"Yes, we're really happy," Miles echoed Daphne's words, wondering if she could tell that he meant it over just saying it for Liam's sake.
Four months. It would all change then. It seemed like a very long time, yet no time at all. "No, it's before Christmas, so the baby can have its first Christmas with all of us." He laughed at the question about sleeps. "About a hundred and twenty. Can you count that high?" he didn't think Liam could, but if he was determined enough, he might just try.
At the assertion he wanted it to be a boy, he did laugh, ruffling his hair. "Oh well you know that girls do play quidditch, and you want to know a secret?" He leaned in and spoke in a loud whisper. "Sometimes they played better than daddy." He gave Daphne a sly grin as they all started to get ready to go to Hogsmeade.
"So are we ready?" he asked as he held out the portkey. Daphne had Nigel, and Miles hoisted Liam up onto his shoulders as they touched the portkey and he tapped his wand to it once. They were on their way.