"Mom ate too many Brussels sprouts and too much Royal Cream Chicken at lunch!" Allen rubbed his slightly bloated stomach, his tone full of admiration. "Narcissa, your cooking is excellent. Even someone with no appetite would perk up at the sight of dishes that exquisite."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that." Narcissa was rather pleased by the praise. "Helga and Morgan le Fay helped me quite a lot too. The fried chicken pieces are simmered in a cream sauce with mushrooms and white wine, then sprinkled with pepper. It tastes especially rich and delicious... Draco likes it very much too."
"Let's have this again for dinner." Luna's attention shifted to the food, her golden curls falling to her shoulders as she nodded. "I can leave all my Brussels sprouts for Hermione. She likes them."
Then a head emerged from the floor. Helena shot up through it and cried hurriedly, "Father, Mother, Grandmother is about to give birth!"
"The due date moved up?" Narcissa stood up at once, a little chagrined as she blamed herself. "Morgan le Fay—her contractions have started..."
"Huh? Isn't it a stomach ache?" Allen was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly realized what Luna had meant by "her stomach started hurting." Afterward, he had used food to lead her thoughts astray...
There was no time to think any further. The group immediately headed for Morgan le Fay's room.
"Relax. Everything will go smoothly. Deep breaths... yes, breathe..." A gentle female voice comforted her from inside.
"It's all my fault for not noticing earlier..." another, rather sharp female voice said, filled with self-reproach.
"Mom?" Allen was anxious when he heard the voices. He pushed the door open and rushed straight in, only for his expression to freeze there. "Hm? This..."
The situation before him was not