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The Magic Guild: Afterparty

There hasn't been a party quite like this at the Magic Guild in recent times. But then, there hasn't been a Guildmaster expecting a child in well over twenty years.

After her performance, which served as the finale, Mia went back to her quarters to change into the lovely outfit (a simple green overdress with a black dress to go underneath) that Draco got for her and went to join the party on her husband's arm. She could still feel the nervous fluttering of her stomach.

She didn't really expect to do much except politely greet some guests and then retreat back to her room. She didn't, however, expect the number of people who wanted to see her or the obvious pile of presents in the corner that were suspiciously shaped like baby furniture. (She actually cried tears of joy at one point, to a chorus of "Awwww...")

Mia promises she'll be back soon, Draco. There are just so many people who want to dance with her after her amazing firedancing display.

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"It's easier yeah." He nuzzled against her neck.

Mia hums happily, one of her hands going to his hair once again.

"You sure know how to make me feel loved," she murmurs to him.

Her other hand goes to her stomach and she adds, "Both of you."

Draco whispered in her ear before kissing her neck, "Love you."

She softly moans before saying, "Love you, too."

And then she halfheartedly pulls away and adds, "And if you keep that up, I won't be able to go brush my teeth. You want your wife to have a clean mouth for you to kiss, don't you?"

He chuckled low against her skin.

"Mmm, all right love." He patted her shoulder.

"Go on then."

"I promise we won't be far," she says, patting his hand back and heading for the bathroom.

"Can I take one of your shirts for bed?" she calls from there.

She's thinking to leave the bottom of it unbuttoned in case they want to try to feel without any clothes in the way.

"Really? Oh go ahead, they've always looked better on you." Draco waved his hand to glance over some notes from the potion store. Another inventory list and he was going to need to order more gillyweed, mandrake root, and other items.

Mia goes through her nightly routine, pulling on one of Draco's shirts. It doesn't want to button, so she doesn't force it, instead leaving on her slip as a sort of nightgown.

She carefully goes behind Draco, embracing him.

"Come to bed, darling," she coos. "I was wondering if maybe we could have a story."

Draco set his paperwork down, and drew closer to her on the bed. He turned to embrace her gently.

"A story? And what kind of story would my Mia like?"

She lays down on the bed, on her left side, and nuzzles against him.

"I'd like to hear a story about you. Some time when you were really happy."

Beat.

"Or a story about gorgons."

"There's not many," Draco admitted.

"I guess one was an early birthday of mine. My father gave me a toy broom, saying how he was looking forward to seeing me fly at Hogwarts someday."

He gave a small laugh, "I must have flew several circuits around the manor that day. Scared some of the peacocks half to death. Was worth it though."

She giggles.

"Bet you worried your mother sick," she says.

Her hand goes to her stomach.

"Are you going to give Cepheus a broom?"

"A little," Draco admitted, "Father reassured her, even after I got a nasty scrape." In Draco terms, this meant a very small scrape that barely broke the skin.

He then nodded, "Of course, when he's a bit older and can stand and walk of course."

"When you want to put him down," she says. "You know he's going to want his Papa to cuddle him and tell him bedtime stories first."

"And when he's not distracted with all of his toys either of course."

"It will take some time," she says. "At least we know he's not running off now. Though I'm sure it will feel like he's trying to soon enough."

"If he's kicking now, I'm sure." Draco kept his hand linked with Mia's and gently nuzzled her cheek again.

And perhaps there's a little fluttering under their hands...

"Our Cepheus," she says again. "It's strange. We've not met him yet and I already love him so."

"Of course, he's our son," Draco readily agreed.

She giggles.

"I'm glad to see you like this."

Mia gently presses their knitted hands on her baby bump, in the hopes that he could feel another light tap.

"Excited, I mean. Happy."

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The Magic Guild: Afterparty

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