"Yes, and you don't have to tell me every time he does." Draco paused in the doorway to watch his wife stroke the long and soft blond hair of their daughter. Orion was curled into his mother's side on the other side of the hideous sofa Hermione insisted on mending every time Draco even thought about throwing it out. Orion kept fiddling with his mother's Mungo's nametag on her chest, a pout starting to form around his lips.