The memory was short, and she still couldn't remember everything that followed when Draco moved out. Flashes of a sofa, of whiskey, of a bed and hands and skin but not much more. It was enough though, because one thing she did remember was the man.
She smiled, nodded. 'It's enough,' she said softly, really not needing Draco seeing her having sex. It was odd, seeing that was enough to make it worth reliving some of Troy's...prefectly ordinary moments.
'Thank you, Draco,' she said softly, squeezing his hand. 'It means so much to me.' She frowned. 'Though if you could forget some of those images I'd be more than grateful,' she said with a small smile. 'Not my finest moments.' She really didn't like seeing herself weak, but there wasn't anything to be done about it. What was important to focus on now was the fact that Justin was the father of her babies. Both of them.