"Luc, I am really fine. I don't need anything. I'm sorry to have worried you so," Narcissa sid for likely the hundredth time. Of course there had been a long period of time in which she had not been fine, but the healer had given her some potions and the pain had passed and he had assured her she and Draco were, for the time being. Now she could see the lingering panick, and she knew she had upset Lucius, and she felt terrible for it.
She reached out and slid her hand over Lucius' on her stomach, taking a deep, slow breath, still feeling the calming effects of the potions washing over her. She pressed Lucius' hand a little firmer into her stomach and moved it slightly to the side.
"There, do you feel it? He's all right," Narcissa breathed as she held Lucius' hand against the gentle movement of Draco inside her. Her other hand reached up and tugged Lucius' sleeve. She wanted him to lay down with her, but she didn't want to ask him out loud. "He's all right. And I'm all right. It's going to be all right."
As she made the last three statements, though, her voice grew less sure and it was clear she was seeking reassurance from him. It had been a jarring experience, and Narcissa too had lingering fears that something might happen to their son. The possibility had always been there considering Lucius' medical history, but it had become a very real possibility, and now she couldn't stop thinking about it.