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[clumsy_auror]

It isn't a nightmare.

It still wakes her, though, slowly. Like coming back into a darkened house after spending an evening in a cool garden.

She smiles into her husband's shoulder without yet opening her eyes.

This can't wait till morning. He'll want to hear.

"Bernard."

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Ngh."

He doesn't wake, but instead turns towards her, curling around her automatically.

[clumsy_auror]

"Sweetheart."

A kiss to his cheek.

"Wake up."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Whuh."

He stirs, then jumps.

"What is it?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Shhhh. It's okay."

Nymphadora rests a hand on his shoulder and pulls him back down onto the bed.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Okay." A deep breath. "Scared me."

[clumsy_auror]

"Sorry," she whispers, kissing his cheek again. "Just. Didn't wanna wait till morning."

A slow smile.

"Had a dream."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He sees her smile, and rubs one eye, fuzzy still.

"What about?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Anthony."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

One hand smooths over her belly.

He's still sleeping, maybe. No movement.

"Yeah?"

[clumsy_auror]

She nods, biting her lip, the glow on her face visible even by the dim light of the moon.

"I think-- I think he was dreaming it with me. Dream was there, and he said Anthony had wanted to see me, and then-- then it was us."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Golly."

His hand tangles with hers.

"I-- really?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah. And it was sort of--" She pauses, struggling with the words, because sometimes dreams don't quite fit into words.

And they slip away so qickly.

"--it's like he wasn't quite... done yet, you know? It was sort of like a blurry film, but some things were so clear, and it just--"

She laughs, suddenly.

"He has your eyes."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's too early in the morning for something like this.

Bernard struggles to process it all.

"He-- he does?"

[clumsy_auror]

"He does."

Nymphadora grazes her thumb across Bernard's cheekbone.

"And black hair."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He blinks, and his face lights up.

He starts to laugh, and then he's kissing her, short, ecstatic kisses to her mouth, cheeks, neck.

"Told you."

[clumsy_auror]

"You did," she agrees, laughing with him. Her heart swells, near to bursting, and she kisses him back.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well?"

He's totally awake now, and almost punchy.

"What happened?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh-- well he was playing with a little kitten, when I came, and laughing and sort of babbling, nothing I could really understand. And it was just, it was him, and he knew me and I held him and it was lovely."

She's sort of crying.

Just a little.

In a happy way.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shit, another animal lover," he jokes, unable to stop a goofy grin from spreading over his face.

He kisses a tear off the tip of her nose.

[clumsy_auror]

A thick laugh, and she nods, turning her face into his shoulder.

"He's perfect."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"'Course he is."

His hands tangle in her hair.

"After all, he's ours."

[clumsy_auror]

A soft snort, at that.

"You're so modest. 'S why I married you, really."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well, maybe I was saying that you're perfect."

[clumsy_auror]

"Sure. I see how it is."

She kisses his shoulder, and falls silent.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He rubs her back slowly, then his hand slides forward to her belly again as if pulled by gravity.

"You-- Did he-- Was he babbling in babyspeak, or--"

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah." Her hand slides across their son, too. "Knew he was talking to me, though."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard kisses her again, then slides down in the bed, under the covers, pushing her t-shirt up. Then, smiling, he presses soft kisses to her belly. Two, three, four.

"And why don't you visit me in my dreams, you little monkey?"

His voice is low. Tender.

[clumsy_auror]

There's a soft stirring, but no kick.

Still sleepy, it seems.

"He's gonna laugh like you, too," she murmurs, pleasure evident in her voice.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

His head pops out of the covers, and he looks boyish, young, with his hair mussed and his cheeks flushed.

"Yeah?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah. Don't ask me why it sounds like you. Just does."

Nymphadora rakes her fingers through his hair, mussing it futher.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He rests his head on the pillow, just looking at her.







"I dunno how you expect me to go to sleep again now."

[clumsy_auror]

A quiet laugh. "Sorry. I just figured I'd have forgotten it all by morning."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Don't think Dream'd be that cruel." A beat. "Not this Dream, anyway."

[clumsy_auror]

"Quite right."

A pause.

"Dunno that I'm gonna go back to sleep just yet, either."

She cranes her neck to look at the clock. "It's almost five-thirty. Maybe I'll have a cuppa."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He grins saucily and figures, hey.

Why not.

"Coffee, tea, or me?"

Bad pickup lines are made for times like these.

[clumsy_auror]

Rolling her eyes, Nymphadora snickers and kisses his neck. "I'm surprised you have it in you, still, after yesterday."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"You're joking, right? We definitely had more sex that day in January. Maybe even twice as much."

A lingering kiss to her earlobe.

[clumsy_auror]

His wife appears to be giving her choices quite a lot of thought.

"Tea first," she finally decides, a twinkle in her eye.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard groans as she disentangles herself and leaves the bed.

"If I'm asleep by the time you get back, woe betide you."

[clumsy_auror]

"I think I can look after myself," she says with an arch grin, pulling on her dressing gown.

Then she leans over and kisses him softly.

"But only if I need to."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thanks, that really helps."

She leaves, and he groans.

He'll never sleep now.