Everything's Not Always Okay (Scorbus) (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Healing

Albus' P.O.V

I was finally released from the hospital and we settled in the kitchen at home. Papa and Draco stayed with us, helping us getting settled. I had fallen into a state of lethargy. I was tired and I was upset. I had lost my baby, it was my fault. I was the one who was holding it, maybe if I did something different, my baby would still be alive.

"You alright?" Scorpius' voice rang in my ears.

"Hmm, yeah." I said glumly.

"You're spacey."

"I'm tired." I told him and he gave me a sad smile.

"How about you eat something?" He suggested and I shook my head. I was rubbing my eyes and yawned.

"Not hungry."

"Come on Al, you haven't eaten today." Papa said and I sniffled.

"Something small." I agreed and they nodded. Papa whipped up some soup and then allowed me to eat it with crackers. I ate slowly as Scorpius squeezed my hand.

"Salem, do you wanna come to the store with poppop and me? Scorpius asked.

"Can we get French fries?" He asked widening his big blue eyes. I gave a small smile and I heard Scorpius huff.

"It's not spoiling baby." I told him. "Yes you can but you have to bring me home some." I said and Salem smiled.

"Okay!" He said and then shot up like a bullet. "I'll go get ready." He said and then walked away. I smiled and turned to Scorpius. He gave a sad smile and kissed me gently.

"Will you be okay?" He asked and I nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'll probably just be sleeping or resting when you're gone."

"Okay." He said and then got up. He kissed my head as Papa slipped into the chair across from me. "We'll be back later." He said. He disappeared with Draco down the hall leaving me and my father alone.

"How are you really doing Al?" He asked and I just shook my head.

"I-It's my fault isn't it?" I asked.

"No. You know that's not the case."

"M-maybe I did s-something wrong?"

"There was nothing you can do." He told me. He grabbed my hands from across the table and squeezed them. "Al, I know how hard this is."

"W-when you lost the f-first baby, h-how did you feel?" I asked and he frowned a little.

"Well I was a lot like you." He told me. "I wanted to stay away. But it was my fault. My baby died because of my stress levels. I didn't mean to be too stressed but it happened."

"You couldn't have k-known." I let out a sob.

"Shh relax." He started rubbing his thumb over my hand. "Don't cry."

"I-I just f-feel that I-I should have done something."

"You're going to feel that for a little." He told me and I squeezed my eyes shut. I let the tears fall freely and I sniffled. "Al, it's going to be okay."
"Y-you got a s-second c-chance." I cried. "Y-you had E-ebony and P-phoenix." I placed my head on our hands and started to sob. "I-I don't. I-I c-can't."

"Al second chances are all over." He told me and I sniffled collecting myself. I looked up at him. "You have two beautiful children the place and they're really good kids. You can always adopt if you want another baby." He said and my green eyes bore into him.