"The press will turn her into the love of your life, tragically torn from you by the Dark Lord if we're not careful about this," Narcissa snapped, fighting back the angry tears that threatened. She wouldn't let them fall. "Yes, you love me so much you got another woman pregnant immediately after..." She cut herself off abruptly. She didn't talk about that, ever. "It doesn't matter what you want her to mean."
She wanted to hex him, right in the delicate bits he so prized. He had no right to be annoyed, to act like she was being unreasonable. His mistake had the potential to ruin everything they'd built together for the last fourteen years. For the second time. Once again, she was going to have to do the hard work to make sure he didn't destroy the Malfoy name.
"There is no better for me," she said. "No matter how we frame this, I'll be one facing the consequences." She could withstand the negative press, it wouldn't be the first time, but she hated him in that moment for putting her in this position. "You were under the Imperius, and He Who Must Not Be Named wanted to strengthen families by arranging matches between loyal families. His aim was to purify our world, and what better way than through the birth of magical children, by whatever means necessary." This could work, if they were very careful about it. "You were told the pregnancy terminated, and that was the end of it until Severus reached out to you." And even though it killed her to do so, she added, "And of course, we will open our home to the boy, give him the family he should have always had."