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[clumsy_auror]

"Bernard, it'll be fine. I Apparated Crowley home from Iraq that one time, didn't I?"

Nymphadora raises an eyebrow at her husband, expectant.

Down at the alley's opening, the traffic of Charing Cross Road whizzes merrily by, and the sidewalks are filled with people out soaking up the bright afternoon sunshine.

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He takes a healthy swig and sighs, patting her head. "Never mind. Drink your water."

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She complies, still confused. "You're weird."

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"You like it."

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Grinning into her glass, she drains it, and then crawls back into bed beside Bernard. "I cannot deny it, I'm afraid. It's a comfort to my own quirky nature."

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Bernard stretches and slides down further under the covers, yawning. "...Meaning that you're weirder than I am, in the end, but you need me to make you seem more normal."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Yes. Er. No? Oh, bugger it, who cares."

'Dora yawns too, and curls around him, her hand smoothing up and down his side.

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Bernard smiles and puts his water on the bedside table, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"...I gotta get you to drink tequila more often."

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"Mmph. Only on special occasions. 'Cause babies, an' whatnot." A kiss to his chest.

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He threads his fingers through her hair. "Not always, though. They do stop breastfeeding eventually."

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"Yeah, jus' in time for another one to come along, I know how it's gonna be." A long sigh. "Don' mind, though."

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"Me neither," Bernard murmurs, turning to shut off the bedside lamp, then curling around her again. "Like to see who we can come up with next."

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A lazy smile, as 'Dora settles her head on his shoulder, her index finger tracing patterns on his chest.

"Maybe another little girl, this time."

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Bernard smiles, too, and kisses the crown of her head. "That would be nice."

Then he blinks, and pokes her hip gently. "Hey. Don't be getting any clever ideas just yet, though. Like to see Anthony mobile and maybe talking and doing for himself a bit beforehand."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh, don't worry, no complaints from here. I've just gotten my body back, mostly, and I've no desire to revert to my duck-like state just yet."

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"Well. I love your body no matter what. I do like being able to fuck you face to face again." He strokes her hip for emphasis. "But I also like the new curves. You were so thin for a while. It scared me a little."

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"Well, when I was working so much, I didn't always remember to eat." She shrugs, just a little sheepish. "I know better now."

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His voice is soft, reassuring. "I know you do, sweetheart."

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Craning her neck up, Nymphadora kisses him gently, almost chastely. "Thanks. For... stuff."


Yeah, she's really articulate at the moment.

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It's as good a declaration of love and appreciation as any. Maybe even better than most.

Bernard kisses her back, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're welcome. There's always more stuff where that stuff came from."

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She beams, pleased he understands, and then nestles down beside him again. "Good. 'S the plan." A massive yawn.

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Bernard pulls the covers up just a bit, and rubs her back slowly, beginning to drift off, himself.

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Dimly, as Nymphadora drifts off to sleep, she recognizes that tomorrow the real world will return. And that'll mean good things, like kids and friends and home, and it'll also mean -- it'll mean the Ministry, and the War, and Merlin knows what else.

But not for always.

Sighing a little, she tightens her arm around Bernard, protectively, and falls asleep.

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The tightening of her arm nearly wakes Bernard; but he's too tired and too tipsy to register it as anything more than her usual sleepy cling. He smiles and drops a kiss on her cheek, drifting again, with the scent of her hair in his nose, and the sound of the ocean in his ears.