He heard laughing from the upstairs, and he went to see what had his son giggling so profusely. When he reached the top of the steps, he saw a certain blonde-haired witch peering around the door to the bathroom, with her wand pointed at the tub where the toddler was. Apparently, she was making his toy boat sail around in the tub, much to his delight. She had a soft smile on her face, and she kept putting a stray lock of hair behind her ear, which kept falling out of its place. He had longed to touch her hair since he had first interviewed her for the position of Nanny, but he knew that he could not. He was a Malfoy, and married to someone else. It was a great bitterness to him that the son in the bath tub was not theirs together. She had married another, and had given birth to a girl with him. He had one consolation. The Malfoy name would be passed on, while the Lovegood name would die with him.