Lucius sat in the rocking chair in the nursery of his new born baby daughter. He leaned back and rested her tiny body on his chest listening to her breathing.
He didn't think he would ever have any more children after Draco but this small surprise was one he loved very much.
Isabel Lucy Malfoy was born three days ago at 4:36am on Friday Morning; his wife had been in labour with her for three days straight. She looked a mess, her hair sticking up in different directions, dark black circles under her eyes and sweat across her forehead but Lucius had never seen her more beautiful. She was giving him something he had wanted for years. A daughter, another child.
They hadn't been trying for a baby; they hadn't even talked about adding more children to the family but the unplanned child was very much wanted by both parents. Throughout the nine months Lucius waited on hand and foot for his wife; she had a hard pregnancy. On the eighth month his wife was submitted to bed rest; she hated every minute but did it because she wanted her daughter to be safe and healthy. The labour started in the middle of the night and Lucius had rushes and called the Family healer, only the best for his wife and daughter.
Three days of pain and hardship for his beautiful and brave wife; she had no once complained that she was in pain. He stood by her side throughout the whole labour. At 4:36am on the Friday morning his precious daughter Isabel was born. She didn't cry as she made her way into the world; no she was a Malfoy and Malfoy's do not cry. His wife relaxed in exhaustion while he held her in his arms.
She was his daughter, a perfect angel, his little princess. He would protect her till the day he died.
He was brought out of his thoughts by his angel crying against his chest. He lifted her into his arms and cradled her close to him. Her cries stopped instantly as she looked up at her father.
"She's must be hungry now?" His wife said as she stood at the door in a light blue night grown and his dark silk dressing gown over the top to cover her arms.
"Yes I think your right my darling." He said to her as he stood up with their precious daughter in his arms. His wife carefully picked Isabel out of his arms and sat down where he had sat previously.
Lucius looked down at his wife and daughter; he had never pictured his life would be like this ten years ago. His beautiful wife, Hermione Malfoy nee Granger holding their darling daughter Isabel.