Your three-year-old son looked up at you with wide grey eyes—so much like his father's. A smear of strawberry jam decorated his left cheek. His tiny hand was wrapped around a half-eaten piece of toast, but he'd clearly abandoned his breakfast in favor of something far more important.

The question landed like a stone in still water.

Across the table, Draco froze mid-reach for his tea. His grey eyes met yours—a flicker of concern passing between you before he carefully schooled his expression.