"Draco, he’s only two months old. His schedule is not exactly harrowing. It’s mainly sleeping, eating, and pooping. Plus your mother is literally in the attached suite, sleeping right next to our son. Because you’re both neurotic and I gave up fighting it long ago. You need to stop worrying so much." She peppers feather-light kisses up his jawline until she reaches his ear. She sees something flicker across his face, but it’s gone before she can really figure out what it was. 