July 2011
Wizarding Manhattan, New York
Thursday Morning

Lyra buried her face in Draco's shoulder and let the pain wrack her body. He murmured reassurances into her sweat soaked hair and pressed the heel of one of his hands hard on her lower back like Ginny had showed him.

She had been in labor for approximately a thousand years and was surely going to die. In between a set of contractions, Draco had asked her to describe what it felt like and she told him that it felt like the Cruciatus curse localized to her stomach and crotch. The Cruciatus was actually preferable because it battered all parts of the body equally, she'd informed him.

After it passed, she let him lay her down and tried to catch her breath. Draco ran his hand in soothing circles over her swollen belly and studied her flushed face. He cast a cooling charm over her and she mumbled appreciatively to him before letting her eyes drop closed.

Astoria had preferred to labor alone, but Lyra wanted him right there. He stayed with her until the midwife asked him to step out for delivery. He leaned anxiously on the wall in the hallway, heart clenching painfully with every one of her screams. It felt like ages had gone by and it took him everything he had not to break the door down to sate his desperate need for reassurance that she was safe. He'd just thrown himself miserably into a chair when Lyra gave a particularly terrifying shout and his entire body tensed in fear. He doubled over in relief when he heard their baby give its first cry.

He paced tirelessly outside the door until they let him back in. He rushed over to the end of her bed and stood frozen for a moment, stunned by the sight of her. She was beautifully flushed and her loose delivery gown was slipped off one shoulder. She was cradling a tiny bundle of blankets to her exposed breast and he could just make out a disheveled mess of black hair. The blankets shifted gently and he saw a little pink hand reach up and grip onto Lyra's skin.

"See something you like there, Frog?" His wife asked him, sounding quite smug.

He was incapable of speaking so he dumbly shuffled over to her side and sat on the bed facing her...them. He looked at Lyra and raised his eyebrows in question.

"Our daughter," she informed him.

He tried to swallow the lump rising in his throat and raised his hand to gently cradle the baby's head. Her hair felt like the softest down and she was making contented little sounds as she fed from her mother.

"How are you, sweetheart?" He asked Lyra, reaching up to cup her cheek.

"Never again," she deadpanned.

He smirked handsomely at her.

"And why would we need to? We already have two perfect children. Our work here is done. Not that you did any of said work, you bastard," she quipped.

He leaned in and kissed her, licking the salt from her top lip.

"I love you," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you too, baby," she replied, beaming up at him. "Now what do you want to name this kid? Scorpius has predictably suggested Scorpius, which I think is ill-fitting because she's a girl and it would get so confusing at dinner. Your thoughts?"

He laughed. "I'm not sure. I think we should get to know her a bit first, don't you?"

She looked down at their daughter. "Yeah, you're probably right. See what she's all about. Right now, she's all about boobs, which I will assume she gets from you."

After feeding her, Lyra handed the baby off to Draco and promptly fell asleep. Draco wandered over to the window seat and settled in to study his daughter's face. Lyra's hair and natural pout with his nose and high cheekbones. She was a perfect little blending of their features. They already had an inkling that she would have Draco's icy gray eyes because Lyra's wedding ring had changed color to alert her of her pregnancy and had turned the same shade. She was going to be absolutely beautiful, he could tell.

"My daughter," he said aloud to himself. She stirred in her blankets and cracked an eye at him. She regarded him with suspicion and he smiled. "That's alright, love. You really can't be too careful these days. I'm your daddy." That seemed an acceptable response to her because she fell immediately back to sleep.

He held her close until she woke and started to fuss, then he stood and danced around with her a bit to comfort her. He glanced over and saw Lyra watching him with a small smile on her face. "I can take her, baby. You probably have about infinity owls to send, I'd imagine," she joked.

He looked down at his little girl and knew that didn't want to put her down for a second. Maybe ever.

"That will be a very interesting set of photographs when she leaves for school," his wife pointed out, reading his thoughts.

"I know," he replied. He pressed a kiss to his daughters nose and handed her off to her mother, who cooed at her sweetly before settling her in on her chest.

July 2011
Wizarding Manhattan, New York
Thursday Evening

"She's so small," Scorpius remarked, snuggling deeper into his stepmother's side as he regarded his baby sister.

"Yeah, but you like her though right? I mean, I can't just put her back," Lyra informed him, planting a loud kiss on the top of his head.

Scorpius reached out and let the baby grip on to one of his fingers. She was looking up at him like she thought he was pretty interesting. He shrugged. "I like her," he confirmed. "She's cute, but all she does is eat and sleep. She's like a little bear," he observed.

Lyra tilted her head and looked up at her husband.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and nodded. "I think it fits, yeah."

"What fits?" Scorpius inquired.

"You named the baby," Lyra informed him proudly.

"You mean little bear?" He asked.

"Ursula. It means bear," Lyra explained.

"What's her middle name? Can it be after gran? I think she'd like that," Scorpius added.

Lyra mused. "I think that's very nice. What do you think, baby?" She asked, looking over to Draco.

"I love it," he replied.

November 2011
Wizarding London, England
Saturday Afternoon

Thanks to her grandmother, Ursula Narcissa Malfoy had one hell of a dedication ceremony. Lyra had never seen so many charmed doves in her whole damned life. Caelum and Gretchen were honored as godparents and Ursa got more presents than any four month old child should ever have. It was ludicrous, and very sweet.

Lyra had taken a respite from the festivities to tend to Preston Nott's skinned knee and had just walked back into the party with the little boy in her arms.

"Thanks, little-bit," Theo said to her as she handed him his son. "He has a penchant for flesh wounds."

Lyra ran her fingers through Preston's whispy blonde hair as he sucked his thumb. "He likes adventure," she noted. "Which is fine, when you do it where daddy or mummy or Auntie Lyra can see you, yes?" She said to the boy who smiled deviously at her.

Speaking of devious, she scanned the crowd further until she found Draco. She took a step towards him before she froze, realizing what he was doing. He was sitting at a table, holding their daughter, just talking to Harry Potter. No wands, no fists, no impending signs of battle. That's something you don't see every day, she told herself.

October 2015
Wizarding London, England
Friday Afternoon

"Momma, I want to go to the park."

"Ok, baby."

"I want a biscuit."

"That's fine. You can have one."

"I want Scorpius."

Lyra looked up from her MCUSA case report and frowned at her daughter. Scorpius had left for Hogwarts six weeks earlier and it was all she could talk about. She wanted to know where he was, what he was doing, if he had anybody there to give him hugs and if he remembered her.

Ursa loved her big brother. She thought he was the end-all authority on just about everything. Scorpius adored her and enjoyed being the only person, aside from Draco, who could talk her into surrender when she went on a tear. Lyra was useless at it, primarily because she and her daughter were exactly the same person.

"Do you want to write him a letter? I'll help you," she offered.

Ursa thought about it for a moment. "No," she said very resolutely.

"Come here," Lyra said, dropping her quill and opening her arms to her.

Ursa climbed into her mother's lap and snuggled into her spot on her shoulder.

"I miss him too, baby," Lyra confessed. She did. Draco had caught her crying secretly in the bathroom about it just a few weeks prior. It was a Wednesday. They always had Scorpius on Wednesdays. Lyra had forgotten he was gone and got him some crumble-crusts from her mother before coming home from work only to realize that he wouldn't be there.

She sighed and Ursa started to cry. Lyra wrapped her up in her arms and rocked to soothe her, trying not to cry herself. It broke her heart. "Oh, sweetie," she cooed.

The floo came to life and Draco stepped out, looking for his girls. He frowned in concern when he saw Lyra holding his daughter who was crying.

"What happened?" Draco asked.

Lyra opened her mouth to explain, but Ursa turned to him and took the lead. "Daddy, Momma and me miss Scorpius and we need to see him right away," she said matter-of-factly in between her sniffles. Lyra smiled at him above her head and pressed a kiss to her baby's black hair.

"Is that so," Draco said, removing his jacket.

"Yes it is," Ursa replied confidently, going full Malfoy.

Draco heard the floo roar behind him and he smiled and looked back. "Scorpius, you've got a couple of birds here dying to see you," he said to his son who was emerging into the living room adjusting his green tie.

"What?" Scorpius asked, looking up a moment before he was rendered temporarily deaf by an ear-splitting squeal of glee from his sister who flew into him so quickly that she nearly knocked him over with the force of her hug.

"Up up up!" She then said to him reaching her arms out.

He smiled and picked her up. "You alright, little bear?"

"You remember!" She squeaked, grabbing both of his cheeks excitedly.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Of course I do. Noisy thing like you is hard to forget."

Ursa made several especially loud noises to get his goat and then launched into her tale of everything that had happened to her since she'd seen him last. Everything. He set her on the couch and sat next to her trying to keep up with her all of her stories.

"Scorpius," Lyra said gently to him, stealing his attention away from the little one.

He jumped to his feet and walked into her embrace.

Lyra wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and buried her nose in his white hair. "You alright kiddo? Nobody's being mean to you? Anybody I have to hex the eyeballs out of? You know that you can always go to the headmistress, she's the best..."

"Gods, you're almost as bad as my mother," he said with a smile, squeezing her a little tighter.

"Your mother is a good egg," Lyra protested, rubbing her cheek on his head.

"You're a good egg too," he informed her.

She pulled back from him, taking his pale face in her hands. "Thanks, spider monkey," she quipped, before leaning in to rain kisses on his forehead while he tried (not very hard) to wiggle away.

He spent the afternoon on the couch wedged in between his stepmum and sister who peppered him with questions about school and begged him to show off some of the spells he'd learned. He was enjoying Hogwarts, making friends and proving himself, but he missed his family and was so relieved when Draco showed up to bring him home for the weekend. When Scorpius saw his father waiting for him in one of the stone passageways, he scanned the area cautiously to make sure no one was around and then ran into his arms, grateful for the familiar feeling.

October 2015
Wizarding London, England
Friday Night

"Why didn't you tell me?" Lyra complained to her husband in their bathroom mirror while they prepared for bed.

"Because it negates the very nature of the concept of a surprise," Draco replied snottily.

"Because you missed him something fierce and you were going to go get him anyway," Lyra theorized.

"Something like that," he said back to her with a smile.

"He looks so much like you did, it's unreal," she mused, absentmindedly running her hand over the soft fabric of his shirt.

"He's a handsome lad," Draco noted smugly.

"You're a handsome lad," his wife quipped at him, pressing a deep kiss to his jaw. "Thank you for bringing him home," she whispered, turning away to head into the bedroom.

Draco pulled her back to him by the waist and crowded her little body between his own and the marble vanity behind her. "Where are you rushing off to, sweetheart?"

She smirked up at him. "House full of kids and now you wanna knock boots with me?" She questioned.

"Sprogs or no, I always want to 'knock boots' with you, you shamelessly American thing," he said, lowering his head to kiss along her neck and shoulder.

She dropped her head back and let him run his soft lips across her skin. She melted into him with a happy sigh and slipped her hands under the hem of his t-shirt to drag her nails over the small of his back.

He hummed into her shoulder and pressed his clothed erection into her belly. Without warning he picked her up and carried her in to their bedroom, dropping her on the bed unceremoniously. She was wearing a little white nightdress that made her skin look like warm caramel and she opened her legs suggestively for him. She was so beautiful. He flung himself on top of her and sealed their lips together.

Lyra kissed him back recklessly and Draco reached out to her mind to see what had her so hot.

Mmmm, sex now and tomorrow...pancakes, fuck yeah.

Draco pulled back and looked down at her confused.

"Shhh," she soothed, rubbing her foot down the back of his calf. "Don't over think it, baby," she said with a grin.

He opened his mouth to protest, but was silenced when she used her strong legs and abdominal muscles to flip him on to his back and straddle him. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing her bare body to him. He made a sound between a growl and a purr and grabbed her slender hips.

Her husband looked up at her with hooded eyes and she bit her lip, grinding her naked center over the soft fabric of his pajama pants.

"But sex now, yeah?" Draco questioned in a husky voice.

"Oh hell yes, sex now. That's what I just said," Lyra confirmed, diving down to claim his mouth with her own.

The End

Author's Note - That's it! We're done! My first fic! Thank you for reading and thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers. I am writing a prequel to this fic called The Rook which I've started to post and am planning a few one-shots from the timeline of this story as well. Thanks again! Muah! -MM