Watching Draco care for their child made something warm blossom in her chest. He always took the time to press kisses to Scorpius’ fingers, his toes, his belly or his cheeks, laughing and talking all the while. Love was etched into every corner of his face and the fond smile on his lips didn’t waver, even when Scorpius reached for the still fading dark mark. A recent development. Only weeks ago, Draco would’ve flinched away, convinced touching it would sully their child.