Antonin pulled Hermione into his arms. If he was pleased that she seemed to finally be taking an interest in their son, he didn't say so out loud. She knew it made him happy though. Even living in her ex-lover's house on the run from those who meant them harm, they'd been the happiest together as a family that they'd ever been in thirteen years of marriage. She knew she had the absence of potions and memory charms to thank for that development.