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[clumsy_auror]

It's chilly, and so Nymphadora dons a cardigan before she and the angel go out to the back porch for a bit of a rest whilst Bernard does the dishes, and Sunny draws.

The witch looks far less worried about the world and life in general than she has, of late.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael settles himself in a chair, debating resting his feet on the porch rail but rather suspecting he'd manage to tip himself over backwards if he did so. Instead he looks at Nymphadora.

"It's lovely to see you smile, my dear."

[clumsy_auror]

"Lovely to be seen," she replies, her grin widening. Nymphadora pulls the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands and yawns a little, looking out over the lake. "So are you back? Back back?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"I shouldn't like to promise anything, not when I can't be sure of keeping it. But for the moment, dearest, it would appear that yes. I'm done."

He settles a little deeper into his chair with a contented sigh.

[clumsy_auror]

"Excellent. And will you stay with us tonight? Bernard will make fresh scones in the morning..."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"Don't you tempt me."

I know you, you old serpent.

He's quiet for a moment, and then turns to smile at her again.

"I... yes. Yes, I'd like that. The flat's too big for one."

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora's smile fades, slightly, and she reaches across the arm of her chair to twine her fingers loosely with his. "Good. You can read to Anthony and Sunny before bed."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael blinks at her for a moment or two.

"You are deeply odd. Always were, I suspect; the pregnancy's just highlighting it."

[clumsy_auror]

She laughs, at that. "What's odd about it? Just want Anthony to know your voice, is all."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"He'll have plenty of time to familiarise himself once he's not ... " Aziraphael flails. He's not quite sure of the polite way to say it.

"Nymphadora, I am not talking to your stomach."

[clumsy_auror]

"Well, why not? It's a comforting thing. Your voice will calm him down once he's born, then, is all I meant. Besides, that's why I combine it with Sunny story-time. And it's not so much my stomach as it is your godson." A grin. "If you need a reminder of his presence, just reach over here and feel -- I think he's doing some sort of jig, at the moment."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He sighs, but reaches over quickly enough. And the repeated movements against his hand make him laugh, delighted.

"What sort of story do you suppose he'd like?" His voice is hushed. Godson.

[clumsy_auror]

"Any kind at all, I reckon." She grins at the expression on his face. "He really seems to like Dr. Seuss. I expect it's the rhythm of it, y'know? So poetry in general is probably a safe bet."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He laughs again.

"Excellent. You shall have a child in rompers spouting Whitman and Neruda, you know. Just keep an eye on Crowley, my dear, and do try not to let him read any de Sade."

[clumsy_auror]

"Duly noted." Nymphadora nods firmly, grinning at him for a moment before looking out over the lake once more.



"So you're all right?"

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

He looks at her, bordering on incredulous.

"Me? I'm absolutely peachy, Nymphadora. I'm not the one that's been running around with a murderer on the loose and a disturbed demon pottering about."

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah." She sighs, looking a bit tired, and plucks at the hem of her cardigan. "I know. I just, it's better when I can see you to know you're all right." A wry smile. "I'd blame my budding mothering instinct and call it a recent phenomenon, but I think we both know that's a lot of rubbish."