James and Anna were just as excited for their sons to have cousins. Harry made it perfectly clear that he would like a granddaughter and Lily made it clear she didn't want to be the minority in the Potter family and hoped to get a niece.
Everyone was equally as pleased and looking forward to adding to the Weasley clan. It would be growing forever.
Hermione made eye contact with her daughter who was entertaining little Lea. While Hermione didn't say a word, she spoke volumes. She wanted to see her daughter become a mother. And for the first time, Rose really felt like she was ready for a baby.
"I'm sick of your emotional rollercoaster, Rose! I can't take a single more minute of it and I'm about ready to take a few days for myself at Al's so I don't say something I really regret!" Scorpius nearly hollered.
"You can't stay at Al's, Scorpius! Cecelia just had their daughter, our goddaughter, not even two months ago and they barely have time for themselves, let alone a houseguest!" Rose angrily replied.
"Fine then. I won't stay at Al's. I'll go to James'."
"He and Anna took Eli and Jonathan to Anna's parents and to tell them about their new addition," she told him stubbornly. Honestly, couldn't Scorpius get that she didn't want him to leave?
"He and Emily won't let a soul into the house since Lea and Michael are sick."
"Then I'll go to my parents'! I just can't stay here with you always giving me these stubborn answers and emotional highs and lows nonstop. It ridiculous and I need to get away from it," he answered solidly.
"It's not my fault!" Rose demanded hysterically.
Scorpius laughed sardonically. "Like hell it isn't. You're the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley."
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? And if it means what I think it means, then, no it isn't my fault. Blame my bloody parentage!"
"See, this is why it's ridiculous! You can't even take responsibility for yourself now you've gotten to be so unbelievable! You blame others, namely your parents."
Scorpius turned and walked away, going to the closet to grab a bag to stuff a few overnight clothes in.
"Don't leave!" she pleaded desperately.
"There you go again. A never-ending spectrum of emotions."
"I can't help it, Scorpius. I'm sorry. It's just –"
"Why can't you help it?" he asked loudly as he kept on walking.
Scorpius stopped in his tracks.
"I'm pregnant," Rose repeated, softer and slower.
"How far along are you?" Scorpius asked immediately, suddenly becoming calmer.
"Nearly seventeen weeks."
Scorpius turned around, walked over to his wife of five and sat down next to her, beside himself. "Seventeen weeks?"
Rose nodded mutely.
"I – I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure and I wanted everything to go alright. I got scared too, considering my history," Rose began, trailing off toward the end. "I mean, we only just talked about starting a family for real, like, a month ago just after our anniversary, and I had my suspicions shortly after that, but I wasn't sure and yet I'm also surprised you didn't notice my growing stomach. And I –"
"Rose, shut up and let me kiss you," Scorpius interrupted before he pulled her into his lap, taking her face and pressing his lips against hers.
Once he pulled away, he pushing their foreheads together and spoke in low tones.
"You have no idea how happy you have just made me. Do you know if it's a boy or girl?"
Rose bit her lip shyly. "No. I wanted to wait and see what you wanted to do. If you want to know or if you'd like it to be a surprise."
"Let's keep it a surprise," he answered excitedly.
Rose smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "That sounds perfect to me."
"I can't believe I am going to be a dad."
Beaming from cheek to cheek, Scorpius was filled with such an immense happiness that couldn't compare to anything else he had ever felt. His hands were drawn to his love's stomach, and he placed them delicately on her. This was how it was supposed to happen, when they were ready, prepared and totally in love. This baby was the culmination of his vast and unending love for Rose.
"You're going to be a dad," Rose replied, hardly containing her own excitement, setting her hands on top of his.
"And you're going to be a mum."
"I like the sound of that."
Scorpius stood up abruptly; Rose in his arms, bridal-style, he then proceeded to their bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Rose giggled on their way down the hall.
Slyly, he told her, "Well, we are going to celebrate."
"Oh, are we?"
"Why, yes, Mrs. Malfoy. We are going to celebrate the expansion of our family and the imminent expansion of your waistline," Scorpius responded cheekily as he carried her toward their bedroom.
Rose tossed her head back into his arms and giggled.
Placing Rose on the bed, he proceeded to leave a trail of kiss down her neck.
"That's not funny!" she finally said after coming down from cloud nine as she realised what her husband was insinuating with "imminent expansion of your waistline."
He merely chuckled against her collarbone and continued his way down as he worked his hands around to her bra clasp.
"Oh sweet Merlin," Scorpius awoke hearing, over and over and over and increasingly more concerned.
He mumbled angrily and yet he still got up after checking for Rose.
Her spot in their bed was still warm, but cooling quickly, so Scorpius came to the conclusion that the 'oh sweet Merlins' were from her.
Shuffling to the loo, he covered his eyes quickly and blearily looked through the cracks of his fingers.
There Rose stood, in her short nightgown, stomach protruding, staring in fright and wonder at her feet.
"Waz hapning?" Scorpius managed to mumble.
"I think my water broke."
Rose looked up at Scorpius and then back to her feet. She was standing in a puddle.
That awoke Scorpius completely.
"We have to get to St. Mungo's."
Rose snatched a towel, stuffed it between her legs and waddled out of the loo, but not before vanishing the puddle.
"What about contractions? Don't you have to have contractions?" Scorpius asked, closely following his wife around.
"Stop hovering! And no, I haven't really gotten any contractions, nervous father-to-be. You need to relax, love. I'm supposed to be the anxious one. I have to push a watermelon-sized human being out of my body."
Scorpius took a deep breath. "Of course, of course. You're right," he sputtered.
He just stood there, and Rose just stared at him.
"You can be of some help and grab my go-bag. And then you can owl my parents and yours to let them know we're headed to St. Mungo's. I'll just make my way to the Floo slowly while you do that."
Scorpius nodded mutely before getting onto his tasks.
While Scorpius looked extremely worried and frightened beyond belief, Rose was somehow managing to contain her panic. It wouldn't do to have them both frantic.
Miraculously, they ended up at St. Mungo's and were admitted. It was really all a blur for Rose and she hardly remembered how she got there. She had been focusing so much on breathing and the painful contractions that started the moment she stepped into St. Mungo's. But finally, finally, she was going to have her baby.
Hr. Thruston was Rose's Healer and had been her entire pregnancy. Rose knew him professionally and was aware that he was the most experienced maternity Healer St. Mungo's had seen. She knew she was in good hands, but Scorpius was not aware of Hr. Thruston's expertise.
Scorpius was beyond crazed, asking random, unanswerable questions of Hr. Thruston and the attending Healers and Medi-Witches and –Wizards. Rose was so absorbed in her contractions she didn't even attempt to stop Scorpius from making an idiot of himself. It was a good thing that all the Healers and Medi-Witches and –Wizards understood he was a first-time father. They had all seen the likes of him – and those worse – before.
Eleven hours after arriving at St. Mungo's and after several dilation checks and frustrated cries from both soon-to-be parents, it was time for Rose to push.
"Alright Rose. We've finally gotten to this point. Are you ready to push?" Hr. Thruston asked kindly.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Josh? I want my baby in my arms now so I can stop feeling like a bleeding cow!"
Hr. Thruston – also known as Josh – tried and failed to hide a chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes."
"How about you Scorpius?" Josh questioned, addressing the crazed father-to-be.
Dazed, Scorpius stared blankly at Josh before Rose demanded he hold her hand tightly and tell her wonderful things.
And so, Scorpius hurried over to his wife's side, kissed her on the forehead and announced, "Let's do this."
Gripping Scorpius' hand tightly, Rose prepped herself for the first push.
"On the count of three, you need to start pushing. Then stop pushing once I tell you," Josh told Rose.
She nodded, clutching Scorpius' hand as if it were her only lifeline.
"One, two, three."
As she pushed, Rose let out a scream and her hair fell into her face. With his free hand, Scorpius brushed her hair behind her ears and whispered encouraging words.
"Okay Rose. Rest a bit before the next contraction. You're doing great."
Already exhausted, Rose leaned back and breathed deeply, teeth clenched. "This is not what I would call great, Josh."
Josh smiled knowingly. "Well, you'll only need a few more pushes. And the next one is going to be now. On three."
Again, Rose prepared herself and squeezed her husband's hand. Scorpius had heard Rose lose control before (in a number of ways), screaming and carrying on, but this wasn't like anything he had witnessed before. It was an animalistic cry and it was a little frightening.
"Good good. You baby will be crowning with the next push. Breathe a little and rest."
"Dear Merlin I hate you Scorpius," Rose complained, almost completely worn out. "I love you, but I hate you right now."
Scorpius placed a kiss to her temple. "I know love. I know."
"No, you don't."
"Rose, it's time again."
Groaning, Rose pushed again.
"That's perfect Rose. Your baby is crowning. Push just a bit more."
Rose let out a painful wail, pushing with all her might and breaking Scorpius' hand in the process.
"Great job Rose. I'm going to count to five and you're going to push one more time and your baby will be with you."
Hr. Josh Thruston counted to five. "Get ready Rose."
With one last strangled cry and one last push, baby Malfoy entered the world.
The Malfoy heir was wailing, proving just how strong his or her lungs were. Then Hr. Thruston and the assisting Healers quickly carried the baby into the corner to clean the blood and fluids off.
Rose slumped back, tears streaming from her eyes and her body aching in pain. Hastily, she wiped her face so she could glance at her baby.
Scorpius was at her side, holding one of her hands tightly, while he showered Rose with kisses. "I love you. I love you. I love you," he kept on telling her.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you like to take your son?" Hr. Thruston asked, smiling.
The baby was no longer crying, seeing that he was content, wrapped up tightly in his blanket with a yellow beanie covering his head.
Scorpius placed a final kiss on his wife's lips before slipping his hand from hers and taking those few steps to reach his child.
As Rose attempted to regain her breath, she saw Hr. Thruston hand Scorpius their beautiful baby boy.
The image she saw was simply breathtaking. Their son was already so tiny and looked so very small in Scorpius' arms. He was holding him so gently, as if he were afraid to break him. On Scorpius' face was a look of complete awe and adoration. Rose vaguely saw her husband's eyes misting up.
Scorpius reached Rose's side and held their son out to her. Taking him into her arms, Rose felt as though her heart would burst from all the love she was feeling.
"He's perfect," Rose whispered, hardly trusting her voice, her eyes glued to her baby's angelic face.
"And he's ours," Scorpius replied, bending down to give his love a kiss.
Rose kissed Scorpius back with all her heart.
"I love you," Rose told her husband.
"And I love you, more than you can know."
Smiling, Rose glanced back down at her son. "And we both love you, darling."
Delicately pressing her lips to her son's forehead, a tear fell from her eyes.
This was a bittersweet moment. She now had the most precious family she could have asked for, but she couldn't help to be brought back to the day nearly a decade ago that had changed her life. Her lost baby.
The baby boy in her arms whimpered in his sleep, bringing her back to the present. Her life had changed that day, many years ago, and it had changed her for the better in the long run. Her brand-new son was a gift.
"What should we name him sweetheart? The Healers are eager to complete his birth certificate. And I know we can't keep calling him 'darling' or 'baby,'" Scorpius said lightly.
"I know," Rose responded, smiling up at her husband. "What do you think of Nathaniel Alexander?"
"Nathaniel Alexander Malfoy," Scorpius considered thoughtfully. He looked down at his son and agreed wholeheartedly. "Nathaniel sounds absolutely perfect. And we can call him Nate for short."
Leaving another kiss on her son's forehead, Rose could hardly believe how her life ended up at this point. Married for almost six wonderful years, a beautiful home, a perfect little boy. It was too good to be true.
"Nate, you are much too good to be true," Rose whispered in his ear, taking in his sweet baby smell.
Nate opened his mouth and let out the most adorable little mewling noise. Rose's heart lurched at the sound. Scorpius' hand brushed some hair away from her sweaty brow and he placed a kiss on Rose's head.
"Do you suppose he's hungry?" Scorpius mused.
Curious, Rose offered her son her pinkie finger, to which he latched onto instantly.
"Oh, Nathaniel," Rose gushed.
She looked up to Scorpius longingly and his lips descended on hers.
"We made him. This is our flesh and blood. I still can't believe it and he's right here in my arms," she said softly.
Scorpius' face broke out into a smile as he rested his forehead on his wife's. "I know. Neither can I."
"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I just wanted to let you know that you are more than welcome to have visitors now. Just keep the number small. I'll be back in half an hour to do some basic checkups. And congratulations on your healthy son," Hr. Thruston interrupted before he took his leave.
"I suppose we should let the grandparents take a look at their grandson," Rose said, the grin on her face still plastered on. "Do you mind getting them, love?"
Unable to contain his love, Scorpius kissed Rose once more before rushing out into the maternity ward to let in his parents and parents-in-law.
They eagerly followed Scorpius into the room, freezing the moment they saw the baby in Rose's arms.
"Mum, Dad, Hermione and Ron, we'd like you to meet Nathaniel Alexander Malfoy."
All four grandparents immediately began speaking at once, commenting on his size, his beautiful face, and his glowing parents, etcetera.
Little Nate stirred unhappily at the noise and Scorpius instantly rushed to Rose's side to comfort their son.
"Sorry," each grandparent apologised sheepishly, quieting on the stop.
"Mum and Daddy, would you mind if Astoria and Draco hold Nate first? You've already been made grandparents, twice over, and Nate is their first grandchild. I'm sure they would appreciate it very much," Rose asked of her parents timidly.
Half expecting Ron to refuse the request, he surprised Rose by answering, quite kindly, "I was going to offer that myself, considering Hermione and I were one of the first few people, after Hugo and Emily of course, to hold Lea and Michael. I wouldn't want to take that opportunity away from them."
Draco seemed very shocked and thanked Ron.
"It's not quite like anything you have ever experienced before, holding your brand new grandchild in your arms," Ron told Draco, grinning.
Slowly, Draco and Astoria moved toward Rose's bed to see Nate up close, sucking his mother's finger.
"He's absolutely precious," Astoria murmured, pressing her husband forward in order to take their grandson from their daughter-in-law.
Pushing herself up with one hand, Rose couldn't help but giggle at Draco's expression. He looked to awestruck and frightened at the mere sight of his first grandchild.
"Nate, this is your granddad Draco," Rose told her son as she placed him in Draco's outstretched arms.
Nate softened into Draco's embrace and in the process, thoroughly melted Draco's heart to the core. All Draco could do was stare.
When it came to be Astoria's turn, she practically had to tear Nate from Draco's grip.
Astoria cooed at her grandson, telling him exactly how she planned to spoil him beyond belief.
Rose fought to keep her eyes open until both she witnessed both of her parents hold her son.
As her father held Nate, her mother congratulated her on a job done well, smoothing her hair comfortingly. Nate was simply perfect. And while Hermione had her second grandson in her arms she and Astoria compared the ways they could spoil their grandson. Meanwhile, Ron and Draco spoke enthusiastically how their grandson would be a Quidditch star and a little heartbreaker and handsome beyond belief.
If Rose had ever imagined that a shared grandchild would unite her and Scorpius' parents as Nate seemed to have done, she might have petitioned Scorpius earlier to have children.
As she was nearly falling asleep, she vaguely heard Scorpius push their visitors out so she could get some privacy nursing Nate and eventually, rest.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Nathaniel, happy birthday to you!"
The entire Weasley and Malfoy clans were in magically-enlarged dining room of 17 Hyacinth Lane, celebrating Nathaniel Malfoy's very first birthday.
Nana Molly, well into her eighties, had insisted she would bake her great-grandson's personal jumbo-cupcake and the cake for his birthday party guests. (Rose had told her nana that she wanted her son to have his very own mini cake and Molly could hardly say no to spoil her grandchildren.)
Rose and Scorpius were the beaming parents of a very happy little boy who was surrounded by loving family and friends. His Malfoy grandparents were hovering, not wishing to miss a single second of his first birthday. His Weasley grandparents, while also incredibly attentive, were also busy with entertaining their other grandchildren, who, being four and two, weren't exactly thrilled that their younger cousin was getting so much attention.
Other family members were chatting and eating cake. The room was buzzing with life and it was so loud.
Malena and Cecelia moved toward Rose, each with a child in tow, eager to tell her how adorable Nate looked and how exciting it is that he was already one!
"Rose, can you believe your baby is one? It seemed like just yesterday I was visiting you in St. Mungo's after you had given birth," Malena gushed, attempting to calm her year-old son, Jeremiah.
"It's a little unbelievable. I miss him being so tiny! But I must say, I love seeing him change from day to day," Rose said, reminiscing about all his milestones.
"Have you thought about more kids yet?" Cecelia asked, shifting five-month old Emmett on her hip.
"Merlin no! Not yet. I want some time to devote to Nate first. Scorpius keeps on mentioning how he'd love a little girl, seeing that he doesn't want to Nate to be an only child, but I'm aiming for three years between kids."
Malena and Cecelia started to laugh.
"What's so funny about that?"
"Sweetheart, I'm not sure that's going to happen like you planned since it looks as though you're pregnant now."
Rose looked at Malena curiously before taking a look at herself. Nothing stood out to her at all about the matter.
"How in the bloody hell can you tell that I'm pregnant? I look and feel like I always do!"
"Do you honestly think that since I'm on my fourth pregnancy I wouldn't be able to notice the signs? I would only guess you are about two months along," Malena assessed. Cecelia nodded in agreement.
Rose was floored. She hadn't even been thinking about having another baby yet and here her two best friends were insisting she was already pregnant. Granted, one of them was a fellow Healer and clearly six months pregnant, but it was still unbelievable.
"Unbelievable. You two are unbelievable! I would think I would know if I were pregnant or not," Rose insisted. "It's my body."
Cecelia tried, not very hard however, to disguise an eye roll.
Disbelieving, Rose left her best friends to talk to some of the other guests and to push the idea that she could be pregnant out of her thoughts.
So after the party had concluded, the house had been cleaned up, and Nate was asleep, Rose hurried to take a pregnancy test.
When she got her answer, she wasn't completely surprised. Scorpius was though.
"Scorpius, I don't care if I'm the size of a whale right now. I want to make love with my husband so we are going to make love. You have no say in the matter."
"Sweetheart, you are due any day and you do remember what your Healer said: any excessive physical activity may trigger labour at this stage. I don't want to have to rush you to St. Mungo's midway through –"
Rose pressed a finger to his lips. "Shush. I am a Healer too. I know what I can and cannot do. If I notice anything, I'll have you stop. It's as simple as that. Besides, who says I don't want to go into labour now? It would make it so much easier for me rather than writhing in pain for hours. I'd rather be writhing in pleasure, if you don't mind, love."
Scorpius rolled his eyes, but smirked. Then he remembered.
"What about Nate?"
"What about him?"
"Well, he's our son and our responsibility."
"Not right now he isn't," Rose told her husband forcefully, unbuttoning his shirt hastily.
At the appalled look on Scorpius' face, Rose amended her statement.
"Oh dear Merlin. He's at your parents. You know that! Now can we please move on to the task at hand?"
"You are the boss," Scorpius answered cheekily before kissing his wife and following her to their bedroom.
Sometime later, Rose and Scorpius were spooning, both quite sated. Scorpius' hands were resting on Rose's huge, pregnant belly, feeling their child kick fiercely.
"This one is a trouble-maker. Doesn't stop kicking, does he?"
"First of all, she's just strong. Second, he is a she."
"Oh ho ho," Scorpius chuckled, amused by the certainty Rose spoke with. "And how are you so sure this one is a girl?"
"I have a feeling."
"A feeling? You didn't even have an inkling that you were pregnant until Cecelia and Malena brought it to your attention."
Rose elbowed him for his teasing.
"Not fair," she responded good-naturedly.
Scorpius laughed and pressed his lips to Rose's shoulder. "I know. On another note, in a matter of days, we will get to find out."
Rose sighed deeply. "Yes, I am very aware. I only wish it were sooner."
Nestling further into his embrace, Rose was ready to fall into a deep sleep. Someone, however, had other plans.
Just as she was about to nod off, her uterus contracted painfully.
"You've got to be fucking joking," she muttered, eyes still shut tightly.
"What love?" Scorpius whispered in her ear, completely oblivious, yet again, to what was happening right beside him.
"I just had a bleeding contraction and don't you dare ask me if 'I'm sure.'"
"I wasn't going to," he answered quickly, rolling out of bed and slipping into his pants and zipping up his trousers. "Was that your first contraction?"
Rose sat up slowly before looking at Scorpius thoughtfully. "Probably not."
"What do you mean 'probably not?'?"
"It means that what I thought were orgasms were probably early contractions. It's common, love, so don't worry. But this last one was definitely a full-blown contraction."
Rose got up and waddled to where her dress had been thrown, carefully bending to get it and picked her bra and panties off the nearby chair.
She quickly got dressed before urging Scorpius to get her St. Mungo's bag and to owl their parents to let them know what was going on and to tell them not to rush or worry since it was still in the early stages.
Rose faced a number of more contractions before they even made it to St. Mungo's and Scorpius was beginning to think she was further along in the labour than they had thought. They got into a room and the Healer, Hr. Thaddeus Morse, checked Rose's progress immediately. To Rose and Scorpius' complete surprise, she was minutes from pushing the baby out.
"Bloody fucking hell!" Rose cried as another contraction ripped through her, and as a response to Hr. Morse's announcement. "We don't have any time to let our families know she's coming now!"
Comfortingly, Scorpius ran a hand through his wife's hair. "It will be fine. I'll ask Malena or Derek or a nurse to owl them. You just focus on bringing our beautiful baby into the world."
Rose thankfully calmed down and prepared herself for the miracle of life.
Less than fifteen minutes later, Rose and Scorpius welcomed Noah Marie Malfoy into their family. Five minutes later, Astoria and Draco arrived with Nate in tow, ready to meet his little sister. Hermione and Ron got there shortly thereafter, eagerly anticipating the first look at their new granddaughter.
Scorpius led his family into the hospital room to see Rose holding a precious little pink bundle in her arms. Scooping his son up, Scorpius set him on the bed next to Rose. Shifting her daughter in her arms so Noah faced her big brother, Nate's eyes widened and his attention was full on the little pink thing.
Tentatively, he reached out to touch Noah.
"Gentle, Nate," Rose murmured encouragingly, smiling as she pulled the blanket down to show her daughter's face.
Heeding his mother's words, Nate petted the pink bundle. "My baby," he stated.
"Yes, Nate, that's your baby sister Noah," Scorpius assured him. "You're a big brother."
"Baby No-aaaah. Big brother," Nate said, smiling.
Rose couldn't hold back her grin as she looked at her perfect family: a gorgeous, wonderful, supportive and successful husband; a bright, adorable son; and a precious new baby girl. She had everything she could ever want.
AN: Third and last part is to come!
P.S. The wedding vows aren't entirely mine. I found some online and edited them a bit. :)
P.P.S. Thanks for being patient with me. The epilogue is just much too long to have in two instalments. Three will be the end, I promise!