Who: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy What: Relief after near heart attack inducing worry. When: Evening, September 28, 1980 Where: Their bedroom, Malfoy Manor Rating: TBA Status: incomplete thread
"Well, this has certainly been a thrilling day." Lucius sat on the bed next to Narcissa, hands rubbing over his face and hair with a heavy sigh. He slid a hand to her forehead, brushing hair off of her face. Despite every dangerous mission he had been sent on for the Cause, he had never been as afraid as he had been that day. He had been assured numerous times of the health of both Narcissa and their son, but there was also a lurking sense of unease. He knew his family's history, knew that there was always a chance for something to go wrong. So when his journal began to buzz and ring and he read Narcissa's message, he panicked. He never would have admitted it, but he did. As much as he tried to hide his fears, when he arrived home, his face was red with anxiety, eyes filled with worry. Though the danger had now passed, and he had even spoken privately with the Healer while showing him the way out, he was still nervous.
He was nervous about many things. Nervous about losing his son, his wife, or both before he even got to see Draco. Nervous that Draco would be born sickly, like his own late brother's and die before he even got a chance to become a man. Perhaps the thing that he was most fearful of was failing to be the man that he needed to be in order to be a good father. Father was a father and as arrogant as Lucius could be, he knew that he wasn't even half the man Abraxas Malfoy was. He pushed those thoughts away, focusing his attention solely on the present. Letting out another deep breath, he reminded himself that they were both alright now.
"Do you need anything, darling?" he asked quietly, still stroking her hair absentmindedly. "Water, tea, anything to eat?" It was probably the third time he had asked in a few minute's time, but he was a bit of a mess at the moment, and he looked it. His sleeves were rolled up, tie loosened, and robe removed. His other hand slid to Narcissa's stomach as he gazed down at it. "Is he- Can you feel him moving now?" Now that he knew Narcissa was feeling better, that was his main concern.