"What can you give a man who can buy himself the world?" Hermione questioned her husband fondly as she held their two-year-old son in her arms.
Draco wrapped his arms around his wife and son, smiling down at them as a warmth spread through him at the life they were building together.
"It would make me the happiest man in the world to see a little girl in your arms," he whispered between them, before placing a kiss on the top of his wife's soft curls. "One that looks just like her mother."
Hermione smiled. She had very good news.