She & Him

Part 50: Cordial

Stepping back outside of Beatrice Grady's home- I feel slightly sick: as I have all morning for the last few days.

After Draco left the other day- sweet and selflessly offering support- I felt my whole body stir in a way it never had before.

He had told me it was my decision because it was my body.

Now a man has every right to stake claim to his unborn child. More often or not in these sort of situations many women find the men demanding what they believe should be done.

You will have this baby.

You won't have this baby.

You are going to give the baby up for adoption.

You have no right to say what happens to my child.

I expected it to be one of those if Draco ever took the chance to comment on the fetus growing inside me- and yet- he left everything up to me and extended an olive branch when he certainly didn't have too.

The two Aurors who have now become my personal guards- stand on either side of the door waiting patiently as they wait for me.

I never thought I would have guards- let alone two- to watch over and protect me.

But when you make yourself vulnerable for the entire world- especially when it's involving change- you take the precautions you need because you never know when there will be a radical idealist coming after you.

"Sorry to pull you away." I politely say as we stand on the steps. The new May sun making it's presences after months of being shut off from the world by grey clouds of rain.

"Oh...that's quite alright. We were simply watching the news and passing the time." He sweetly says and the three feet between us feels odd.

"She seems lovely." I gesture towards the front door and in the window I price her and the nursemaid watching us- until they catch my eye that is.

"Yeah, she's great. Something new everyday." I need to be vulnerable with him, but I can't do it. I can't bring myself to letting him close again. "You have some friends of your own I see."

"Yes...after everything- the Ministry and Parliament want to take precautions. Officially a government figure head— apparently there's need to be cautious."

"I would want nothing less- especially with some of the nutters out there- you know?" My body guns and shakes slightly.

"Right..."

It becomes awkwardly silent between us and he avoids my gaze.

"Care to take a stroll?" He finally speaks up and I look at the house. "She won't mind."

He offers his arm to me and Though I would enjoy refusing it to keep my wits- I can't. Walking down the steps, we turn left and the May birds chirp and fill the void between us.

"How are you feeling?" He nervously asks and I glance up at him and then back at the walk. The body guards meandering slowly behind us as we go- keeping their distance- but not as much as I'd like.

"Nauseous...always nauseous." He says nothing to this and I feel my insides twist.

"The reason I came to see you was to..." Nausea. A huge wave of Nausea.

Clutching his arm, I stop and clench my eyes shut. I try to focus on anything but the upset stomach inside me- but it seems fruitless.

"Accio bin." Draco says and flicks his wand to a bin down the street and it stops right in front of me. Leaning over the top of it, I release the build up so sickness and feel embarrassed as people pass us on the street, but Draco doesn't seem to take notice or care about them. With another flick of his wand, he conjures handkerchief from thin air and as I stand up, he gently dabs my face. "Better?"