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Oct. 5th, 2005 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorA shower helped. Nymphadora still couldn't quite breathe properly, even after standing in the steam for what felt like ages, but it was an improvement, and she'd take what she could get.
Her wet hair hung, blue-black, in a sheet down her back, her flannel pajamas warm and soft against her skin. The witch padded out towards the living room, which was strangely quiet, and then paused in the doorway.
Bernard lay stretched out on the couch, fast asleep, Sunny curled up on his chest. One of his broad hands rested on her back, which was rising and falling with her slow, even breaths. A pile of story books lay beside the couch, one still half-open in Bernard's limp hand.
A small smile on her face, Nymphadora silently stepped closer and brushed a few wisps of hair away from Sunny's face before carefully picking the toddler up and cradling her against her shoulder. Sunny stirred, muttering in her sleep, but Nymphadora rubbed her back and murmured soothing words as she carried her down the hall. Sunny was already in her pajamas, thank Merlin, and Nymphadora simply had to locate Jemma (under the dresser) and the blanket (beneath a sketchpad) to tuck in beside her daughter.
She stood and looked down at the sleeping child for a moment, so peaceful and so lovely, and then walked back out into the living room.
Her husband was sitting up, having woken with the loss of a very warm toddler from atop his person, and rubbing his eyes. "Hey." Bernard's voice was raspy, sleep-hazed.
"Hi," she replied quietly, standing over him, resting one hand in his copper-bright hair. "You should go to bed."
"Okay," he yawned, catching her hand and kissing the palm. "Coming with me?"
Nymphadora shook her head. "Slept most of the day. Not tired just yet."
"Okay, then." He leaned back against the couch once more. "I'll stay with you."
"Don't have to."
"Want to."
She smiled softly, and sat down beside him. "I want you to, too."
"All right, then." A slight grin. "That's settled." He stretched his arm around her, pulling her close, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You look better."
"I feel a bit better, yeah."
"Good." Settling Nymphadora's head against his chest, Bernard gently ran his thumb along her cheekbone. "Think I can risk kissing you yet?"
There was a long pause, and then a hearty snnnnnnnk from the direction of his wife.
"...I'll take that as a no."
Her wet hair hung, blue-black, in a sheet down her back, her flannel pajamas warm and soft against her skin. The witch padded out towards the living room, which was strangely quiet, and then paused in the doorway.
Bernard lay stretched out on the couch, fast asleep, Sunny curled up on his chest. One of his broad hands rested on her back, which was rising and falling with her slow, even breaths. A pile of story books lay beside the couch, one still half-open in Bernard's limp hand.
A small smile on her face, Nymphadora silently stepped closer and brushed a few wisps of hair away from Sunny's face before carefully picking the toddler up and cradling her against her shoulder. Sunny stirred, muttering in her sleep, but Nymphadora rubbed her back and murmured soothing words as she carried her down the hall. Sunny was already in her pajamas, thank Merlin, and Nymphadora simply had to locate Jemma (under the dresser) and the blanket (beneath a sketchpad) to tuck in beside her daughter.
She stood and looked down at the sleeping child for a moment, so peaceful and so lovely, and then walked back out into the living room.
Her husband was sitting up, having woken with the loss of a very warm toddler from atop his person, and rubbing his eyes. "Hey." Bernard's voice was raspy, sleep-hazed.
"Hi," she replied quietly, standing over him, resting one hand in his copper-bright hair. "You should go to bed."
"Okay," he yawned, catching her hand and kissing the palm. "Coming with me?"
Nymphadora shook her head. "Slept most of the day. Not tired just yet."
"Okay, then." He leaned back against the couch once more. "I'll stay with you."
"Don't have to."
"Want to."
She smiled softly, and sat down beside him. "I want you to, too."
"All right, then." A slight grin. "That's settled." He stretched his arm around her, pulling her close, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You look better."
"I feel a bit better, yeah."
"Good." Settling Nymphadora's head against his chest, Bernard gently ran his thumb along her cheekbone. "Think I can risk kissing you yet?"
There was a long pause, and then a hearty snnnnnnnk from the direction of his wife.
"...I'll take that as a no."
