Own Nothing.

Fourteen.

He woke up with a start, sweat poured down his body as he ripped the covers off as he got up from the bed. He looked over his shoulder at his sleeping wife before leaving the room, closing the door softly and walked down the hall. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. He started to get a mug and the tea out of the cupboards when he let the mug slip and break on the floor. His hands shaking as he bent down to pick up the pieces, cutting his hands.

He knew Winky was standing in the doorway watching him as he picked up the pieces. "I don't need help." He told her even though the house elf never said anything. He sat back against the cabinets, looking at his bloody hands. "I can't stand these nightmares." He sighed shaking his head. "I have to fight it."

He looked over to see the mug's broken pieces fly into the trash bin. He saw Hermione enter the kitchen before looking down. "I didn't mean to wake you Dear."

"Get up." She ordered, taking him by the elbow, pulling him up and turned him towards the sink. She turned on the water and rinsed off his hands. "You can always come to me, Barty. We're a family." She looked up at him as she grabbed a towel and dried his hands off.

"I wake up scared every night in the last month because I feel like I'm going insane, that I'm that man who followed the Dark Lord again." He turned to her, tears falling down his face. "I don't know what to do."

"You are not that man. You're not the same man who tried to kill Harry, you're not him. You're my Barty, my husband." She sighed, giving him a small smile. "You are the father of our child."

"Child?" He choked, looking down at her stomach. He placed his hands on her stomach, as if he could feel the baby. "We're going to have a baby?"

She nodded, breaking out into a full grin. "Just passed the first trimester. I don't know what sex the baby is yet." She didn't finish because Barty kissed her deeply before breaking a part.

"We're going to have a baby!" He cheered, hugging her tightly. "I can't believe it."

She smiled. "So now you can't go around thinking that you're that kind of man that you were back then. What matters is who you are now. And who you're going to be… a dad."

"A dad." He laughed, hugging her again. "Have you told your parents yet?" He looked down at her, eyebrow raised.