Disclaimer: I do not own these two wonderful human beings.

A/N: The fact that I only used pronouns and no names is just a thing I do, but for this, it was deliberate.


He smiled down at the two of them—his son. His wife. Their son.

He felt like the proudest person in Britain at that moment—his family was safe, his son alive and healthy, and he smiled as he took it all in.

As the baby waved his arms around, he saw that their son had her eyes—her ice-blue eyes that, when you met them with your own eyes, you felt as if they were piercing into your soul.

Her hair turned a light brown—the same shade as his—as she grinned up at him, and her smile warmed his heart.

He smiled back at her and then down at his—their—son, now peacefully asleep in her arms.

"He's perfect," he murmured, staring at the infant for a few moments, before glancing back up at his wife, tilting her chin up and gently pressing his lips to hers. "Like you."