Drastoria: arguing about the past, for Raquel
“Oh, so what, you’re just going to get up and leave again?” Astoria yelled, and Draco stopped, turning back to face her.
“You are never going to let that go, are you?” He shouted back, stepping into the room again. “How many times do you want me to apologise?”
Astoria threw up her hands. “Oh, I don’t know, until I know you won’t do it again? Why do you think I waited this long to tell you about this pregnancy when you ran out on me the last time?”
“For one night. I wasn’t ready to be a father, I’m still not. You didn’t have the childhood I did, you have a clue of how parenting is supposed to work; I don’t!” He paused, taking a deep breath. “This is ridiculous, Tori. I was going to Floo a Healer, not run out on you.” He took a step towards his wife, face sombre.
Astoria remained stoic until his arms wrapped around her, and she relaxed into him, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. “I’m just afraid that it’ll be the same as last time, and we’ll lose him too.” She whispered, and Draco stroked her hair soothingly. “And you leaving with that panicked look – it brought me right back to it.”
“I know, and I am truly sorry that I left. But this baby will be fine,” he gently lifted her chin up so she looked at him, teary eyes meeting stormy grey. “You’ll have the finest Healers, we’ll go for weekly check-ups; I’ll take time off work if it’ll make you feel better.” He offered.
Astoria smiled. “And have you stir-crazy and bouncing off of the walls? I think we’ll get enough of that if the baby comes.”
“When.” Draco corrected, pulling his wife into him once more.