His hands ran through her dark auburn curls, loving the silky, soft texture of her hair. Breathing in he pressed his face into the mass of curls, closing his eyes. She stirred from her place next to him, inhaling as she rose on her elbows. Looking at him through groggy eyes she smiled.
"Good morning," she murmured softly.
"It is," he replied, covering her lips with his in a tender kiss.
He ran his hand down her neck leaving it to her rest over her heart. It was pounding as fast as his and he pulled back, sure that she was just as affected as he was from such a simple kiss. They had been married for two years but they hadn't tired of the simple, sweet things. Not even after they'd found out they were pregnant for the second time.
She looked up at him her face radiant and her eyes filled with love. She watched him as his gaze fixed on her rounded, pregnant belly, and love for their child that wasn't even born yet shone from his expression. She shifted slightly as he rested his cheek against the cotton sleep gown that covered her belly and placed his hand lower down on her protruding stomach. Running her fingers through his thick brown hair, ever unruly and sticking up everywhere, she leaned against the mound of pillows behind her on their bed, content.
"So, have you been thinking of any names?" she questioned.
He nodded, and sat up ,looking at her but keeping his hand on her belly. His hair had turned a dark black now. "I was thinking for a boy either Marcus, Heath or George. But if it's a girl either Ariana, Julia or Isabeau."
She laughed out loud, and leaned into him. "George! I don't know darling. It…it seems to grown up. Although I'm sure George would love it if we named the baby after him. Maybe James instead. After all he is your god brother."
She laughed again, before settling against his chest once more at peace. He was running his hand through her hair, his favorite thing to do when they were cuddling or talking. Listening to his heartbeat she realized that her heart was in time with his. Sighing she snuggled closer to him seeking warmth from the early morning chill that was seeping in through the open bedroom window.
"Oh Teddy," she murmured. "I'm so happy. Is it possible to die from happiness?"
"Well, I should hope not," He said, still stroking her curls. "I think that if you were to die, I wouldn't survive without you. Victoire Lupin, I love you."
She chuckled. "As if I haven't heard that a million times. That makes a million and one and I could hear it a million and one more times without ever tiring of it being said."
Teddy smiled down at her, twirling her hair around his finger. Bending his neck he kissed her.
They both turned their heads in the direction of their bedroom door, when they heard a giggle. Smiling Teddy quietly swung his legs over the bed, army crawled over to the door. Throwing it open he grabbed their two year old son around the waist and ran over to the bed, plopping him down next to his mother. Victoire tickled the little boy, laughing as he squirmed and squealed under the touch of her slender fingers. Teddy once more picked up his son, placing him this time on his lap. The little boy looked up at his father with eyes the color of his mothers and smiled.
"Now Sam, what have we told you about spying on Mum and Dad?"
Sam laughed. "Not to do it."
Victoire looked at her little boy and smiled. Chucking him lightly under the chin to get his attention, she leaned in close to his face, looking straight into his eyes.
"Have you thought about what I asked you?" She said, her eyes dancing with merriment.
Sam nodded, suddenly solemn. "Yes. If I get a baby brother his middle name's gotta be Garrett. If I get a baby sister her middle name's gonna be Rosie. Aunt Rose said so. She told me to tell you that."
Teddy laughed, ruffling Sam's hair. "Did she now? And I suppose Uncle Hugo told you to tell me to name the baby Hugo."
Sam looked confused. Shaking his head in the way only a child can do he replied: "No, he didn't. Why would he try and do that? Just cause Aunt Rose did it doesn't mean he will."
Teddy nodded. "Your right. Shall we go get some breakfast? Your mum has a delicious meal planned." He said looking straight at Victoire with a roughish grin on his face.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I do, do I? Let's go, boy. You'll be in charge of getting the bacon out and setting the table."
Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed up to a standing position. Walking awkwardly, like most pregnant women do, she took Sam's hand into hers swinging it as she walked out of the room.
Teddy watched them go, mother and son with a smile on his face. He was a lucky, lucky man. Letting out a bed he stood and followed, making jokes all the way to the kitchen.