"You, my darling wife, will stay put and do what you do best. Read or sleep, ouch," He leaned away from her reach after taking the light punch to his upper arm. "Nippy will make the bloody cake. Nippy?" He called and with a soft crack, Nippy appeared on the other side of the coffee table. She looked at Hermione with large and imploring eyes. She always looked like that and Hermione knew it was because she was just as eager for the child to arrive to help take care of it as anyone else in the Malfoy family was.