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[clumsy_auror]

They've cleaned up from supper, and Sunny's in bed; Bernard is on his third story of the evening, trying to get her to wind down enough to sleep.

Nymphadora, on the other hand, is stretched out on the couch, her feet propped up, and a mug of tea at hand.

She's ostensibly reading, but mostly she's just thinking.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard finally emerges from Sunny's room and flops onto the couch.

"Jesus Christ. What if they're all that much trouble at bedtime?"

[clumsy_auror]

The witch picks up her feet and settles them on his lap. "Well, there is an outside chance, yes. Also, she's two, which is generally acknowledged to be the most stubborn age ever."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I dunno." Bernard starts to idly massage her feet. "I'll wager the teenage years'll be a whirligig of joy."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Let's not speak of that for another five or six years, okay? I'm gonna need time to collect myself."

A faint smile as she stretches a little, one arm flopping over her eyes.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"If our track record's any indication, we won't have time to speak of it by then." A hand slides up her calf and back. "We'll be overrun with toddlers."

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora starts laughing. "Bugger. We're going to have stairstep children, aren't we? Shall we just start calling ourselves the von Trapps now?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I don't sing."

[clumsy_auror]

"You can play the glockenspiel, then. We'll be needing backup anyhow."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Damn, and I was so hoping for the xylophone."

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, we'll see how you do at the first gig."

She smiles up at him, biting her lip a little.

"Did you see the calendar today?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"No, why?"

[clumsy_auror]

She rests her hand on her belly, still smiling.

"Halfway done."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Already?" He's boggling a little.

[clumsy_auror]

"Yup. Well, I mean," she continues, twisting a lock of long black hair around her finger, "we sort of missed the first bit. But still, yeah. I'm twenty weeks along."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Golly." He's smiling, a bit. "Seems like it's going by so fast."

[clumsy_auror]

"It is. It's nearly September." Nymphadora sighs a bit and shifts on the couch. She's been a little sore, today. "I'm gonna start to get really big in a not too long."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"I know. And we're both tall." He leans over to press a kiss to her belly.

[clumsy_auror]

"I know." Her voice is almost plaintive, and then turns mildly threatening. "If you ever knock me up with twins, Bernard Wrangle..."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me? I think any and all twins will be entirely your fault."

[clumsy_auror]

"...And how do you reckon that?"

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Er. Ovaries. Eggs. Either splitting or coming out in duplicate."

He shrugs.

"Sperm count's got nothing to do with all that."

[clumsy_auror]

"Hmph."

Nymphadora picks at the edge of the sofa cushion, still eyeing him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Innocent look. Completely innocent. Look at that innocent face.

[clumsy_auror]

Against her better judgement, she smiles a little.

"Arse."

Somehow, her hand tangles with his along the back of the couch.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard grins at her (INNOCENTLY) and slowly flops over horizontal. "Scoot over a little, geez."