My eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, baby," a beautiful, familiar voice spoke softly, "you're back with us."

I desperately tried to focus, to take in where I was.

Silver grey eyes twinkled in mine and I felt a rush of calming warmth as a recognisable scent hit me and fingers squeezed in mine.

I tried to say his name but found I couldn't. Panic tore at me as my hands scrabbled at my face, pulling the mask away that was covering my mouth.

"Hey, hey," he said soothingly, helping me remove it carefully as I lay breathless and helpless.

"My baby," I croaked. "Where's my baby?"

"She's fine, Ronnie," Draco spoke gently, tenderly stroking my face. "She's being looked after."

"She?" I choked. "We had a little girl?"

Tears started spilling down my cheeks as he nodded, looking down at me, his grey eyes swirling with a mixture of love and regret.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured shakily, "I should have had more faith in you."

Yeah, he fucking should have. He was lucky I was too weak to let fucking rip.

"I want to see my baby," I rasped hoarsely.

"Ronnie, you can't. You- you need rest."

And out of nowhere, I felt a sudden flash of anger.

"I didn't just spend the last two months fucking dying in hospital - on my own - not to see my fucking baby, Draco!"

"Okay, just calm down," he said, his eyebrows shooting up in alarm at my sudden outburst. "I'll see what I can do."

He strode out of the room and I looked away, trying to ignore the fury that had come over me so suddenly and so fiercely. I was so relieved Draco was back - of course I was. But I felt so let down by him. He had lost faith in me when I had needed him the most - when we needed him the most.

Draco returned in less than five minutes with a Healer in tow.

"Miss Weasley," the man in the white coat said, "good to see you back with us. How are you feeling?"

"I want to see my baby." I snapped. I had no time for pleasantries.

"I'm afraid at the moment, our main priority is to get mother and baby back to health." He said in a fucking patronising manner. "Your daughter is extremely premature-"

"You said it would be safe!" I cut in, panic tearing at me. "I agreed for you to take her based on your advice!"

"Baby-" Draco started as he reached out to take my hand.

"DON'T FUCKING BABY ME!" I yelled, feeling a surprising amount of strength back. "The only baby I want to hear about is my little girl!" I wrenched my hand out of his as hurt flickered across his face.

"Miss Weasley," the Healer said firmly. "You need to calm down, you are still very ill and getting upset like this is not going to help anyone."

"Where is she? When can I see her?" I asked, ignoring him.

"She is in a specialist ward for very tiny babies and is being looked after intensively. I can assure you she is in safe hands." He paused to take a deep breath, as if searching for patience. "When you have regained a bit more strength then maybe we can consider arranging for you to pay her a visit."

I wanted to cry; I had never felt frustration like this. I wasn't getting the answers I needed.

I looked from Draco to this moronic Healer and just wished they would both piss off and get me someone who fucking understood.

I barely listened as the Healer droned on about my 'illness' still being present and still needing to find a cure before it's too late. All I could think about was my baby. My illness just didn't seem important anymore. And it was hard to take the situation seriously when I felt so much stronger than I had done during the pregnancy.

"Miss Weasley, I fear you are not taking the severeness of your condition in." The Healer reprimanded me as though he was some kind of fucking school master telling me off for not listening in class.

"I want to see my baby." I simply said.

He gave an exasperated sigh. "I'll come back in the morning. For now I suggest you get plenty of rest." And he turned on the spot and left the room.

I decided I wouldn't quit.

"Take me to my baby." I demanded of Draco who was looking at me almost fearfully.

"Ronnie, didn't you hear what the Healer said?" He implored, his face creased in anguish. "This virus is still attacking you! If we don't find a cure, then you are still going to die!"

"But I feel better," I insisted, "in fact I haven't felt this strong in a long time."

"You are running off adrenaline, Ronnie, your anger at me and your fear over the baby are disguising how weak you actually fucking are!"

"Just help me see my little girl and I promise I will look after myself, but I cannot rest until I see her Draco, don't you understand? Why is no one listening to me?!"

My voice cracked and I broke into a great big shuddering sob. Draco instantly crouched down by me, pulling me to him as he kissed my face and stroked my hair.

"Okay, Ronnie, okay," he soothed, and I momentarily forgot my anger at him as I clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder.

He kissed the top of my head before disappearing again telling me to leave it with him. Ten minutes later he strode back in.

"I'm going to take you to her, Ronnie," he growled, using his wand to unhook me from the machines before trying to help me to my feet.

But it was no use, having just had major surgery on top of not having walked in two months; I could barely even stand. I was in too much pain and my muscles had completely deteriorated.

I wept frustratedly, but thankfully, Draco didn't give up. In the end, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me effortlessly from the room as I clung my arms around his neck, trying not to wince in agony.

I buried my face in his shoulder hardly daring to believe he was here, and that I was about to go and meet my daughter; when not even twenty four hours ago, I thought I had lost them both.

"We're nearly there, Ronnie," Draco murmured huskily against my ear as he continued to carry me; his muscles taut beneath his suit. "Just hold on a bit longer."

And sure enough, he eventually came to a halt outside a door before pushing our way through into a room full of more machinery and more beeping than mine. I felt almost terrified to lift my head.

"Look up, Ronnie," he murmured, his voice almost purring, "look at our little girl."

And with my heart hammering I turned my face away from Draco's shoulder, and there, in the middle of the room, looking tiny and helpless inside an incubator attached to lots of wires; was my little girl.

I immediately started to cry. All I wanted to do was scoop her into my arms and feed her and love her like I had done with Scorp.

"Shhh, baby it's okay," Draco soothed in my ear. "The Healer on the ward said she's doing really well, we've just got to keep her in here for a bit longer until she's strong enough."

"Take me closer," I breathed. "I want to look at her properly."

Draco stepped right up to the incubator and my heart twisted upon seeing all the tubes sticking out of her tiny wrinkled body. I pressed my fingers against the glass, as if I could touch her, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, wishing she was still inside of me where she should have been allowed to grow safely.

But my body had let her down.

"You did everything, Ronnie," Draco whispered, pressing his lips reverently against my forehead as I sobbed in his arms. "I'm so proud of you, you never gave up, even when I had."

"I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I didn't try," I whispered, my fingers still stroking the glass.

Draco didn't say anything at first, but I felt him give a little shudder as though he was crying.

"I thought you didn't love me and Scorp enough to want to live." He sobbed. "I was being selfish, I'm so sorry. I didn't understand. But looking at her, and seeing her; I do now. And I don't blame you if you never forgive me."

I didn't have the energy to tell him how much he had let me down again. And not only had he let me down, but our son and our daughter too.

So, I just continued to stare at my little girl in silence, whilst Draco held me in his arms; not seeming to weary of my weight in the slightest.

"I should take you back," he murmured gently after a while. "You need to get some rest."

But I shook my head, not tearing my eyes away from her. "No, wait - we need to give her a name." I whispered.

"Do you have any ideas?" Draco asked, "I'm afraid I hadn't even dared hope we'd get this far, let alone come up with any names of my own."

"Freida," I said, the name coming to me almost instantly.

"Freida," Draco repeated, trying the name on his own lips. "I like it. It sounds fierce, yet gentle at the same time."

"It means peace," I murmured wistfully, my whole body sagging against him in exhaustion.

Draco looked down at me with an odd expression in his eyes. "Come on," he muttered, "let's get you back to bed."

This time I didn't argue, and allowed him to carry me back through the hospital to my room.

He carefully lay me back down on the bed, reattaching the machinery by reversing the spell on his wand.

I felt my eyes start to close almost immediately, finally finding peace with having seen my daughter.

And even though I was still so furious with him, I still allowed Draco to curl up on the bed beside me and welcomed his embrace as I fell asleep in his arms; dreaming of a time when Freida and I could go home be a proper family with Draco and Scorp.

And it seemed we would get that - for a while - at least.

If only it wasn't for this fucktard virus.

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