Parvati listened to her husband pour his thoughts out. Her red-rimmed eyes were like the tides of the ocean, swelling and filling with tears that had yet to fall. “Oh, Draco-“ She uttered, “You’re nothing like your father, I know that. You are a better man. And that really isn’t how I see your work, I mean, I understand that maybe it feels like that, but I am so proud of you every day.” She took his hands into hers and squeezed tight. Parvati truly gushed about Draco’s intelligence and knack for business to everyone, except perhaps Draco himself. “I collect every single news article about you, you know? I scrapbook it – all your victories and battles. I appreciate every unique idea you have. I suppose I don’t really tell you that often enough … I guess because I think that maybe if I told you how much I like what you do, that you might use that as an excuse to do it more and forget me.” She couldn’t meet his eyes just yet.
“The thing is, you have this other thing to focus on, to work at. A whole separate life from me. Can you not understand how that makes me jealous sometimes? I don’t have that – and don’t say my charities are equivalent – it’s different. I want to create things too, Draco. I am so lonely here without you, I can’t even describe it-“ Her nose stuffed up, Parvati’s voice took on a clouded tone. “A baby would give me something to focus on, someone else to love, something to give me purpose.” Crystalline tears clumped her eyelashes before falling. “I’m just lonely-“ She smiled awkwardly, running the tips of her fingers beneath her eyes. "I understand you want to wait."
Spencer meanwhile, was taken back. “What? No way – the infallible Dina Dunstan was hurt by me?” He gave her a quirky little smile before it faded. Her face looked so earnest that Spencer was perplexed. “Hey, come on-“ He reached out and tugged at her hair, “I was just pulling your pigtails at the time, and I think we were fairly even. I seem to remember it all starting because you made some snide comment about how much effort I put into my hair.” He was a boy and therefore mentally blocked, for Spencer had been much, much harder on Dina than she was on him.