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[clumsy_auror]

'Dora's starting to idly wonder why Aziraphael invited Sunny and Anthony to the bookshop for the day. They'd been having fun, she feels, though she had forgotten to give Sunny her bath last night.

The thought is starting to worry her, a tiny bit. More than a tiny bit, even.

But she's still quite enjoying the lengthy spate of kissing she's engaged in with her husband on the sofa.

Thoughtfully, against Bernard's cheek, "...Have you thought of anything we can bribe Bar with, yet?"

Stupid Bar. Cutting off their chocolate.

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He clings.

"Miss it. Your face."

[clumsy_auror]

Nymphadora bites her lip, and then relents, because there's really no reason not to.

In fact, she suddenly finds she wants to.

So she does.

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Bernard lets out a breath he feels like he's been holding for days.

He smiles, and slides up to kiss her softly. Not like he's kissed her all weekend, at all.

"I love you."

He hasn't said that in a while, either.

[clumsy_auror]

"Yeah. Love you, too."

The blush that graces her cheeks is somehow different than the one that's been staining them for the past few days. More assured, somehow.

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He smiles again, then yawns, pulling her closer.

"Baby. Whaddaya want for dinner?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Hmm. Maybe that green bean casserole with the crunchy onions--"

Suddenly she freezes, and her eyes go wide.




"Oh sweet Merlin the kids."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"What?"

He's still pretty out of it.

"They're with the angel."

[clumsy_auror]

"Yes, Bernard, they've been with the angel for about a day and a half, now, oh sod a sodding dog--"

Suddenly she's leaping out of bed again, pulling on her shoes, scrambling for her wand.

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Bernard sits up, blinking rapidly.

Calculating.

Calculating.

Wheeeeeeels turning.

"Well. We can't get a nap in first?"

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora's half out the door when she turns back and hauls him out of bed by the collar.

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"FUCK I'm coming! Jesus fuck!"

He's sprawled on the floor, and pulling his boots on. "God."

[clumsy_auror]

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Nymphadora and Bernard stumble out the bar door into London.

They don't look like much, with their red eyes and drawn expressions.

But they do look like parents.

Thank God.