Lucius smiled an uncharacteristically soft smile as his mother's hand covered his own. As much as he strived to be like his father, he had a different, special connection with his mother. She was her only surviving son, and as the date that he was to becme a father grew nearer, he was coming to respect just what that meant. "I simply cannot picture myself as a father. I mean, Father is a father..." He let the remainder hand in the air. He's father had an almost god-like quality to him. He was a level tat Lucius strived to reach but he knew that at the moment, he no where near that point.
"I can see Narcissa as a mother, however." he said, his eyes growing distant and his smile growing wider. "I can picture her pushing a pram, or rocking Draco to sleep." He turned back toward his mother, the look in his eyes betraying his love for his wife. It was obvious how comfortable he was around his mother. "Do you see how she glows, mother?" his voice had a childish, dreamy quality. "She only grows more beautiful with pregnancy."