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[clumsy_auror]

Everyone's been cleaned up, and is safe and snug in warm pajamas, settled down in the big bed.

Nymphadora's horribly tired, but too euphoric and too busy grinning like an idiot to sleep.

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"And I love you," he replies, grinning against her lips.

"Look what you did."

[clumsy_auror]

She snickers. "Indeed. I'm quite something."

A pause, and she looks down to where her son is industriously sucking on her finger.

"...I think it might be time to try the, uh... yes."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...The what?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Breakfast," she informs him. "Here, can you hold him while I, y'know... get ready?"

Nymphadora transfers Anthony into Bernard's arms, so careful -- like he's made of glass.

Then she unbuttons her pajamas, and appears to be mentally going through a checklist.

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Bernard's eyes bug out a little, for a second, because, hello. There is a newborn infant. And it is his.

And it's staring at him.

And then he's distracted.

Because, breast.

...This shouldn't be hot, should it?

[clumsy_auror]

"Right. Okay."

Deep breaths.

'Dora takes back the baby, and mutters the steps to herself.

(Of course she's memorised them.)

Attempt number one: fails utterly.

Attempt number two: close, but no cigar.

Attempt number three: bingo.

"...Uh."

Nymphadora stares down at her son, who is happily nursing, and then blinks rapidly.

"This is maybe the strangest thing I've ever done."

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"Really? Even the...?"

[clumsy_auror]

"...Well, I'll give it a close second, anyway."

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Bernard turns his face into her neck, laughing, then looks down at Anthony. And marvels.

"Geez, look at him go. That's a good tap, that is."

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora rolls her eyes.

"Once a Barman, always a Barman, apparently."

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Softly, "Shut up. You like it."

He lifts a hand and cups the back of Anthony's head, his fingers sliding over hers.

[clumsy_auror]

"I do."

Another kiss to his cheek.

"So proud of you, you know."

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He blinks, his thumb rubbing over the back of hers softly. "What for? Hardly did anything."

[clumsy_auror]

"No, just a general..." She laughs quietly. "Who you are and what you do, sort of proud. Seems like the day to say it."

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And now his flush, never really gone, burns.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

"Figure you know how proud I am of you by the way I swagger around bragging, but, just in case. I am."

[clumsy_auror]

Softly, "Thanks. And yeah. I know. I--"

Then she blinks.

Anthony's not eating any more, and is instead staring up at his parents.

"...You cannot be full. Other side? Let's try the other side."

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Bernard cocks his head to one side, as Anthony sets to with even more vigor than before.

"...Maybe that one's chocolate."

[clumsy_auror]

She laughs. "No. Strawberry."

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He cackles, and Anthony jumps, dribbling just a little bit in surprise.

Get used to it, kid.

[clumsy_auror]

"Shhhhh, lovely," she says, laughing, and rocks him just a little. "It's all right."

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And Bernard blinks, and his smile turns soft.

"Look at you."

[clumsy_auror]

A flush. "Look at what?"

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"Told you you'd be fine. And you're better than fine." He leans forward to kiss her again. "It's like breathing, for you."

[clumsy_auror]

She smiles warmly, and lets her lips linger on his.

This, right here -- this is good.

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It is.

He kisses her again quickly, once, twice.

Then laughs.

"Is it weird that I wanted to kiss you the whole time you were in labor, but I was afraid you'd bite right through my lip?"