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It had been three months since their wedding-anniversary and Alma'd had her period three times since. She'd been a bit sad every time and Lucius had kept saying it was okay, that it could take time and that she shouldn't feel bad about it. She still felt bad about it. But now her period was late. She didn't know if he had noticed, but he hadn't said anything. She was in one of the less used bathrooms and was fiddling around with her pee and potion she'd gotten from Sue. She was supposed to pour her pee in the potion and if it turned green, she was pregnant.

Holding her breath, she did it and then stared at the vial and stared. Slowly, it turned into and emerald green, and she felt tears in her eyes. She was pregnant. Finally!

-o0o-

Lucius had been at Hogwarts, mainly to talk to Snape. He'd run into Neville as well and they'd changed a few words. When he came home he found Alma in bed, sleeping. It had been three months since their anniversary, then it was the fuck-anniversary. That was at least on his top ten of the most amazing nights with her. Of the most amazing nights in his life. In fact, all the nights on his top twenty was with her, without a doubt.

Finding her sleeping in bed wasn't uncommon when he came home as late as he did that night, so he didn't think much about it. He checked what she'd left him on the desk, showered and then got in next to her.

He still couldn't believe it, the little seventeen year old scared girl had turned out to be the perfect wife, in every way there was. She was his friend, partner and the best fuck he'd ever had—all in one package. He kissed her neck and pulled her closer.

"I'm pregnant," she mumbled and turned around.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."

He claimed her mouth, kissed her hard and then rolled her over to her back and slid inside her. That felt like the only way he could control all those emotions inside him.

"I take it this is your approval of the news," she smiled as she wrapped her legs around him.

"It is." He kissed her again. "I love you, Alma. More than you can ever imagine."

-o0o-

The pregnancy proceeded as it should, and the first time he could actually feel her belly it was a rerun of when she told him she was pregnant—he fucked her and told her how much he loved her. Same when she said she could feel the baby move and then when he could feel it. It was so different from when Narcissa was expecting Draco. Not the same at all, he felt so much closer to Alma and the baby growing inside of her. It might be that age had changed him, but he also thought it simply was that he loved Alma in a way he'd never been close to love Narcissa.

Draco had taken her pregnancy rather well. He did think it was a bit funny that his dad would be a granddad before he had his second kid.

"So basically, my kid will be older than it's uncle or aunt?" Draco pointed out one night when they were sitting in the study.

"Yes." He looked at his son. "You're okay with all this?"

"Sure. She's really making you happy, isn't she?"

"She is."

"Strange..." Draco said and stared into the fireplace. "Must admit I didn't see that as even possible. Is she still helping you with work?"

"Yes. I tried to tell her to take it slow, I'm glad she wasn't holding a sword when I did. She would've just chopped my head off."

Draco laughed and then looked up when Alma and Astoria came walking inside. The two of them seemed to be closer, or at least civil these days. The fact that they both were pregnant had given them something they had in common and could talk about. They even shared a small hug before Draco and Astoria left.

"No mentioning of polluting the Malfoy blood this time?" he asked Alma and pulled her down in his lap. He stroked the small bump on her belly.

"No. She was quite nice. Gave me some tips about my heartburn."

"I asked Snape about that, too. He was going to get you some potions." He held her chin and gave her a kiss before looking at her breasts. They had been sore, so the nipple clamp games were out of questions, but she compensated that by having a very nice cleavage these days. He loved them. He'd always loved them, but he liked them a little more now. They were almost a handful. She nuzzled closer and rested her head on his shoulder, playing with his hair.

"My mom wanted us to come to dinner when we had the time. And I'm going to Neville and Hannah's next week, too."

"Okay." He still never came with her to those dinners and when they had them at Malfoy Manor he kept away. He wasn't anymore interested than the others to be around for it. "Just... don't overdo it. Try to take it easy."

"Don't be so worried. I'm doing fine and the baby is doing fine." She stroke her hand over the bump and took his hand.

They had sex that night. He took it more careful now, but they still had sex. It was a strange and powerful feeling to have sex with a woman pregnant with your child. And Alma was very, very horny and had been since the beginning of the second trimester. He liked spooning her, taking her from behind with his hand low on the bump, teasing the clit. He'd always thought she was beautiful, but now, with his second child inside of her, she took his breath away on a regular basis. Sometimes he choked up just watching her, standing by the desk, reading a parchment and absentmindedly stroking her stomach. He'd seen her doing just that a few days earlier and had been so full of emotions that he'd fucked her on the desk, kissing her like a mad man.

But that night he took her slowly from behind, kissing the side of her neck, whispering how beautiful she was. When they'd both cumed, she turned around and looked at him.

"Are we on D-names for this kid?"

They hadn't talked about names, not for any particular reason, they just hadn't.

"I don't know. Any star constellation would do for me. I'd like to keep that at least. Do you have any ideas?"

"No. Not really. Just wondered if you wanted to stick with the Ds or if you had some family names you wanted."

"We'll think of something. You need to rest, darling. Long day with meetings tomorrow."

He laid awake and felt her relax and fall asleep in his arms. He also felt the baby wake up inside of her and gently kick against his belly as in protest of him pushing into it.

He was woken up by Minni saying that Draco had sent an urgent message, informing him that he was the grandfather of a newborn boy.

-o0o-

He'd forced, forced, Alma to take it easy the last month of her pregnancy and to calm her down he'd hired a temporary assistant to take over some of her work. He didn't like that last part at all, but it was the only fucking way to get her to calm down. The assistant, Magda, was okay, at least he had thought so until she ran into an important meeting and he almost hexed her on the spot until she managed to speak.

"Alma, she's in labor."

No one objected to him leaving and they assured him that they'd re-schedule as soon as possible.

He'd had a room set up in the mansion for the birth. It had everything they might need and a midway and doctor were on call. When he ran into the room Alma was smiling and drinking juice from a glass with a straw. He halted and stared.

"Hi!" she said with a bit smile. "You look hysterical."

He laid down next to her. "You don't."

"It's not that bad yet and Nurse Gemma says she's got some good stuff for me when it gets worse. How did the meeting go?"

"Ehm, we rescheduled it." When she glared at him he sighed. "You're in labor, you really think I can focus on that when I know you're about to have our baby?"

"It was important."

"This is more important."

"This is going to take hours!"

"Woman! You are insane!" he laughed and gave her a kiss. "What is it with you Rawenclaws and stuff like this?"

"Ohhh. Rawenclaw," the nurse chuckled. "All about facts, logic and knowledge. Not surprised that you have one of those taking care of your business, they're good at that."

Suddenly Alma started to breathe funny and grabbed his hand. He wasn't sure what to do and simply laid there, holding her hand and now and then giving her small kisses on her forehead.

He hadn't been present when Narcissa had Draco. He'd only seen her when she was freshened up and had Draco in her arms. Alma'd said she wanted him with her and he was happy about that.

It took hours, not until long into the night did the nurse finally say that Alma could start to push. She was soaking in sweat, her eyes were red and face twisted in pain, but she was still so beautiful. She grabbed his hand and stared at him in panic.

"Stay with me."

"I will. You're so good, amazing."

Then she closed her eyes and pushed.

"Very good, honey," the nurse mumbled. "Harder! Push harder!"

She relaxed and took a few deep breathes. She opened her eyes again.

"I'm not that fond of you right now, but I still want you here."

"Okay," he laughed and gave her a kiss. "You're doing good."

"Like you'd know. You don't know shit about this."

"True, but I still think you're doing good."

Then she cramped again and started to push.

"Deep breath and push Alma!" The nurse yelled. "It's so close. Come on!"

And then she screamed, a horrible scream before she went completely lax and the next second he heard the baby scream.

"And we have a little girl," the nurse put the baby on Alma's chest. She was blond and when Alma started to cry he couldn't help it. He laughed. He had a baby girl and she was a beauty, just like her mother. He kissed Alma's temple and stroke his slightly bloody, little girl.

"She's perfect. You're so strong. So amazing! Look at her."

"She is!" Alma was still crying. "We have a baby girl! Lyra?" She looked at him. "How about Lyra?"

"Lyra," he tried and then smiled. "Yes. This is Lyra. I like it."

When Alma fell asleep later that night, he laid and looked at the perfect little girl sleeping next to her. Lyra. He had a baby girl named Lyra. Another star constellation. It was perfect. With the Malfoy-blond hair and her mother's eyes. So damn perfect it was ridiculous.