“ ..And they are… healthy? “

Lysandre asked, staring at the baby on your chest… tilting his head.

You nodded, smiling tiredly at the father of your child. He hesitantly reached out and gently caressed the infants head.

“ . . . Beautiful. “

He mumbled softly, fingers grazing the baby’s cheek.

“ You did a- an amazing job… you should be proud. “

Lysandre stood at his full height— And there was a look of .. regret? In his eyes.

“ But- I— I do not think.. it would be a good idea for me to. . . stay. If anyone were to find out who I was— You, and our child, would be in danger. “

He fished something from his pocket. A ring of keys.

“ A home. A big one. Plenty of room for the little one to play and for you to be comfortable and not to worry ever again. “

Lysandre cupped your face gently- Placing a kiss to your lips… there were tears in his eyes.

“ I..I’ll— I’ll attempt to be in touch. “

He whispered.

“ I love you. “