"Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mamma's gonna buy you a mocking bird.."
The quiet melody danced through his ears as he stealthily glided his way up to the nursery. A smile lit upon his face as he gazed at the sight before him. His fiery, red-headed, little minx was cradling their new-born son in her delicate arms, singing softly to him as he snored lightly.
It still astounded him how she had helped him wade through the nightmare called his life with so much patience and understanding after the war had ended. He still doesn't understand how she would choose someone as wretched as him to spend the rest of her life with.
Nevertheless, he was thankful she did.
"Goodnight, my darling," said his wife as she gently laid their son in his crib and turned to face him.
"I love you, Gin."
"I love you too, Draco."