"Well, yes! I don't want them to be so entitled. They'll be lovely and kind with your eyes and my hair." Parvati had her own stream of thoughts blazing through her head. Images of chubby little babies and well mannered, kind children. "Draco, I can barely wait! You will look so hot with our little baby in your arms." What? What was so wrong with five galleon sweaters? They were ever so quaint!
Her eyelids lowered at her husband's serious statement and Parvati's body felt warm. "Promise?" It was not a demanding command for affection or reassurance. Instead, Parvati's voice was just as serious and low, asking for a vow. "I'm sorry I'm being so silly-" The tears kept sliding down her cheeks, "I'm crying and it's so frivolous, but I love you so much it feels like an ache."