Chapter 1

"You're pregnant?" Scorpius stuttered for what seemed like the fifth time.

"Yup," Rose said and turned on her heels to head for their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Blaring music with the erratic stringing of instruments suddenly filled Scorpius' ears, and he just stared at the spot where she had been standing. His eyes shifting to the door of their bedroom- the source of the rock music being played.

The color began to return to his face. "Pregnant," he repeated in a whisper.

Unable to move his eyes off their bedroom door, he couldn't let the conversation end like that. So he headed towards the sound of the music, opened the door, and was immediately met with an overwhelming volume of loudness that made it impossible to think.

His eyes crossed the room; taking in the chaotic scene. On the bed was an open suitcase with a pile of wadded clothes that had been hurriedly shoved in seconds before. He looked to the figure beside the suitcase. Rose wasn't folding clothes or rushing around to pack any last minute items that one might forget. Instead, she was sat on the edge of the bed with her back hunched over so that her chest was in her lap. Rose's hands were roughly clamped over her eyes, and her body shook profusely. Scorpius noted how she didn't even know that he was standing in the room with her. Waving his wand to the stereo, the music turned off, and Scorpius' ears rang with a sharp high pitched buzz that made him feel that the silence was more deafening.

Rose didn't look up, or speak. She remained in her cradled position. Her body, in a continuous motion, softly rocked back and forth as she sobbed quietly into her hands.

Scorpius took a heavy breath and walked over to her. Pushing the suit case away, he sat down beside her and placed a timid hand gently on her back. "Are you sure you're pregnant?" he asked, trying to not seem insensitive but at the same time wanting to clarify the answer.

Rose could barely nod. She reached forward- keeping her face buried into her chest- and grabbed a white plastic stick off her night stand, and handed it to him. Scorpius looked at the tiny pink plus sign in disbelief and amazement. A warmness began to fill his stomach and spread through his chest. Scorpius' mind had gone completely blank from the conversation they had had minutes ago. The only thing he could think about was that he was going to be a father; and for a slight second he was happy. That was until he looked down to his sobbing wife, who was perched beside him, and the happiness faded and was replaced by guilt. How could he be happy when Rose was so sad? He curled his arm further around her back and tried to pull her in to comfort her, but Rose wouldn't move.

"Please, just leave me alone," she said in pleading voice that was muffled by her hands and tears.

"Rose." Scorpius tried, his hand still on her back. Rose sniffled and turned her face to look up to him. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, making her brown irises look darker. Her face was a bright shade of red and her cheeks were shiny from being coated in tears. But the worst part was the expression she gave to him. Scorpius thought watching Rose cry over her father was the saddest he'd seen her, but nothing compared to the way she was looking at him now. Her lips couldn't even stay closed from how badly she wanted to keep crying, and the expression of her eyes were begging him to leave. She was struggling to continue looking at him, and she finally had to turn her head back into her hands. "Please just go away," she gasped.

Scorpius didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay there until she stopped. But he knew that this was his fault, and because of that she wasn't going to stop until he left.

It was late in the morning for Rose's standards. Just past eight with the sun gleaming in through her bedroom window, and yet, Rose had not made an attempt to get of bed. She remained laying on her side staring at the empty spot where Scorpius would usually be laying. There was no desire in her to get up and begin the day, instead she remained still blinking her red rimmed eyelids open and closed, taking in their burn. Rubbing her fingers over them, Rose could feel the dry crusted tears from the hours before break apart and crumble.

There was the soft padding of footsteps coming towards her, the sound of a ceramic mug being lowered onto wood, and a sigh from Scorpius as he gently moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside Rose. Rose closed her eyes, and kept them closed. On some level she knew that Scorpius wouldn't believe that she was asleep, but he endured her anyways. Tenderly stroking the back of his hand down her arm leaving her hairs to stick up. His fingers brushed up the same path making their way past her shoulder, then her neck and cheek, which is where he stopped. His touch curved, and the soft cool skin of his knuckles smoothed her hair out of her face.

He slowly bent forward and pressed his forehead to her temple. The tip of his nose brushed against the brim of her ear. The hand that was caressing her face had moved back to her arm where it mimicked the same position. Rose squeezed her eyelids tightly together, not daring to look at him. The sound of his warm breaths filling her ears and ripping through her chest. Quickly Rose opened her mouth and breathed in a cool breath of air, which was impossible to swallow.

"Rose," he whispered, his fingers beginning to travel again. This time they went past her own hand and paused at her stomach; carefully making their way down to her lower abdomen. "Please talk to me." He said, reaching his intended destination and spreading his hand flat against the part of her body where Rose was carrying their child.

Rose opened her eyes and breathed in shallowly. "I don't know what to say," she said with a scratchy voice that felt as though it hadn't been used in years.

"Anything," Scorpius urged patiently. "You're pregnant," he said, and pushed his palm tighter into her stomach. His thumb searching for the hem of her shirt so that he could brush her skin.

The intimate moment was so unbearable, that Rose found hard to breathe. She rolled onto her back, forcing his hand to pull away and looked up to his hurt expression. "Is that your coffee or mine?" she asked.

Scorpius moved to prop himself up and stared down to her. "Mine," he answered defeated, but reached to hand her the cup anyways. He didn't dare to try and touch her again.

Rose pushed herself into a sitting position, and brought her knees up into her chest. Taking the coffee she took a slow sip while feeling Scorpius' unmoving gaze on her.

"Should you be drinking that?" he asked in as much of a normal tone as he could manage.

The brim of the cup was already pressed to her lips. She paused and stared up to him. "Probably not, but considering everything that I have been through in the last twelve hours, I don't think this is a good day for me to give up coffee as well." She took a sip from her mug and mumbled, "Tomorrow."

Scorpius wasn't in position to argue with her. Turning he balance his elbows on his knees and stared at the lines in the wood of their floor. "How is your dad?"

Rose choked on her current sip. Clearing her throat, she placed the mug on the bedside table. "Alive, I think." She stated.

Scorpius looked at her from the corner of his eye. "What do you mean you think?"

"Well I was under the impression that he hated me, so when he woke up I ran." Rose said awkwardly.

Scorpius bowed his head and stared at his hands. "I'm sorry," he said solemnly.

Rose wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder or rub his back. She wanted to comfort him because she knew that his guilt was eating away at him, but she also knew that if she made the slightest move towards him then everything inside of her would fall apart. The fact was that she loved him more than anything else and knowing that even with all that love he still didn't trust her… it was killing her.

"I have to get ready for work." She diverted her eyes and stared straight ahead of her.

Scorpius looked up to her and saw the blankness of her expression. "Rose, I'm sure Cornell would understand if you took the day off."

Rose continued to stare ahead and shook her head. "Scorpius, I don't want to take the day off," she said and moved to get out of bed; leaving Scorpius behind.

It was midafternoon, and with the exception of talking to Cornell in his office, Rose had not left her desk. She had already completed three of her work files, and she was hoping to have at least six done by the end of the day. When she got on a roll she didn't want to stop and at the moment focusing on her previous cases was better than letting her mind wander. So she stayed put. Scorpius brought by a chicken salad wrap when it was time for lunch, to which she said thank you and continued on with her work.

Rose had just finished summarizing her role in her Donald May case when she felt a figure hovering behind her. Pretending not to notice she closed the file and reached for a new one, waiting for the person to speak.

"So you're knocked up?" Matt asked bluntly.

Rose lowered her quill and swiveled around in her chair. Sighing, she looked up to him with a snarky smirk. Matt had his arms crossed and his eyes raised curiously as he tried to gauge her mood. "What a lovely way of putting it," She stated, turning back around and picking up her quill again.

Matt chuckled as he walked around to his desk. Taking a seat he continued to keep his eyes on her. "You seem to be in a chipper mood," he said sarcastically.

Rose continued to write her report, bearing her quill so hard into the paper that it ripped, causing ink to leak on to her desk. "I've had a lot going on," she said dropping her quill down and reaching for her wand to clean up the mess.

"Scorpius not happy?" Matt inferred.

Rose put her wand back in her drawer. "No, he's-" Rose wasn't sure how Scorpius felt about the baby. In light of everything that had been going on they hadn't really talked about it. Although, judging by the way he was touching her that morning Rose could assume that he was a lot happier about it than she was. "He's fine with it," she mumbled. "It's other things." She focused back down on her folder, only to jerk her head back up to Matt. "Wait how do you even know?"

Matt leaned back in his chair. "I'm a genius," he announced simply, to which Rose rolled her eyes, causing Matt laugh and tell the truth. "Well Cornell had to tell me that my partner wasn't going to be on field duty for the next nine months."

"Seven," Rose corrected.

Matt narrowed his eyes to Rose for missing the point. "I digress. For an extended amount of time that is longer than three months, which means that an alternate partner must be brought in to take over the position," recited Matt as though he had memorized the policy from the Auror Handbook. "Or something like that."

"Well I'm sure you'll manage." Rose met Matt's eyes and could tell he wanted to say more, but thankfully didn't.

She was about to continue on with her work when she heard "I'm looking for Rose Weasley or Malfoy," being said by a voice she wished she hadn't heard.

"I'm over here Hugo," she said turning back around in her chair and staring at her brother, who was talking to one of the Auror trainees, a few feet away.

Hugo moved to walk towards her, but Rose shook her head and stood up; going over to him instead. Tugging him by the sleeve of his shirt, Rose pulled him into the stair well-away from the rest of the office. "Is everything alright?' she asked, trying not to explicitly say has dad died.

Hugo looked floored to have been asked such a question. "You left?" he whispered angrily.

Rose released a quick breath of air. "I was confused," she said calmly. "And I had to deal with some things."

Hugo waved his hand erratically in front of him. "You had some things to deal with," he repeated non-sympathetically. "Damn it, we all have stuff to do. We didn't anticipate for dad to get sick either, but he did. And I'm sorry if that is inflicting on your life but-"

"Are you here just to scold me?" Rose asked in a tired voice; leaning against the wall and crossing her arms.

Hugo's eyes looked outraged. "Do you seriously not care?"

"I care," Rose said quickly in a harsh voice.

"Yeah, well, you have a way of showing it," he mumbled bitterly.

Rose lowered her eyes to the ground. "Hugo please, what are you doing here?"

Hugo leaned on the opposite wall, mimicking her position. "We need you to come home."

Rose's head shot up with a wild expression. "Say what?"

"Rose I know you have your life, but-" Hugo paused. "I have a baby to take care of, and mum has a job that refuses to leave her alone, even if her husband is in the hospital sick, and she has taken medical leave." Hugo's gaze softened as though he hated to admit that he wasn't able to be the solid rock of the family. "This is affecting all of us, and me and mum we cannot do this alone." He took a step towards his sister. "We need help."

The two siblings stared down at each other. Rose was taking short breathes that were making her feel unstable. She gripped her hand against the railing and listened to Hugo say, "I know that you have a job Rose."

"Actually, I'm off field duty for a while," she said quickly without even thinking.

She waited a moment before actually looking at Hugo. He didn't ask why, in fact Rose was sure that the question to why hadn't even crossed his mind. "Rose, we're all scared, but please don't make us go through this alone." Only Hugo's eyes could go from outrage to completely sincere in less than a second. "Please come home."

Rose closed her eyes at the question. Hugo had rarely asked her for anything, but he was asking her for this; and maybe that was why she said, "Alright."

On the way home Scorpius had picked up groceries. Rose had barely spoken to him all day, and when he waited for her after work she had already gone. He knew that he messed up, but at the same time, he hated the way she was treating him. This was supposed to be joyous time in their lives. They were expecting a child, and he wanted to be happy about it, but Rose wasn't letting him. She was barely looking at him, and Scorpius had to admit if he knew that she was pregnant he would have never had told her that he didn't trust her. Regardless, he figured it was best to let Rose cool down some and give her the space she wanted.

When he walked in through the front door Rose was already home. She was sitting in a large chair with her legs crisscrossed, and a folder in her lap. Scorpius made a little extra noise as he entered so that Rose couldn't pretend to have not heard him.

"I didn't see you leave the office earlier," He said, walking over to the kitchen counter and lowering the bag of groceries.

Rose scratched her forehead, but kept her eyes focused on her folder. "I left early," she said, in a shaky voice.

Scorpius began to dig around the bag and place apples, carrots, and lettuce in the fridge. Once he reached the bottom of the bag he grabbed the last item- a box of Berti Botts Every Flavor Beans- and headed over to Rose.

"Picked these up for you," he said putting the package on the table in front of her.

For the first time that evening Rose lifted her head and stared at the box of sweets. He was trying the best he could to smooth everything over, but a box of candy wasn't going to do that. Staring at it she looked up to him and his worried expression, only to quickly look down and cover her eyes with her hands. "Scorpius, I have to go to London for a while." Her voice was dry, already knowing what his first reaction was going to be.

Scorpius' posture stiffened, as he crossed his arms and towered over her. "When?" he asked sharply.

Rose lowered her eyes to the ground, and it was then that Scorpius noticed the packed bag that was sitting on the floor beside her chair.

"So that's it then." He whipped around, unable to look at her, and walked to the breakfast bar, where he rested his hands. "You're not even going to discuss this with me?" He didn't even try to hide the edge in his voice.

"Scorpius I-" she tried, but Scorpius was too angry to hear her out.

"This is what I'm talking about." He yelled.

Rose's nervous looked disappeared and she bolted up. "Don't be angry at me," Rose spat.

"It's hard not to be when you make it impossible for me to trust you." Scorpius slammed his palms into the bar.

"And is me staying here, never leaving your side, going to make you trust me?" Rose said in a voice that was a mixture of anger and hurt.

Scorpius turned around and stormed over to her. "YES!" he shouted. "IT WILL!"

Rose stumbled back and closed her eyes. She could hear his deep breathing and listened as it calmed. She opened her eyes, and stared at him with as steady of look that she could manage. "I can't stay," she said as reasonably as she could. "If I don't he is going to think I don't love him, or care about him." She looked down. "They all are."

"So you're choosing your family again," Scorpius snarled. "What does this mean for us, are you not even going to try and fix us?" He wasn't thinking in his right mind. It was as though his worst fears were coming to true, and he just wanted to get even. "Do you want to get a divorce? Fine by me, If you don't want to make this work than neither do I."

Rose slapped him. "Are you out of your mind?" She hissed, staring at him as he rubbed the red impression of her hand on his cheek. She reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist yanking it towards her. "A divorce is the last thing I want." She gripped his hand tighter and waited for him to understand that. His eyes that were full of rage began to soften into the eyes that she was familiar with. The ones that belonged to the man she was in love with.

"Then stay with me," he pleaded in a whisper. He raised his free hand to cup her cheek and pull her closer to him.

His touch alone almost made Rose forget about everything that had happened. It almost made her say yes, but when she blinked her eyes and stared up to him, her insides began to tremble and she swore it felt like her heart was being ripped out of his chest. "I can't," she repeated weakly. "Even if my father wasn't sick, I couldn't stay here." Rose raised her own hand and wrapped it around the back of his neck. "I need time away from you, because not only do you not trust me, but I don't trust you." Her voice choked. "Looking at you, being in the same room with you is killing me, do you not get that?" she pleaded with him to understand.

Scorpius bent his forehead down and pushed it against hers. "What do I have to do?" he said, closing his eyes and taking in her breathing.

There was a part of Rose that never wanted to let go of this man, but there was another part of her that thought if she didn't let go soon, then she would die in his arms. "Merlin, I love you blindly," she said more to herself. Sniffling she tugged her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "We were idiots to think that we could just pick up where we left off six years ago." Scorpius opened his eyes to search for a meaning. "You have to trust me, that's what you can do."

Scorpius shook his head not wanting to accept her decision to leave. "And how am I supposed to do that with you gone?"

"By trusting me when I say that I am coming home. By believing me when I tell you that I love you, and I do intend on spending the rest of my life with you." Rose gave a sad smile. "I can't make you trust me. You have to do that on your own." Lowering her hand, Rose pulled away from him and bent down to pick up her bag.

"And what about the baby?" Scorpius asked to the floor.

Rose straightened her posture and flung the bag onto her shoulder. "I'll tell you when I have appointments, and I expect you to be there for them."

Scorpius nodded but refused to watch her as she walked into their fireplace. Listening as she picked up the floo powder, he gave a quick glance to her and asked, "Do you promise that this isn't going to be forever?"

Rose gave an uncertain smile. "I made my choice Scorpius, and I'm not changing my mind. I'll wait for you, as long as it takes, and the second that you figure out how to get over this, I will come home, but that means that you have to actually figure it out." She tightened her grip on the floor powder in her hand. "So, I guess that means the answer is up to you." And she let the powder drop to the ground.

A/N: Before you hate me and disagree with my choice, please understand that for them to be strong Scorpius has to see that Rose can leave and come back. If Rose just stayed then it would almost be like he was trapping her and that it not what I want. The distance between them isn't going to be long and just because she is gone doesn't mean that she is going to cut him out of her life again. So please have a little faith. That being said do you think she is justified in leaving? Let me know what you think.