Draco and Luna walked hand in hand down the board walk. Luna remarked on how adorable she thought the baby clothes in the shop windows. Draco simply nodded, used to her strange obsessions with random things.
Luna gave up on that a smiled to herself. Time for a different approach.
Luna fed Draco a strawberry and he rubbed his nose to hers. Luna smiled at him and lay on her back in the warm sand. She put a hand on her stomach.
"Draco," she said, staring up at the sky. It was fairly bright out, so, with her other hand, she blocked the sun.
"Yes, love?" he said, leaning over her to block the sun.
"What do you think about children?"
He froze. "What about them."
"How do feel about them...in the future?"
He smiled and pushed back a piece of her hair. He leaned down to kiss her lightly on the mouth.
"I'd love that."
Luna smiled. He still doesn't get it.
"The only thing I'm not looking forward to," Luna continued, "is getting all fat and ugly."
He kissed her again. "You could never be ugly," he said, stroking her face. "And as for being fat," he put a hand on her stomach, "You won't be. You'll be pregnant. And with my child. So that makes it all the more beautiful to me."
Luna kissed Draco. "Thank you."
He winked and pulled her up and into a hug.
After packing up the remains of their picnic, Luna decided that it was time for a swim. She pulled off her t-shirt and her shorts, revealing her bikini. She was lying on a towel when Draco returned from changing into his swim shorts.
Luna looked down at her stomach wonderingly.
"Draco," she asked as he approached.
"Yes, love?" he asked sitting beside her head.
"Do I look like I'm gaining weight?"
Draco's gaze scanned down her body.
"No, not in the least bit. Why do you ask?"
Luna sighed inwardly, but said. "Hm. Just felt like my bathing suit didn't fit quite right."
She shrugged, and he pulled her into a hug.
The two played in the waves until the sun was beginning to set.
Luna walked out of the ladies restroom. After having fixed her hair by magic, she changed into a short black dress with lace across and just above the waist. He spotted Draco exiting the men's restroom in a fancy suit and tie. Luna approached him and smiled as he held out his arm. Luna took it, and they entered the fancy restaurant before them.
"Malfoy," Luna said to the maître de (A/N: I was too lazy to look it up so I asked my little sister about the spelling...).
"I'll escort you to your table," he said in a thick French accent.
The man led them to a table way in the back. In the center was a vase with two roses in it, and a marble tray raised over the top with a flickering candle.
He handed them two menus. Luna smiled at Draco as he skimmed the menu. He noticed her perusing. He smiled at her. "What?"
Luna grinned. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are."
Their waiter came by with a bottle of wine and bread.
After ordering, Draco took a sip of wine and looked at Luna. "I think I'm going to try to guess what all of this is for now," he said.
Luna grinned. "You do that."
He watched her. "Our anniversary."
Luna shook her head.
Christmas? Hanukah? Valentines Day? St. Patrick's Day?
"Happy fathers day, honey."
Draco looked at her and smirked.
Luna smiled and nodded. "Happy Fathers Day, Draco."
"But I'm not..." His eyes widened as the idea came to him. "I'm a father?"
Luna laughed and reached across the table, wrapping her arms around his neck. Before she knew it, she had tears of happiness in her eyes.
"I'm gonna be a father," Draco whispered.
Luna nodded and kissed him.
"I love you."
Draco pulled her around the table and onto his lap.
"I love you. More than anything in the world. Forever."