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I walked through the house in a haze. I ran my hands along the pale yellow walls that we had painted just weeks before, absorbed in my thoughts.

What if he flips out, I thought. What if he hates me after this? What if he abandons me - rather us?

Before I knew it, I was standing in the doorway of our master bedroom. Scorpius lay on the bed, reading a magazine that had a picture of a man lifting weights, showing off his abs. Scorpius had on a wife beater (it was ironic, because he was extremely gentle) and black pants, his spiked hair sticking up in every direction. I just stood there, looking at him. He didn't seem to notice my appearance, so I walked over to the bed and climbed up next to him. He turned his head to see who had joined him, smiled, and turned back to the article he was reading. I looked over his shoulder. We lay in silence for a few seconds. I finally broke it.

"Scorpius," I said. He turned his attention towards me, closing his magazine with his index finger on the page he was on.

"Yes?" He said, his voice rough from not talking for a few hours.

I stared into his eyes, mesmerized.

THose beautiful, beautiful grey eyes... I shook myself. I needed to tell him, get it over with. I averted my gaze, trying to clear my thoughts.

"Baby," he said, moving so that he was supported on his right arm. "Baby, what's wrong?"

I had to do it now. Now or never.

"Scorpius," I said again. I couldn't look into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

There was silence. Then he slid two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up so that he could look into my eyes, which were full of tears. He looked concerned.

"That is why you were so worried?" He said, throwing his magazine over his shoulder aimlessly, making it hit the wall. Then, he laughed. "This is the second best day of my life."

I looked at him, shell-shocked.

"What?" I asked. His laughter filled the room. I was still confused. He noticed that, causing to kiss me. It was a quick peck on the lips. It made me smile, though I was thoroughly bewildered.

"I've been waiting for you to say that to me since the day we got married," he said, tears forming in his eyes. "Which, by the way, is the best day of my life." I smiled, caressing his face.

"It's my favourite day, too," I said. He smiled.

"Ego mos diligo vos forever , meus diligo." He said. My smile widened. The inscription on my engagement ring. He had explained to me that it meant I will love you forever, my love. I know, a bit redundant, but it was so sweet that I still have tears in my eyes when I think about it.

I leaned in to press my lips to his. The kiss started out slow, like it always did. He was sitting up now and I was leaning on my knees, pressed up against him. His hands started at my hips, thumbs gently rubbing circles on the small of my back. My hands were around his neck. As the kiss grew, his hands snaked their way down the sides of my thighs. I shuddered at the tickling sensation. My hands moved into his hair. After about twenty minutes, he had me underneath him, hi beater off, me still in my denim shorts and yellow camisol. We stopped for air. Then a thought occurred to me then. He went in to kiss again. I pressed my right index finger to his lips. He gave me a look that looked like a mix between a lost puppy and one of confusion. I smiled.

"Hold that thought for one minute, please," I said, coming out from underneath him. He looked after me, confusion written all over his face.

A little while later, I came out of my closet in his favourite piece of lingerie on, a very small black dress (the hem ended at the top of my thigh) that had very thin spaghetti straps. It showed off more skin and chest than I would prefer, but it was lingerie, and my husband. It was my favourite, too. He was sitting on the bed, waiting expectantly. When he saw me walking towards him, he smiled greedily. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Scorpius grabbed me by the waist and dragged me down so that I was under him. He put his lips next to my ear.

"Now," he said, his voice husky. "Where were we?"

"I don't seem to remember," I said playfully. "I think my Quidditch-player-husband was just about to make things very interesting."

"Ah, yes," he said, pressing his lips to my neck. I felt something cold on my chest. I picked up the little trinket that was hanging off a chain around his neck; it was a locket. I quickly opened it - there were two pictures: one of me and him when we first got together (I was on his back, laughing), the other was of us on our wedding day. The tears came back.

"Scorpius," I whispered. He lifted his head from my neck to look at me. Then he saw that I had discovered the locket and smiled. Then I released the locket, grabbed his head, and planted my lips on his.

When we finally broke apart for air, I looked at the clock. Midnight. I looked back at Scorpius, suddenly extremely tired. He looked exhausted - he had, after all, been in a Quidditch tournament all day. He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. I looked into his stormy grey eyes - the ones that I fell in love with all those years ago.

"I love you, Rose. Oh, so much," he said.

"I love you, too," I said back.

Dear reader,
This is the last chapter in this little adventure. Also, the words that are on Rose's ring is is in Latin. Yes - the supposedly dead language. People really ought to stop calling it "dead." A dead language is one that stops changing, or evolving. Anyways, please read and respond. I wish that there was a banner for this story... oh well!
Maggie Frace

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