His brow furrowed as he touched her stomach, waiting to feel a little foot. The force of his coming son, he was certain it would be a boy, was enough to give an odd look towards his wife. “I have been through a great deal of pregnancies, Lily. We are going to have our hands full with this one.”
All that did was earn a sigh from the eighteen year old, as she tried to get comfortable, grimacing as their child -- Salazar was sure it was a boy -- did somersaults in the womb, making her feel a bit dizzy.
“Well, as you’re the only one who’s ever been a parent, I look to you for advice.” It wasn’t like she knew anything about babies, never having been in secondary with Petunia to learn about them, never having her mother teach her about them.
“He’s strong. Quidditch star, definitely, like his mum,” she smiled weakly, dancing her fingers along her belly.