Tears seemed to gather in his eyes, and he wiped them away with his shoulder, looking down at his new daughter. Both of them chuckled, more out of fear and happiness than humor, while the medi-witches swooped in, laying a towel on the babe. A hand wrapped around her shoulder, a chin resting on her other. "Childbirth is gross, yet wonderfully beautiful, isn’t it?" Pansy asked, whispering into her ear.