"You are not fat, Narcissa." Lucius said. His voice was a little stern. "You look beautiful." he said, sliding his hand over her skin so that it laid atop her own hand. He couldn't fathom seeing her as anything but beautiful now. She had a healthy glow and she was carrying his child, his son, his heir. The thought of finding her fat or anything of the sort was unbelievable.
"I'm thrilled that feel well, though. And that the both of you are doing well." He would be the first top admit that he was a bit paranoid when it came to Narcissa's and the child's health.
"What should we name him?" Lucius asked, not really looking for an answer. His mother's insistent questions had prompted him to think of names lately but with the wedding and the article, it had faded from his mind. "With respect to tradition, my, our family tends to go with traditional Greco-Roman names. Abraxas, Maximus, Lucius, Scorpius and so on." He failed to acknowledge that he had said Scorpius's name most quickly.
"I am correct in thinking that your family deals in constellations, yes? Except you, my flower." There was no point in asking, he was made to memorize family trees early on. "I am sure we can find a happy medium. The sooner the better, as we can stop calling him him." He smiled at her, his hand patting hers. "Have you thought of any names yet?"