Chapter 16 : Epilogue
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I don’t believe in happy endings. Happy endings are for storybooks, not real life. I think I’ve had too many ups and downs and unexpected twists in my life; nothing ever goes the way I expect it to. (obviously) It’s just not practical to believe in a happily ever after.
But I must say, the past 5 months were pretty darn good. In saying that, I’m conveniently forgetting some key things. 1 being the fact that I haven’t seen my toes in at least 2 months. It’s horrible! I don’t even know what’s going on down there! Two being the fact that my mother had redone my whole closet with so-called maternity clothes that actually look like the clothes old lonely cat ladies wear. I had taken to wearing Draco’s old shirts instead. Three being the fact that I have the craziest mood swings. I felt like a bloody pre-teen again. Seriously, yesterday I blew up at Draco because he brought home the wrong type of ice cream. (I said triple chocolate swirl not Rocky Road!)
But surprisingly, none of this ever seemed to bother Draco. He looked at me like I was the most amazing thing ever to walk this earth. I had informed him he was mental and completely off his rocker for wanting to be with me. He simply laughed and kissed me on the cheek and told me I was ‘cute’ again. (I am NOT cute)
But I could feel his love for me. I could feel it when he would watch me wake up in the morning and gently kiss my stomach. I could feel it in the way his eyes glittered as he felt our baby kicking. I could feel it when he spontaneously stopped what he was doing and kissed me simply, on the cheek. I could feel the love and I could feel our togetherness as a family.
It was late evening by the time I finished my chores and got around to sitting down and reading some more of my beloved pregnancy magazines. (please note the sarcasm) That’s when I felt it.
“Dracoooo!” I called almost hysterically.
He rushed into the room, bewildered, “Huh, what?”
“THE BABYS COMING!” I bellowed, clutching at my stomach.
“Oh bloody hell,” he paled.
“Bloody hell? You’re saying bloody hell? WHAT ABOUT ME?” I screeched. He didn’t reply but rushed off upstairs to get my bag.
“Mum! Call Mum!” I instructed him, “Ahhhh fuckkkkk it hurts alreadyyyyyyy,” I whined.
He continue rushing around looking for God knows what. He reentered the room 30 seconds later with a camera and my bag.
“A camera? You’re going to bloody photograph me GIVING BIRTH? Are you mental? Get me to St. Mungo’s arsehole!” I yelled at him, “Now! Before I have this baby right here and now in our living room!” Ew, that’s quite a nasty thought.
A look of fear crossed his face for a moment before he nodded and did as I instructed. Ha, Draco Malfoy, former Death-Eater, cowering at my feet. It was a nice thought, even if I was in the most pain I had ever been in my life.
The next thing I can remember is me screeching at the top of my lungs, my Mum on one side, Daphne on the other, Draco looking pained and nervous in the corner, and feeling like my insides were being torn apart. It was the single most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life. Ever. Why in all hell would someone want to go through that again? Even once more? It was beyond me, really.
“Push, darling!” my mother urged from the side. She was grabbing onto my hand and squeezing back almost as hard as I was squeezing hers. Really, Mum, I was the one giving birth here. But her face was contorted into this painful expression and I wondered what mine looked like.
Draco smiled and nodded encouragingly at me. I glared back at him, “Why don’t you try to push, you bloody wanker?” I yelled back.
He didn’t reply. Smart move, Malfoy.
“Just a little bit more!” came Healer Vargas’s once soothing voice from the foot of my bed. Easy for her to say. I didn’t even know if I had it in me to push “a little bit more.”
“You can do it, Tor!” came my sister’s soft voice from my other side. I didn’t have it in my heart to yell at her again. She had too much faith in me, that girl.
“Arghhhhahhh!” Was my oh-so-eloquent reply. I was going to burst from the pain.
I gave it one last push with everything I had. I was dead beat and collapsed back onto the bed. And then I heard another sound, a much higher, shrill cry.
The Healers swiftly cleaned him up and handed the tiny body to me. His eyes were large and gray, like his father’s. His blonde hair was wispy and barely covered his little head. He seemed so small that I could break or hurt him with my pinky finger. But he was beautiful. So beautiful. I could not look away from the perfection that was Scorpius.
“He’s so perfect,” I marveled, examining his button nose and his hands that were the size of a strawberry.
I felt Draco move to stand beside me and put his arm around me gingerly, gazing down at our little boy. He nodded but didn’t speak, then leaned down to kiss Scorpius on the forehead.
It all seemed so perfect. Maybe my happily ever after had come true. I had gotten the man of my dreams. My baby was absolutely gorgeous. My family was with me, looking adoringly at my son.
Everything was perfect.
Until Scorpius starting wailing at the top of his lungs.
A/N: It's over! After so long, it's finally the last chapter! First of all, thank you to you for reading my story the whole way through. I find it mindblowing that people find it engaging enough to read so much of... Second of all, thank you to all of you who've been reviewing and motivating me to continue. Seriously, it means so so so much! Thirdly, I do have an idea for a sequel. Hmmm? Yes, no, maybe? Let me know in a review! Thank you once again!