Fic ... Maybe Baby - Part Nine (H/D, mpreg)

Finally, here is the last bit of Maybe Baby. Who would have ever thought I’d end up writing mpreg ... whatever next? Rentboy!Draco? Cross-Dressing!Harry?

I had hoped to have this part finished earlier this week, but I ended up writing a version which I decided didn’t really fit in with the fluffiness of the rest of the story (dead!Harry, Draco left having to deal with a baby he isn’t sure he wants, etc etc ... you get the picture). So, instead here is a nice fluffy part 9. I might one day post the angsty other version, but not at the minute.

This is for everyone who has commented on the previous eight parts. I am still amazed by how popular this story seems to have been. I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your lovely posts, but I have read and enjoyed every one of them. Thank You.

Please remember that this is a mpreg story.

Part one ... Part two ... Part three ... Part four ... Part five ... Part six ... Part seven ... Part eight

Maybe Baby ... part 9

“Can I get you anything, Mr Malfoy?

Draco looked up from his chair in the corner of the room and managed a tired smile at the nurse. “No thanks. I’m fine.”

She gave a nod. “Well, you know where to find me. I’ll leave baby’s feed just in case he wakes up. Can you remember the spell to warm it up?”

“Yes ... just about.” He mentally totted up the number of times he’d said the spell over the last thirty hours and decided that he’d never realised just how time consuming babies could be. When they weren’t being fed they needed changing and when they weren’t sleeping they cried until you picked them up and paced the floor.

As the nurse quietly closed the door behind her, he stared at the cot where the tiny baby (were all babies that small?) gave a little mew. He stiffened reflexively, waiting for the sound to develop into a howl and then a scream, but instead the child settled, suckling at his fist.

Draco rubbed at his eyes and let out a tired sigh. He hadn’t sleep in nearly two days now and he was desperate for a shower and a change of clothes. People kept telling him to go home and rest, but how could he leave with Harry still unconscious and a baby to look after. His eyes flickered from the cot to the bed where Harry lay and back to the cot again. It would be weeks before Harry would be well enough to look after his son and Draco wasn’t sure he could cope with both a new baby and a sick husband.

He let his head drop against the back of the chair, the sound of his own breathing matching Harry’s while the baby continued to make little noises. Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a minute....

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Draco came too with a jolt and realised that the sound was someone hissing in pain. Harry was sitting on the edge of his bed, one arm cradling his stomach and a determined look on his face, which was fixed on the cot.

He managed to get out of his seat before Harry got to his feet. “Harry ... no ... you mustn’t get up.” His hands reached for Harry’s shoulders, gently pushing him back down. “Come on.”

Briefly Harry protested, but finally allowed Draco to put him back to bed. “The baby....” His voice was a whisper and he clutched at Draco’s arm.

“He’s just fine,” Draco quickly whispered back as he pushed his fingers through Harry’s hair. “Just fine.” He studied the other man’s face before leaning forward to briefly brush his lips against Harry’s.

“Can I see him?”

“Of course.” Draco kissed him again, sinking into the embrace as Harry’s arms snaked around him, holding him close. “God, I’ve been so worried.” The stress of the last two days finally hit home and he had to struggle not to cry or shout or scream. He wanted to hold onto Harry and never let go ever again. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Shhhhh.” Harry petted and stroked as Draco trembled, fighting back tears. “As if you could get rid of me that easily.”

Draco finally pulled away, but his fingers continued to touch Harry, as if only by doing so could he prove to himself that Harry was really alive. “What the bloody hell were you playing at, Harry?”

“The baby? Please, Draco.”

With a nod Draco came to his feet and quickly crossed to the cot. The baby was fast asleep and he debated for a moment about waking his son, but Harry had sounded so desperate. Carefully he pulled back the covers and lifted the child into his arms. He was still a little nervous about holding the baby, but Hermione had shown him how to and when he returned to the bed, he carefully whispered instructions to Harry.

As Harry cradled the baby in the crook of his arm, Draco climbed onto the bed next to him, watching the awed expression on Harry’s face. “One of the nurses said we should call him ‘Milagro’.” At Harry’s raised eyebrow, Draco smiled. “Apparently it’s Spanish for ‘Miracle’.”

“Well, he certainly is that ... our miracle. What happened?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” Draco shifted closer, pushing his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Weasley found you in the garden.”

“Ron? He came to the house?”

“Mmmm. Apparently he wanted to apologise.”

“Oh right.” Harry frowned thoughtfully. “I miss him, you know.”

“I know you do. I expect he’ll be by later.”

“Good. He could be Snitch’s godfather.”

Draco raised an indignant eyebrow. He was too tired to get into an argument about godfathers now, but he would need some persuading to agree to Weasel being his son’s godfather. “Why were you out in the garden without a coat?”

“I went out because the birds’ water was frozen. I think I slipped and then everything hurt so much and I couldn’t get up again. Then everything went blank.”

“You were soaked through when Weasley found you and blue with the cold. Then they found out you had internal bleeding, but they couldn’t do anything because of the baby. Lizzie couldn’t Apparate the baby because of the bleeding and she wasn’t sure if they opened you up whether they could stop the bleeding and I thought I was going to loose you.” Draco nuzzled into Harry’s hair remembering how he’d pleaded with Lizzie to save Harry ... that he didn’t care about anything else but Harry. “In the end they decided to operate, but you’d lost a lot of blood and it was touch and go for about twelve hours. Of course, once the baby was born they could give you potions to stop the bleeding, but they couldn’t use them until then.”

“Is that why my stomach hurts so much?”

Draco nodded even though Harry couldn’t see him. “From the operation. You shouldn’t have tried to get up.”

“I know. When I woke up I realised the baby was gone and I panicked. I thought for a moment that I’d lost him. Then I saw the cot and I needed to check.” Harry gently touched the baby’s cheek with his fingertip. “I needed to know.” Then with a crooked grin, he smiled up at Draco. “I think he looks like you.”

Draco gave a snort. “With all that black hair, I doubt it very much. I bet he’s going to have green eyes as well.”

“Have you seen them yet ... his eyes?”

“Yes, they look grey/blue at the moment. Lizzie said it might be six months before the colour settles.”

The baby struggled a little, one fist waving in the air as his eyes opened. He stared at Harry and blinked before screwing his face up and letting out a cry. “Is he okay?”

“Probably hungry ... he’s always hungry.”

“Can I feed him?”

Draco nodded. Collecting the bottle, he warmed it up and helped Harry to get comfortable. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Let me know if it gets too much. You’re supposed to be resting.” He watched, enraptured by the expression on Harry’s face.

“Just let me do this.” Harry smiled at him. “Then I’ll rest.

“Hermione asked what we were going to call him. I told her not to be nosy.”

Harry chuckled. “I thought you wanted to call him Milagro?”

“No way.”

“Well, he’s not an Aaron or a Daniel.”

“And I refuse to have a child called Leo ... that’s just too Gryffindor for me.” Draco watched as Harry pouted. “What about Joshua?”

“Yes ... I like that ... Joshua Malfoy.”

Draco opened his mouth in surprise. “I thought you wanted to call him Potter.”

“Well, I know how important your family name is to you, and there is no way I’m going to saddle him with a hyphenated name. Can you just imagine what it would be like for him when he gets to Hogwarts? Snape shouting out ‘Potter-Malfoy, just what potion are you trying to make this time?’ No ... he can be a Malfoy. And he can have Potter as a middle name, just to remind him.”

Draco swallowed, desperate to say something but unable to find the words. Instead he leaned over and kissed Harry. “Thank you.” The words were a whispered hiss.

“Can you imagine it, Joshua,” Harry directed his comments at the baby, “the look on your daddy’s face when you become the first Malfoy to ever be Sorted into Gryffindor?” He looked up, meeting Draco’s expression with an evil grin.

Before Draco had chance to response, he noticed a flicker of pain in Harry’s green eyes. “Come on, let me take him.”

Harry nodded and carefully handed the precious bundle to his husband. “When can we go home?”

“Soon,” Draco cradled the child in his arms and began the familiar pacing. “You need to get your strength back.

“I want to be home for Christmas ... Joshua’s first Christmas.” Harry sighed, letting out a yawn as he settled back on the bed, eyes suddenly heavy with fatigue.

“We’ll see.” Draco reached out to brush a finger over Harry’s cheek as the other man’s eyelids drooped and finally closed. He watched as the pain and fatigue slowly left Harry’s face, replaced by the peace of sleep. “We both want daddy home, don’t we, Joshua?”

He sat back down in the chair and, resting Joshua against his shoulder, he began rubbing gentle circles on the baby’s back as he hummed a tune his mother used to sing to him.

---fin