Lucius entered the delivery room with a cold expression on his face, which was ruined by the excitement practically shining in his grey eyes.
The first thing he noticed was the sadness and agony echoing in the small room.
The nurses, who were looking at him sympathetically, weren't saying a word. After all, everybody knows that the older Malfoy's anger know no bounds.
"Can someone please tell me where my child and my wife is?" asks Lucius. After being met with silence, he starts to become angry."Now." says Lucius in his steely voice.
"Mr. Malofy, I'm sorry that I am the bearer of such terrible news. Your wife, did...not make it."
"And my child?" asks Lucius in a hushed choked voice."The nurses all brightened considerably. "Oh, young Draco is doing just fine. Hasn't made a single peep."
"I would like to see him. Now, if you would." said Lucius.
The nurses all quickly bring out young Draco, and place him in Lucius's hands.
"Hello, young Draco, only been here a few minutes, and already has caused such destruction. You are a curse blessing."
Draco just started to whimper, and was starting to wriggle, which was not a successful attempt.
"Don't cry, daddy's here."
Yes, Lucius thought as the infant calmed down considerably. A cursed blessing indeed, but always will be more of a blessing.