Mrs. Malfoy's delivery was going well, not like the first time.
Mr. Malfoy stood next to her and steadfastly listened to her insults to him and just smiled softly.
Finally, Mrs. Malfoy gave birth to a healthy boy.
- Congratulations, you have a healthy boy! - said the healer.
Mister Malfoy simply nodded and Narissa breathed a sigh of relief.
- What's the name dear? - Asked Mr. Malfoy, holding a small bundle in his hands.
Narcissa thought about it and said
- The founder of the Black clan was the Supreme God of death and the underworld, he had a son with a magical woman, who was named Harold, maybe this will be the second name of our boy?
Mister Malfoy smiled, kissed Narissa on the lips with a quick kiss, and then kissed the boy on the cheeks.
- Great idea! What about his first name?
- Well, if according to the Black tradition, then Tyrus.
Lucius sighed, picked up the child in his arms and spoke.
Hello, Tyrus Harold Malfoy.
- Who will be Tyrus's godparents? Narissa asked in a soft voice.
"Hmm, we've been thinking about this, so I'm still suggesting Martini Greengrass, née Nott, for the role of godmother, and who was the godfather you suggested there?"
- I offered Felix Rozier, my relative through my mother, to be more precise, my cousin.
-Good idea dear - smile - and now, it seems someone wants to eat - looked at the already weeping Tyrus.