Divorce, disaster and denial

Ok, this chapter is dedicated to POOHBEAR, one of my most dedicated reviewers. Thank you for the comments, they are wonderful and I loved the comment on the video. If you liked it, you might want to check out my others, if you haven’t already.

Now, I know I left you with a cliffie last time and you were all mad at me for that, but here I am making up for that. I know that it has been a while but I have been trying to sort out some screw ups with my uni enrolment. Don’t ask.

I went back to uni Monday, so I’m not sure how often I can update now, but this is not going to be abandoned, it will be continued, so don’t worry.

Hope you like the chapter.

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Lucius and Harry distracted Draco by sending him to get Andie and to firecall Jenkins while they tried to help Percy.

Percy was deathly pale and there was so much blood, soaking the sheets. He was gasping in shallow ragged breaths and shaking so badly. His teeth were chattering.

He kept saying one word over and over again.

Help.

Andie came running into the room, George and Draco hot on their heels. “Oh goddess,” she breathed before rushing over to the bed. Harry and Lucius were pushed out of her way and she rolled Percy onto his side, pulling away his clothes, trying to find the bleed. “I can’t find a cut. No stab wound, nothing.”

Percy moaned and grabbed his swollen abdomen.

There was utter silence as they all stared at him in horror. “I can’t help him. We need to get him to St Mungo’s,” Andie said.

Within moments, the entire small family had flooed to the hospital after the Mediwizards who took Percy. The sat in a cold empty hallway while Draco was inside the room, waiting for something to happen.

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The Mediwizards had stopped the bleeding and were huddled in the far side of the room, talking in hushed voices, worried looks on their faces.

Draco smoothed Percy’s hair back from his forehead and kissed it before the flaming hair slid back into place.

“I’m scared,” Percy whimpered.

“I know, baby, I know. But they’re gonna make it better, I promise,” Draco said, not believing the words he was saying.

The Mediwizards approached and Percy looked into Jenkins worried face, gripping Draco’s hand in a death grip.

“Percy, Draco. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. Your waters have broken, there is nothing we can do to stop it. We can give you an ageing potion to try and help your children, but they are going to be born within the next few hours,” Jenkins said, holding a syringe of green liquid.

Percy looked at Draco with fear. “No! This can’t be happening! It’s too soon, Draco, it’s too soon!”

Draco took a deep breath and kissed his husband gently. “I know. I know it’s too soon, but we have no choice. They need you to do this, to give them the best start in life despite the circumstances. They need you.”

Percy took a deep breath and nodded to Jenkins. “This is an ageing potion, only a few months. It’s specifically targeted to affect only your children and not you,” Jenkins explained as he administered the injection. “With your permission, we’d like to give you another injection.”

“What will it do?” Percy asked.

“Speed this up. Your children need to be born as soon as possible, and your labour isn’t moving very fast.”

“What are the side effects?”

“None. Only limitation is that you can’t have any pain relief after it’s administered. But it does come with the guarantee that this will be over in an hour, two at the most.”

Draco watched the scene unfold and tried to stop himself spiralling out of control. Percy needed him to be calm right now.

Percy nodded and Jenkins administered the second injection. This one was clear and the needle had barely left his arm before Percy screamed.

Draco found himself climbing onto the bed with him, rubbing his back, whispering words that made no sense. He leaned his head in the crook of Percy’s neck and savoured the feel of him.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Draco whispered. Percy rested his head back against Draco. “I woke up and saw all that blood, I thought I’d lost you. And my whole world started to crash down around me. I can’t loose you, I just can’t. I’m not strong enough to live without you. So promise me that no matter how this all ends, you won’t leave me. That even if we loose the babies, I won’t loose you. Promise me?”

“I promise,” Percy said gently, tilting his head so their lips could meet. The kiss ended abruptly when Percy moaned and gripped Draco’s thighs.

Jenkins slipped a hand under the sheet that covered Percy’s lower half and withdrew it, a small smile on his face.

“Ok, Percy, when you’re ready, I want you to push as hard as you can. Your penis was absorbed, there’s nothing stopping you. When you get the urge to push, go to town,” Jenkins said, taking a seat at the end of the bed, two nurses putting Percy’s legs into stirrups.

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“You think they’re ok in there?” Harry asked, Cassie suckling his nipple while Lucius burped Orion.

“I don’t know. I hope so,” Lucius said.

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Percy pushed with all he had, but it wasn’t enough. There was a head crowning, threatening to tear him in two, his children’s lives depended on him doing this, but he couldn’t do it.

He fell back against Draco and screamed his frustration.

Jenkins looked apologetic as he pulled out a pair of scissors. “The babes head is to big for you to do this without help. With your permission?” Jenkins asked.

Percy nodded. He grit his teeth as Jenkins cradled his perineum, and flinched as the cold surgical steel slid into place. And then he moaned as he felt himself being cut. The scissors were removed and Percy was leaned forward by Draco. Percy pushed and felt the head slip from his body.

He gasped and bore down again, not giving pause to think of the damage he was doing to himself by forcing his body to go through what it was protesting against. He was in so much pain, he would have suffered being a plaything of Voldemort rather than do this.

He pushed and screamed as the shoulders forced their way through, tearing him even more. The baby came free bloody, it’s skin blue. It was so tiny.

The nurse whisked it away to the other side of the room, where a whole horde of Mediwitches descended on the child.

“It’s a girl. They’re doing what they can to help her, but you have to help her sibling,” Jenkins said as he inserted his fingers into Percy, making him scream in pain. “I can feel a head. I need you to push as hard as you can.”

Percy bore down and felt the child move down within him, the hard solid pressure of a head. This was much larger than the last one, and Percy could feel the tear growing as the head crowned. He screamed, a low guttural sound as he felt the blood pouring from him as the head ripped its way through. He fell back against Draco, shaking his head.

“I can’t. I can’t,” he gasped, tears cascading down his face. Jenkins called another nurse over. She pushed down on Percy’s bump as Jenkins pulled the child free. Percy gripped Draco’s hands in a death grip, piercing the air with his cries and sobs as the child was pulled free. It slipped form his body and this child at least cried, but it was blue and tiny. It was whisked away as Jenkins began to perform a spell to extract the after birth.

“Another girl,” Jenkins said as he performed spells to stop the bleeding and heal the damage done to Percy during the birth.

The nurse handed Percy a blood replenishing potion, which he gulped down. Percy and Draco held each others hands as the fate of their daughters was being played out in front of them.

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Lucius, Harry, Andie and George stood up as Jenkins let himself out into the hall. His eyes were grim and he shook his head.

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Draco and Percy sat in silence each holding a little girl each. Draco held the second twin, pink and sleeping soundly in his arms, but Percy had demanded to hold the first one. She was smaller than her sister, and her skin was cold.

She just hadn’t been strong enough. She had fought her hardest, and so had the Mediwitches, but their hardest and their best wasn’t good enough.

Percy looked at Draco, who was watching their daughter sleep. He gave their beautiful, peaceful, deceased child to the nurse and tugged Draco’s shirt, motioning him to sit on the bed with him. Draco passed him the sleeping girl, tiny and wrinkled but breathing and perfect.

They sat together, their small family.

“I want to call her Gemini,” Percy said, motioning to the girl he was holding. “If it was two girls, I wanted to call them Gemini and Narcissa.”

Draco smiled and nodded, kissing his husband on the forehead.

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Well, there it is. I know this was sad, but the plot bunny took me here. So sorry it took so long.

I look forward to your reviews. Let me know what you think and where this should go, because I honestly have no idea.