Narcissa returned the kiss and got comfortable next to Lucius, enjoying the connection of their hands together on her round stomach. At a few days shy of seven months pregnant, it was very obvious at even the shortest glance that Narcissa was very pregnant. She wasn't any larger than she should be, but she was quite naturally slight and so her stomach seemed almost comically disproportionate to her frame. Now, clad only in a long nightgown, she felt slightly dizzy from potions and lingering fear. Lucius' calming, reassuring words soothed her incredibly, and she felt a surge of emotion.
"He will be beautiful. He will, I hope, look just like his father," Narcissa said softly, resting her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes. "I love you, Luc. Thank you for coming home and staying with me."
Lucius was a Malfoy, which obviously carried much political power, and he was also a great man. She knew things about him that many people did not know, things perhaps that they would think him lesser for, but she found the more she knew, the more she loved him. He still mourned his long dead brother, and he had been ill as a child, and he still had lingering health issues... and Narcissa loved him dearly for every little quirk and chink. It seemed so foreign to her that they hadn't been able to express that before, until they found out that Narcissa was pregnant. To others, Lucius may be cold and detached, but with Narcissa, he was caring and warm. Perhaps it wasn't something Narcissa had been raised to value, but Lucius' care for her made her feel incredibly special. Her father had never given her that much attention, never gifted her with that much tenderness. She felt very lucky to have a man like Lucius in her life.
"I could not do this without you. I would not want to," Narcissa added, her voice low. Expressing love was becoming easier for her, but gratitude was a little more foreign. "Thank you."