Moving Forward (Drastoria Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Draco's POV: Scorpius' Birth/July 10th

I sigh still unable to fall back asleep despite the early morning hour and turn on my side to look at Astoria's peaceful expression leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. I gently tuck a lock of hair that has fallen across her face behind her ear letting my hand trail down her arm to stop and rest against the side of her thirty-seven week large baby bump. I rub my hand along her side and smile at the feel of the baby kicking against my hand as I lean down to press a kiss to my wife's stomach. I pull back to sit up against the headboard and rub my hands over my face running my fingers through my hair with a soft groan as I glance at the clock on my nightstand. I glance at the clock noticing that it's just after five in the morning and slowly get up from the bed careful not to jostle the bed too much grabbing my robe.

"At least you're resting..." I mutter quietly as I watch Astoria sleep for a moment her face visible in the soft glow of morning light just outside the windows before turning to leave our quiet bedroom and head downstairs to my office.

I leave one of the French doors open as I pull out my wand from my robe's pocket to light a fire in the fireplace off to the side of my desk and walk over to a table. I lift the lid of a crystal decanter filled with the amber liquid of one of my favorite scotches and pour myself a glass. I take a large gulp with a sigh and take both the glass and decanter with me to my desk sitting down in my leather chair. I tap the desk lamp with my wand to turn it on seeing the picture of my family on our wedding day from nearly a year ago and it still amazes me how happy each of us look. I sigh and take another gulp of the scotch sitting back as I think of how my world is about to change.

I place the glass down and open the drawer to take out the inventory journal knowing that there are various things I need to get done for before Astoria's due date in a couple weeks on the 22nd. I take out a self-inking quill to check off the items I know I have in stock in the back rooms at the shop and run my finger down the long list that covers various pages making note of things I need to order. I find a spare sheet of parchment to write down the ingredients I'll need letting my mind flood with the information about potions glad for the distraction from thinking about what's to come. I squeeze in a quick note at the bottom of the sheet to my stocker and sign my name before folding it up to put it in envelope to put with the Owl-Post later on in the morning. I close the inventory book and sit back in my seat turning my chair to watch the fire in the grate as my mind begins to wonder to the baby yet again.

What if this hurts our relationship? Are we even ready to be parents? How will we do this and work? What if we forget things that are supposed to come naturally? What if our son realizes that his father is a coward and was a part of a group of some of the darkest witches and wizards of the decade? What if my son hates me?

"You know as a Healer, I've been trained to sense patient's distress..." Astoria's sudden voice says cutting off the wild, incessant questions that I've asked myself repeatedly over the past six months and I turn my head to see her leaning on the doorframe.

"I'm not your patient." I say and get up from my comfortable chair to grab the decanter walking over to put it back in its place on a long table behind the leather couch that reminds me of the ones in the Slytherin Common Room. "You should be in bed asleep, love."

"As should you, my dragon." She says coming further into the room and brushes her hand against my back as she turns to lean on the arm of the couch closest to me. "What is it? What's bothering you?"

"Nothing, love. Come, let's go back to bed." I lie and my heart squeezes with guilt for not wanting to tell her, the love of my life, my doubts.

"Draco, you are forgetting that I know you better than anyone." She says and I sigh looking at her in a navy silk nightgown with her cream colored robe tied in a way that accentuates her baby bump. "I know that when you're upset or worried you have a hard time sleeping, which leads to either drinking or working too much and as of right now you are doing both so that means something is wrong. Not to mention the fact that it is barely six in the morning and you're drinking scotch."