"Careful! Careful Luna!" Draco ordered his wife as they made their way through the front door of their home.

"Draco, I'm fine," she assured him with a smile as she continued to walk despite her husband's constant chiding for her to take it slow.

Draco felt like he needed to be holding his wife's hands and guiding her rather than holding the latest addition to their family.

"How'd it go?" Theo asked the couple as they came into the den of the home. Theo was the only person that the young Malfoy's trusted to keep their two boys out of trouble while they had rushed to the hospital. He was currently holding Aires who was enjoying intensely sucking his thumb

"Well what do you say Favon?" Luna asked the little blue bundle in her husband's arms.

"Another boy! Hey Di! Come here!"

In an instant, a little blonde boy rounded the corner of the kitchen and rushed in as soon as he saw his parents.

"Mommy! Daddy!" he squealed as he ran towards his mother's open arms.

"Luna!" Draco groaned, drawing out her name for far longer than he needed to.

"You just gave birth,"

"Three days ago!" Luna interrupted her husband.

"You shouldn't be lifting anything!" Draco continued, as if Luna had never uttered a word.

"So who we got here?" Theo asked, peering over Draco's arms to get a glimpse of the newest Malfoy. And it was also to change the subject.

Draco smiled broadly, looking down at the baby he held.

"This," Draco began.

"Is Favon. Favon Theodore Malfoy,"

The look that crossed Theo's face at that moment was utterly priceless.

"I do believe the Wrackspurts have gotten to you again Theo," Luna claimed as Theodore stood there quite frozen to his spot.

"Our news seems to have left him utterly gobsmacked," Draco mused to his wife, leaning over slightly so that she would be the only one to hear him.

"The-theodore? You named him after m-me?" Theo asked once he had finally found his voice again.

"Of course Theo! We agreed on the name months ago when we first found out it was another boy," Luna told him as she tickled her eldest son, causing him to giggle excitedly.

"Would you like to hold him?" Draco asked his best mate.

"C-can I?" he whispered, as if it were against some sort of unsaid rule.

"Of course! Here,"

Draco traded his newest son for his second one who eagerly accepted his father's embrace, wrapping his tiny arms around Draco's neck as far as they could go.

"Hi there little guy! I'm your Uncle Theo," Theo was so enraptured with the infant, that he didn't notice the other members of the family slip into the kitchen.

Theo moved to his favorite seat of the Malfoy family sofa and peered down at the tiny little face of his "adopted" Nephew.

"Let me tell you a secret Fave. Something that'll be just between the two of us. You're gonna grow up in a great family. You're grandpas' are both crazy, you grandma's sweet and is gonna spoil you rotten. You have two older brothers who are going to look out for you every step along the way. Your mother is the kindest being on the planet and will always kiss your scraped knees. And your father…"

Here Theo paused, a smile spreading across his face.

"Your father is a great guy, my best mate, and he won't ever let anything happen to you. He's been through a lot, but I promise you this. If you grow up to be just like him, it will be the best thing that you can possibly do,"

Luna soon came out from the kitchen, retrieving her son and explaining to Theo that Favon desperately needed to go down for a nap.

Draco had just finished putting Aires to bed when he came back out to the den where a thoroughly exhausted looking Theodore Knot was waiting for him.

He sat down beside his best friend and clapped him on the shoulder, thanking him for watching his sons for the past few days.

Theo nodded in reply.

"I also wanted to thank you for what you said earlier. To my son," Draco said, looking across the room.

"It was all true. Every single word,"

A genuine smile curled at Draco's lips as he pulled his best friend into a hug.

Theo eagerly returned the embrace, true joy coursing through his very veins for the man he considered a brother.

Neither one of them saw the ear-splitting grin that spread across the face of the young woman as she stood in the doorway, gazing upon the pair.

"Yes," Luna thought to herself.

"I believe the Wrackspurts are long gone now,"