The little boy was so small compared to the cot. He seemed lost in a sea of blue fabric. His little fists were around his chin, framing his face. He moved a bit in his sleep, rolling on the side, his thumb now in his mouth. He sucked it before letting go, his hand falling on the drapes. The man watching him from above smiled tenderly. It seemed mere days ago that he was young too, but now he had a son. Yes, his son was in his cot, gently sleeping. The man moved to the armchair set in one corner of the room, but, as he did, his foot hit a little stool and made a large noise. The man winced inwarly. The baby began to whimper, before crying loudly. The man jumped to the cot, stopped for a second, then took delicately his son in his arms. The baby stopped to cry, slowly regaining his breath. The man heard footsteps come up the stairs. A woman appeared, looking slightly worried.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I just bumped into the stool and he began to cry, so I took him in my arms."
The woman came into the room, and rested her head on her husband's shoulder. Then, she smiled :
"We've got a son, Draco."