AN: This story was written for two story challenges. Rose's quote in italics is from "The Big Bang Theory" and belongs to Penny and Scorpius' quote is from The Eleventh Doctor. "Harry Potter" belongs to JK Rowling, "The Big Bang Theory" belongs to Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady and finally "Doctor Who" belongs to Sydney Newman, Donald Wilson and C.E. Webber.
This was inspired by and is dedicated to my best friend's sister and her beautiful baby boy, who we are excited to meet in May! Happy reading!
"Rose! I'm home!"
I hear the front door closing and I groan. Just what I need. For him to see me like this. I prop my body on my elbows and make an effort to get up. I come crashing down on the bed so fast it makes my head spin. It had been like that since the morning. I woke up with every intention to get to work and instead found myself with my head in the toilet. It didn’t get any better as the day dragged on. I tried to nibble on some toast and when that didn’t stay down, I was sure it was stomach bug.
“Rose! What are you doing in bed at this hour?” he calls again and I sip on a bit of water to regain my voice.
“Scorpius! Don’t come in! I’m sick!”
“It’s okay, I’ve seen you in worse situations!” he jokes and I hear his footsteps on the stairs.
Idiot. Why on Earth did I marry that git? Because I love him and we’re happy. That’s it. I point my wand at the door and lock it, just moments before I see it turning from the other side.
“Rosie, c’mon! Open the door! If you’re feeling under the weather I’ll take care of you!” he says again, his voice gentle.
“No! Go away! I think I caught the flu. Or the plague!”
He laughs and I can hear his wand tapping on the handle. Great. He can use magic as well. I forgot about that.
“Rosie, don’t be like that. In sickness and in health. Remember what that old guy said at the wedding?”
“I wasn’t paying attention! I don’t know what you‘re talking about!” I insist and pull the covers over my head. I feel his weight on the bed next to me and a hand strokes my hair.
“If you’re feeling so bad, why don’t I take you to Mungo’s? You’ll feel better once you’ve taken something.”
“I took some Pepper-Up Potion!” I call from under my blanket, sounding very much like my five year old self.
“You know that potion isn’t for every magical or Muggle illness, right?”
“I also took some of that Muggle aspirin Mom makes us have around!” I lie and I can almost feel his eyes rolling at me from above.
“C’mon, we’ll get you dressed and have you see a Healer. You’ll feel better in no time!” he says and I feel him move away. I peek at him above my covers and there he is, all tall and blonde and pretty, rummaging through my closet and pulling out robes.
“That’s my side of the closet! Wear your own clothes, Malfoy!” I call and I see his shoulders shaking with laughter. I’m so happy he finds me amusing.
“You know, dear. That can’t be used as an insult, not anymore. You’re a Malfoy too.”
He does make a fair point. “I bet my Dad just chocked a little, when you said that.” I say with a smile.
“No, Ron loves me. You know he does!”
“He’d love to see less of you, I’m sure.”
“Why are you being so mean to me, when I want to help you?” he asks and places a robe at the foot of the bed. He leans in and kisses my nose and I make a face. I feel disgusting.
“I’m sick and you want to drag me out of bed!” I complain but smile nonetheless.
“You’ll be less sick if you listen to me and we get going! Don’t make me call your Mom!” he threatens and the simple mention of her name makes me push the covers off and get out of bed. The thought of her storming into my house and bossing me around, like she does with Dad, is scary for me, even though I’m almost thirty years old and I’ve been married for almost five years.
It takes me an eternity to clean myself up and look somewhat presentable. In the back of my mind I hope that Scorpius will get bored waiting for me and go to bed or go eat or something. Of course, with my luck, he’s patiently waiting in the bedroom and hands me my clothes. Could this be reasonable grounds for a divorce? Being an overly attached husband? Being sick makes me mean. Maybe going to Mungo’s isn’t such a bad idea, after all.
We Apparate in the waiting area and the smell of the place makes my stomach act up again. It’s something about hospitals, the smell of disinfectant and sterile environments. I can’t imagine how my brother, or anyone else for that matter, would choose to work here. My Mom did push me at one point to consider healing as a profession, but she backed off when I told her I wanted to follow into her footsteps and join law enforcement. Nothing works better than good old fashioned sucking up to the parents to get them off your back.
As I reminisce about the good old days, Scorpius takes care of the paper work and in no time at all, we’re in an examination room, waiting to see a Healer. He insists I lay down while we wait and starts pacing the room. I can tell he’s worried and something about his whole appearance makes him look like the boy I fell in love with.
We were friends in school and we got closer as time passed. It was a big shock for both our families. Well, for our fathers. Astoria and my Mom hit it off right from the start and they’ve become good friends while teaming up to plan my wedding for me. Yes, they did all the planning. I would’ve been perfectly happy with running off to the other side of the country and getting married. Instead, we got a big wedding, 500 guests, white wedding dress, the works. I’ve never seen more women weeping when I stepped out in that dress. People should really not do that at weddings. It makes the bride feel like she sprouted antlers.
Scorpius and I have a happy life together, though sometimes I know he feels like something’s missing. I guess I would feel the same way, if I hadn’t had the time to deal with it and make my peace with the whole situation.
My thoughts are interrupted by the Healer. A woman in her mid 50s, with a kind face.
“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?” we nod and she smiles at us. “What seems to be the problem?”
“I think I caught a bug or something. It’s probably no big deal, but my husband insisted I get checked out.”
“It’s for the better, Mrs. Malfoy. We need to examine you and give you the proper medication. You’ll be on your feet in no time!”
She makes me lay down on the bed and points her wand at me, muttering incantations and scribbling down notes. Finally, she puts the wand down and starts feeling my abdomen. I see the frown on her face and I start panicking a little. What if it isn’t a bug? What if I have to get my appendix removed? Or something bigger? I don’t want Healers poking around inside my body removing stuff!
“Mrs. Malfoy, when was your last period?” she asks after she finishes the exam, removing the rubber gloves from her hands.
I laugh at the question and shake my head, when suddenly my insides turn to ice. It’s March now. I had my period after the New Years. I expected it in February before Valentine’s Day. It’s the middle of March.
“It was in January.” I tell her and glance at Scorpius, who is looking at me with wide eyes.
“Well, then, I guess we found the answer to your stomach bug. Nothing that won’t go away in 8 months or so.” she says with a big smile on her face and I’m just about ready to run screaming for the hills.
“Madam Healer, I don’t mean any offence, but, we, I mean, I… I can’t have children.” I’m not letting Scorpius out of my sight and his face is heartbreaking. Yes, I had made my peace with that. But he hasn’t. Not yet. Suddenly, I regret my attitude from before. Of course he’s overprotective. We’re all the family we’ll ever have. “I found out when I was 17. Something about a hostile uterus.” I mutter and the woman smiles sadly.
“I guess I’ll have to run a few more tests then.“ she says and brings out a Muggle needle attached to a small tube. The blood test isn’t as painful as I expected it to be, but then again, I have more pressing matters on my mind. She takes forever to leave the room, promising us to return shortly with the results.
We sit in silence for a while. Finally, Scorpius stops pacing and turns to look at me.
“Honey, I’m sorry. About that. I know you don’t like talking about it.”
He manages a small smile and takes a seat next to me on the exam room table.
“Look Rose. I’m not sad that you’re not pregnant. I knew about it from the start and I don’t expect it to happen. I’m worried that something’s wrong, though. I want you to be okay. We’ve talked about this. As long as we have each other, we’ll figure the rest out. We have adoption, we have options.“ he say and takes my hand.
My mind goes back to the moment I told him. I was so scared about losing him, though I knew in my heart I couldn’t ask him to make this sacrifice for me. When he didn’t go away, that’s when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And here we were, after more than a decade, facing this once again. I wrap my arms around him and he kisses the top of my head. Our moment is interrupted by the Healer, who is back with some papers in hand. I grip Scorpius’ hand and he grips back. At least I don’t have to face the news, whatever it is, alone.
“Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy. I have some very good news for you. It appears you are indeed expecting a child. We’ll get you up for a check-up and see what we can do.” she says and I feel like she just dropped a bomb on me. I start feeling light-headed and force myself to breathe. Next to me, Scorpius is in shock. I try to read his face, but it’s just a blank canvas.
The Healer takes us two floors above to the maternity ward or whatever it’s called. I have to focus. I have to get it together. I need my Mom. What are we going to do? I thought it was impossible for me to get pregnant. Will I be able to carry it to term? I notice I’m sweating and wipe my brow with the back of my hand. More Healers. More paperwork. Everything is just passing in a blur and I don’t know how to react. Scorpius hasn’t let go of my hand and I smile a little.
We go in the new exam room and I settle myself for the echography. It’s a Muggle device I’ve seen before and my Mom explained the basics to me, so I know that soon enough, we’ll be seeing an image of what’s going on inside my belly. The new Healer introduces herself as Healer Matthews and I just realize I didn’t think to ask the first Healer’s name. I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.
The gel is cold against my skin and I shudder a little, but I grit my teeth and stay quiet. I feel my heart beating against my ribcage like it’s trying to make a run for it. I know the feeling. I’d love to be able to do the same.
Suddenly, the heartbeat starts sounding strange and I turn to look at Healer Matthews. I think I’m having a heart attack. Or some other kind of heart condition. I’m pretty sure heart attacks don’t come with a soundtrack. Scorpius is looking at the small black and white screen with a look of joy I’ve never seen and I’m suddenly aware of what the sound represents. My baby’s heart. Beating so wildly like it’s willing the baby to live.
The Healer has a smile on her face and instinctively I mirror it.
“The baby’s looking very good. You can hear the good, strong heartbeat. We kind of adapted the system so that we can hear it early on, that way we get to catch any problems in time. Not that there is a problem here!” she quickly adds when she sees my terrified look. “We pulled your records from your other visits here, to see what your medical history was and from what we can see, the baby is doing fine. With weekly check-ups I see no reason why you shouldn’t be able to carry the baby to term. Congratulations Mrs. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy!”
Scorpius is looking at her like he’s never seen another person before in his life and I know he’s trying to find his words. Finally, he just nods and resumes looking at the picture that’s frozen on the screen.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” the Healer says. “We’ll keep in touch, I’ll leave all the information with the file you take home.” she adds and leaves the room, smiling at me.
When we’re alone, Scorpius finally looks at me. I guess I’m a mess. I feel like a mess but I know that I shouldn’t be. I’m having a baby. Scorpius’ baby. My hand reaches out and touches my stomach and suddenly Scorpius is next to me, holding his hand on top of mine, with a look of awe in his eyes.
“What are we going to do?” I whisper.
“We’re going to have a baby, Rose. Our own little baby, a part of me and you. And he will be perfect!” he says and smiles.
“But how can this happen? How can we do this, it’s so unexpected. I’m not sure we’re ready.”
He kneels beside the bed and takes my hand in his.
“The Universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. This is our miracle, Rose. We can embrace this and be grateful for it.”
I feel the tears coming on and they start pouring down my face. He wipes them away and kisses me.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Rosie.”
“Scorpius. We’re going to have a baby!” I say and for the first time, I feel the happiness swell up inside of me. “A baby! Our baby!”
“The Moms are going to have a field day planning the baby shower.” he tells me and our laughter fills the room.
We’re going to do this, together. And it will be the best adventure of our lives.