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The Magic Guild: Another Dinner Interrupted...

Mia is past her due date.

It's getting to the point where she can hardly stand the waiting. Draco being home for his paternity leave has helped, but he's also quite anxious. He did, however, have a brilliant idea to relax tonight: a lovely dinner much like Valentine's.

And Mia could use the relaxing. She's been feeling off all day...

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"How much longer is she supposed to wait? It's been hours already."

"Better for her to wait than to hurt herself," Jessica replies. "Trust me when I say I know how frustrating it can be. But once I'm sure she's ready to push, it won't be long, it really won't."

It'll seem like a long time, but it won't be, not as long as they've spent already.

"In the meantime, just breathe," the priestess advises.

Mia tries to take that advise as Jessica checks.

"Draco," she says, her voice dry and lips chapped. "Ice?"

He grabbed a few ice chips and held them up to her mouth.

"Here. Just seemed like it would be about time already."

Jessica eyes Draco at his comment, but wisely keeps her mouth shut and doesn't go up there to thwap him on the head.

Mia holds some of the ice in her mouth and lets the rest melt on her lips, her breathing a little easier now that contractions are spacing out again.

"Soon, Jessica?" Mia pleads.

Another check, and the priestess says, "Yeah, soon. Need some help getting comfortable?"

Mia nods and moves to recline some, mostly on Draco.

Lemia's on her other side to hold her hand, but she's also reaching to help hold back her daughter's leg, just behind the knee.

"Does that help some?" Lemia asks, and Mia replies with another nod, reaching to take more ice chips from Draco.

Draco made an exasperated sigh only for his mother to cut him off with a glare, "Really Draco, if you had any idea how long *you* took to come into the world...well clearly the child must take after you."

He immediately shut up at that, and gave Mia more ice chips.

Mia laughs a little breathlessly at that after the ice chips have melted, but Jessica doesn't hold back with her laughter.

Once she calms down, she says to Mia, "Okay, you can push."

Mia lets go of Draco's hand to help hold her other leg back and leans forward to push.

"Good, Mia, you're doing good," Jess says in encouragement.

And this repeats for a few contractions, until at one point Mia tilts her head back and cries out.

Jess reassures her with, "It's okay; the baby's head is crowning."

Draco remained silent, while his mother helped assist as well.

There really isn't much to say to that, is there?

Mia continues to push, moaning after each one at the stinging pain.

Though it's still not as bad as it could have been, and Jess points that out by saying, "You know, I think Mia's the quietest woman in labor I've ever seen," and punctuating that with a soft chuckle.

A few more pushes and Mia's back to panting while Jessica says, "Baby's head is out. You're almost done, hun."

"Everything looking all right?" Draco asked worriedly, still holding Mia's hand.

Mia holds his hand tight, still panting but listening to what Jessica has to say.

"Baby's doing fine. Just a little bit more."

So Mia pushed a little more.

And then...

Well, then everything started happening really fast.

Before anyone but Jessica really knew what was going on, there was a new cry, a lot of movement at the foot of the bed, and the priestess happily saying, "A boy."

Mia tilts her head up a little and, with an exhausted laugh, repeats back, "A boy..."

Draco leaned to peer closer, and blinked.

"Er, is he supposed to look well, squashed?"

Narcissa sniffed at him, "Son, you looked the same when you were born. Any child pushed out of a hole so small would look so."

He got a chastised look, and kissed Mia's forehead again.

"We have a son." He whispered to her.

"Next time he can try delivering the baby," Jess jokes, wrapping the baby up in the receiving blanket and putting him in Mia's arms.

"Oh, he's perfect," Mia says, tracing his face as she relaxes in Draco's hold, tears of joy pricking at her eyes. "Oh baby, we've been waiting so long to see you..."

Draco crouched down, and reached out a finger to the baby. The baby yawned, and immediately clutched his finger tightly. He seemed so fragile now like this.

"He's so tiny, we'll have to take good care of him." He then added, "Hello Cepheus, your mum and dad are here."

Mia softly laughs, mostly in happy disbelief.

"And your mum and dad love you so much," she adds.

Then she surprises herself with a yawn of her own and asks, "What time is it?"

Lemia checks a pocketwatch and answers, "A quarter to two."

"Looks like his birthday's the first of March," Jess says. "Now I just need the other information for him. I hate to ask, but if you don't mind?"

Mia reluctantly lets Jessica take the baby to be weighed and measured.

"We have a name for him," Mia says once the baby is safely in the priestess's arms. "We want to call him Cepheus. Cepheus Abraxas Malfoy-Ausa."

Jess gives Mia a look and says, "Quite a mouthful. Are you sure he'll fit it?"

"He'll grow into it. Cepheus will be enough for him for now," Draco remarked.

Narcissa briefly touched his shoulder with a fond smile before stepping back out to tell Lucius that he was now a grandfather.

Jessica just smiles at that and writes down his information (needing both Cepheus and Abraxas spelled multiple times for her) as well as getting his hand and footprints.

"Good size and color, all ten fingers and toes, looks like a keeper to me."

He's swaddled into his blanket again and Jess asks Draco, "Do you want to hold him?"

Draco blinked, and glanced between them worriedly for a moment. He didn't want to drop him or anything.

"I.. can?" Another glance at his wife.

"Of course you can," Mia says. "He's your son."

"If you're nervous, you can sit down with Mia again," Jess says. "It's easier to get used to holding a baby if you're sitting down."

He sat down carefully on the side of the bed so Mia would still be comfortable. He then held his hands, and would make sure to very carefully cradle the baby's head and body for support.

Jessica carefully places the baby in his arms. Cepheus promptly turns to snuggle more in Draco's hold and grasps onto his robe, blinking open a pair of sleepy grey eyes.

"I think someone's trying to say hello," Mia softly says, sitting up and carefully putting a hand on the baby, too.

Draco just kept staring down at his son with wonder and surprise. He was really here. A son, and he was perfect. He was compelled to promise that he would do right by him, that his son would never feel ashamed of his father, and he'd never be asked to do a terrible deed in his father's stead.

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