Chapter Four
“I’m going to kill you, Malfoy!”
Somehow time had slipped by without Rose noticing, and now three and a half months along she couldn’t take her eyes off the slight swell of her abdomen. It was barely noticeable unless you were looking for it, but Rose was looking-and now she couldn’t stop.
She stood in front of their full length mirror every day, inspecting herself for changes. Still throwing up, Rose tried not to go out for very long-instead she sketched, since paint fumes probably weren’t good for her. Scorp had taken all her paints and put them in boxes, knowing Rose would use them again in six months-so Rose sketched. And sketched. And sketched some more.
“Rose?” Scorp had come home to, once again, find Rose sketching. “Honey, is this healthy?”
Rose sniffed and got on her knees on the sofa “Of course not dearest husband, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”
“Yes, Rose.” Scorp just shook his head and plopped down beside her. She immediately snuggled close, Scorp’s arm wrapping protectively round her shoulder; they sat like this often, reading the paper of watching Muggle movies-Rose loved it more than anything. “Hey Red?” he asked, a slight nervous lilt in his voice.
“Mhhhmm?” Rose’s eyes were drooping closed, another random bout of tiredness washing over her.
“I think we should tell our parents soon.”
Rose no longer felt tired. Instead, she felt scared and slightly embarrassed “Do we have to?”
Nodding, Scorp smiled reassuringly down at her “You’ll be showing quiet a bit by Christmas, and that’s when we want to tell the whole family. I don’t want your Dad to kill me over Christmas dinner and damper the festive mood.”
“If he kills you, I’ll kill him and then bring you back to life. Then I’ll bring him back to life, too…I want our son to have a grandfather. Not that Draco won’t be a good grandfather, but-”
Chuckling, Scorp pecked her lips “I know Rose, Dad is…well, he’s not the most interactive man. Maybe he’ll be a better grandfather than father, yeah?”
“Maybe. I hope so.” Sighing, Rose fiddled with the hem of her sweater “Okay, we’ll tell them. This week, get it over with.”
“Who first then?”
“May as well get the worst over with,” sighed Rose as she reached for a quil and paper.
“Who’s that?”
“My father.”
If Rose’s father was going to fill her husband, then she wanted to be prepared to go down with him. Besides, she had a baby to take care of-Ron wouldn’t let her child be fatherless…even if it was a Malfoy.
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