What can I say? I miss your eyes
Nothing more
What can a love song provide?
Nothing more

It was magic, or that’s what Seamus thought. It was magic waking up next to Meg. Her gentle manner, her brown curls, and her beautiful hazel eyes. Everything about her was magic in Seamus’s eyes. He breathed the warm sugary scent of Meg in and tried not to sigh in blind love. He looked over at her, still sleeping. He reached over and put his arm around her midsection. He lay like that for a few moments.

“…and then Jimmy said that his mother told him to say that! Funny, right?” Meg said, telling Seamus about her day at work. He smiled and nodded.

He looked at the clock on the radio of the car. It was nearly ten o’clock. He wouldn’t be home until one in the morning. He looked at the car seat next, at his cell phone that Meg had convinced him to buy for when he was away. He smiled at that. It was the fact that she was so concerned about him that made him lover her even more, if that was possible. He decided to pick it up and dialed their home phone number.

“Seamus,” Seamus answered. “And her name’s not Meg Logan. It’s Meg Finnigan.” His Gryffindor courage was pumping in. His shorter stature would be nothing to Richard’s muscular build in a fist fight, but his anger was getting to him. Seamus pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbow. Richard laughed heartily.

“That sounds worthwhile,” she said sarcastically, lying down next to him. He chuckled heartily, getting into a more comfortable position. They each crawled under the blankets and turned out their lights. Meg snuggled up to Seamus and he wrapped his arm around her.

Full chaptered flashbacks are over.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you,” the voice said. It became more and more familiar the longer it spoke. Seamus couldn’t put his finger on whose voice it was, but he knew it. Everything about it was familiar. He couldn’t precisely say who was speaking, though.

“Seamus, you need to go to bed,” she said, rubbing circles on his back. He shook his head and looked back at the letters he had strewn across the counter before him. Meg picked one up.

When she had finished stretching, she sat up slightly and rested her head on Seamus’s chest. She placed her hand on his stomach and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She twisted one of her legs around his and buried her head further into his chest.

He looked to the clock. It was only a bit after eight o’clock. Meg tended to retire early, seeing as she had a newborn and a toddler to look after. Seamus had a certain respect for her in the aspect of life. The last time he had been left alone for the day with Isaac, he wound up taking multiple naps after Meg got home. On a day to day basis, Meg managed to stay awake through Isaac’s naptime and still be awake by the time Seamus got home from his work at the Ministry. He did not have a big job there, but it earned them money.