Lily and Antonin
Ah, that would make more sense. Antonin had only a vague memory of what Charlus looked like, but red hair wasn't a feature that came to mind when he thought back. It had been a very long time ago, after all. And well, it was one of those details that was hardly important.
Antonin looked at Lily's bulging belly, drawn back several years in his memories when his own wife Elena carried their children, and their own thrill at learning the sex of their children. It was a wonderful and conflicting feeling all the same. "I see," he said quietly, "it is your first?"