Narcissa was, for the first time in a very long time, overwhelmed. The idea of her parents and her parents-in-law under the same roof once more was draining her of all that she had. Perhaps the baby inside of her was to blame, just slightly. Already she believed her son could do no wrong. Even if he was exhausting her from the inside out. Her son. It wasn’t certain. She didn’t know but… at the same time, she knew. Just the evening before, she’d had the most wonderful dream, holding him for the first time. His stark blonde hair - his light eyes and clear, porcelain skin. He was perfect. In the times she was awake, she dreamt up names for their son. Draco Lucius Malfoy… Or, if she was a girl, perhaps Cassiopeia Druella Malfoy… No matter what they were born, she would love them… wholly and entirely.
At the sound of her husband entering the room, her face lit up. “Good morning, my light,” she said, a smile gracing her lips. The nickname she’d taken to calling him as of late, now that her deepest feelings towards him had been revealed. “The sad truth is that none of them could function without me. Sometimes I wonder if even you can,” she teased, leaning in to give him aa gentle kiss on the lips. “You look incredible, not that I’m surprised,” she said, twirling in her silver, knee-length dress. A large sapphire necklace graced her chest, matching his suit and hanging heavily around it. “I just want everything to be perfect. It’s out first Christmas as husband and wife,” she said, her smile growing impossibly wider. “I want them to know that we are perfect.”
Her hands moved to cover her flat stomach, analyzing her reflection in one of their many mirrors. “And there are plenty of things to be excited for this year, wouldn’t you say?” Twirling around happily once more, she draped her arms over her husband’s shoulders. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be today than by your side,” she told him. It was saying a lot, considering the family she’d lost and longed for sometimes. But it was the truth. In that moment, just minutes before the older Malfoys would arrive, followed soon by the Blacks, she wanted nothing more than to freeze time. “Would it be too childish to pull you under the mistletoe before they arrive?”
Lucius was never really someone to appreciate the festive period. Perhaps it was because he never really celebrated it as a child. Granted, his mother would occasionally have a present for him, but the Malfoy Manor was never decorated, save for perhaps a candle here and there, nothing more. It was odd because, he knew exactly what his peers at the time thought of him, they all assumed he was spoilt, how wrong they were. Would Lucius’s own son be spoilt? Probably, but he could imagine nothing worse than repeating his own childhood for his own child to expereince, frankly he would not wish it on anyone. Maybe this Christmas would finally be what it was always meant to be, what it always was for everyone else around him.
Warmth, happiness, that feeling of being wanted. Lucius was not used to experiencing such emotions, but when he looked at Narcissa, that was all he felt. Especially in that moment. Love even, dare he say it. Perhaps not, but he certainly thought it. Saying the word, was almost like learning a foreign language, he could not quite wrap his mind around it fully. A warm smile that was equally as foreign, etched onto his lips at her words. “It will be nothing less than perfect, darling.” Tonight would almost certainly be the night that his parents would start with the proceedings of moving out of that house that Lucius grew up in. As the heir, it was due to be his the moment he and his wife were expecting their own heir. Frankly, Lucius was not looking forward to moving in there. Searching for Narcissa’s gaze as he thought, he knew that she could all but read his mind on that matter. “When we do move into the manor, please do feel free to decorate every single room, except my father’s study, i have such plans for that.” He smirked for a moment, before closing the small gap between them, so as to press his lips to her temple.
His gaze followed her hands to her stomach, and as if the action were automatic, for it came so naturally, he rested his hands over hers. He may not yet have said the words, but even he knew his actions spoke more than he could ever manage. Love. Even since the pair shared their first day at Hogwarts, he had started to learn it was far easier to convey love in the things a person did, rather than simply what they said. “I shouldn’t think so.” He said, smirking once again. “In fact, I would be somewhat offended if you did not.”
