The moon was in two days, and since he had been so busy with work lately, Remus was a little more clingy than usual, but Hermione couldn’t say she minded. She ran her hands through his hair as he spoke to their daughter, soaking up every second. Magic was a wonderful thing, and one simple spell told them the sex of their child long before muggle technology could. She was barely showing, but it didn’t stop Remus and Draco from talking to her stomach like it was a fully formed entity.