The summer winds were blowing the scent of herbs and flowers around as they walked in the garden as the sun set far in the west. The scents of roses and rosemary brought back memories of other summers and other gardens.
The sleeping child he carried whimpered softly as the man settled himself on the swing suspended between two tall oaks. He patted the seat next to him, indicating the woman should sit. She did so lightly. She ran a hand over the face of the child and whispered, "He is finally asleep. Poor thing, he is having so much more trouble with teething than the girls."
"He was the one who had the most trouble being born, love. Don't you remember? I thought I was going to lose you both. I was so worried that I sent for Molly, Poppy, and Minerva. Luna showed up as well, and had the idea to have us all put a hand on your stomach to send thoughts to the baby. We felt him turn, and it was only a few minutes before he was born. She may be one of our more unusual friends, but I will always remember her kindly for helping with Arkady's birth. The girls were smaller babies. Maybe we should wait a while before we try again." Viktor's voice was soft in the near dark.
Hermione merely smiled that secret smile at him and touched his face. "I don't think so, love. If there is trouble with this one," she patted her still flat stomach, "we will stop. But I think this one is a girl. We will wait and see. Obicham te,Viktor."