Unhappy

Draco had been flabbergasted by Pansy’s admission. At first his mouth had hung up open and he’d stared at her, then he started to mouth wordlessly. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts over the next couple of days. It was a shock that she’d gotten pregnant at all. They didn’t exactly have sex all the time. Actually, it was rare for them to have it. How could they bring a child into their dysfunctional home? Could it even be called a home?

However, he couldn’t help but be elated that he was going to have a child. This, to him, meant that he would have the opportunity to be the perfect father. So unlike his own father.

Two days passed in silence, but on the third day, he couldn’t contain his building excitement. After work, he found Pansy splayed out on the couch, book fallen onto the floor, head tilted to the side with her eyes closed. He knelt beside her and gently pulled her shirt up, revealing her flat stomach. No signs of pregnancy yet. He pressed his ear to her stomach and listened, knowing that he wouldn’t hear anything.

Her lashes fluttered and she purred at him. Not wanting to hear her voice, he clapped a hand firmly over her mouth and glared up at her. He trailed kisses over her stomach and whispered things that she couldn’t hear. The look in his eyes was foreign to her. They were soft and caring. She reminded herself that they weren’t directed at her.

“Her name will be Desdemona,” he stated.

Pansy pursed her lips, but said nothing. The anger pooling in her belly didn’t do much for her disposition.