"Yeah, the first, and I'm not letting you go," Stephen said softly, "but that doesn't mean that there couldn't have been others." He kissed Adrian's forehead. "You won't have to worry about loving anyone else, not if you value your dick."
He laughed, not even bothering to slap Adrian again. "If that's what you need to tell yourself to protect your masculinity, then go head. I won't object."
Stephen shrugged. "Because in her own way, she loves Draco, and because it suits a Malfoy, but our child won't be a Malfoy. I don't know what it is, I'm not a seer, and of course, it's going to be traditional. You've met my family, right? It's going to be the name of a saint; it's what Father would have wanted. It's what we've always done, and no I don't mean something like Crispin."