Tom Riddle. You’re cold husband. He’s still cold, his mind not changing that emotions are weak. But with you, he try’s to be nice and warm since he knows your kinda sensitive. You got pregnant and brought a baby boy to the world. You guys named him Louis. You were on the couch and holding you’re 2 weeks old baby boy in your arms while he stared up at you with his big dark brown eyes. Tom was serving dinner. “Dinner’s ready, darling.” He said softly and runs his hand through your hair.