There was much to prepare for. A new nursery had to be picked from the myriad of empty rooms in the manor and furnished accordingly, for he would not have Lucio and his development stunted by the overwhelming presence of a newborn. It would have to be in the same wing as Lucio’s nursery, however, to facilitate things. They’d hired a midwife for Lucio’s birth—he would look into hiring another. Last time Draco had insisted on a homebirth but this time around thought it would make more of a spectacle if he insisted Hermione go to Mungoe’s. He would send an anonymous tip to the Prophet’s reporters and have them swarm the place in hopes of getting the news or a photo firsthand to splash across the next day’s paper. Due to the circumstances of the time around Lucio’s birth, Draco had elected to keep his heir a secret until later on, and Hermione hadn’t argued with him on that front. There had been a celebration the day he had finally presented his infant son to his followers, and while that had gone quite well, this time he would have fanfare. Let the news dominate society, that Lord and Lady Malfoy had welcomed another child to their legacy. He pictured it all with great anticipation.