Breaths
Cheek to cheek, you press yourself closer to the other. Time has no meaning and has no hold on you. Fate can wait, the world can have their saviour later, now it's just you. Just them. Now you can say we. A complete unit, as you've not been a part of before. This, an experience you've wished from the time you knew what you really wanted. Can anyone fault you for wanting this moment to last forever? Perhaps so, but it will be a cold day in hell before you allow anyone to take it away from you. Breaths mingling, you look down at the bundle in your wife's arms, the miracle you'd never imagined you'd be granted. James Sirius Potter, welcome home.
Content
I'm sitting at the table writing. Or rather, I'm supposed to be writing. I've quite forgotten what I'm supposed to be writing about. But one thing's for certain, I'll never get any of it done. The wife is yelling at the son and the daughter is wailing in the background, the other son is still seated at the opposite end staring at his homework like he wants the thing to combust and tapping his pencil on the table in a truly obnoxious manner. He'll never be content with me going over there and giving him the answers and I'll never be content at helping him with just one question. And the whole family will never be content with keeping silent so I can work. I don't care. Work can wait, for now I'll try and absorb as much of the sights and sounds of my family. Tomorrow is another day, and my report was due yesterday. Oh damn.
Intruder
It was the middle of the night, and Harry Potter's eyes snapped open. Something had changed, but Harry did not know what it was. Pulling his wand out from under his pillow, he got out of bed. Or he tried to. He noticed an odd weight on the blankets. Peering at the bed illuminated in the moonlight, he noticed a lump, with bright blue hair nestled in his wife's arms. Smiling softly, he placed a soft kiss upon the intruder's forehead, scooted closer, and went back to sleep.