Lisabel frowned at her son. Of course he would react like that, but she was hoping he could see what she would want.

"Dimitri! I'm only 38 years old. Many, MANY people are having children much later in their life, and I... well you were off travelling, which I'm so proud of, and Zhenya is away at Hogwarts. And you know, we had to send her to Russia when you started Hogwarts because nobody could take care of her, and we feel guilty about not being there during those years. We have just been talking about it, and think it's something we would both like to do," she explained.

In the distance, the front door opened, and for one brief moment Lisabel was scared that she had forgot to lock the door and it was a stranger - but then she remembered Alexander would be home soon.

Alexander Burton walked inside, brushing the December snow from his hair. He took off his laboratory jacket, and hung it on the coat rail, put down his briefcase, and walked through the passageway to the kitchen to greet his wife. He stopped in his tracks though, at the sight of his son.

"DIMA DIMA!!" he roared, his stressed face breaking out in a kind smile. He walked over and pulled his son into a deep hug, feeling all the weight of his shoulders disappear. He hadn't seen his son in almost two years, and had been worried for him the moment he left.