The room is fresh, the air still and filled with the smell that accompanies the rising sun in summer. He left the window slightly open during the night because he knows you love the smell of the morning and how the slight breeze moves the light curtains, setting the slow lighting bedroom to glow.
You love to wake up this early on Sundays. It doesn't matter if he's still sleeping or if you'll fall asleep again a little later. Being there in bed with him, surrounded by your silent home is as close to bliss as you ever imagined. You won't have to get up just yet, your children will sleep in and you'll probably have a lazy love making session with Ron a little bit later.
Sunday mornings are the best time of your week.
It's especially on those days, when you wake up an hour later to the feel of his lips trailing over your skin. The practice and years of learning your body tell him exactly where and how to touch you, replacing the joy of mutual discovery and awkwardness with honed movements and caresses.
Not for the first time, you notice how he never fails to kiss the stretch marks left on your skin by your pregnancies. He moves on to the underside of your breasts, close to your hips and navel. They're not many, but they're there, and he always kisses them tenderly.
With a sigh, caused by the rising responses to his touch, you're thankful that he still manages to make you feel loved. Your body isn't the same as it was when you first made love to him, but you feel more confident about his admiration for it now than you did back then. Your self confidence has had its high and lows for as long as you two have been together. Yet, there's something about the way he kisses you now that leaves no space for doubts, no matter how ironic that is.
Maybe that's why you've never really wondered why he paid special attention to the little scars. You remember once hearing how your mother complained she wished she could erase her own stretch marks, to which your father had replied he didn't care for them. But Ron... it was different. He acted like he actually loved them.
As he came to you and kissed your earlobe, the line of your jaw and your lips, you forgot about it to gave into the sensations. Lazy love making was one of your favourites, too. But afterwards, his head on your shoulder and his hand on your belly, the thought came back to you. And you wondered.
You feel his smile against you as he whispers, "I thought you knew."
But you don't, and now you're curious.
He rests his weight on one elbow as his free hand creates a path between the marks again, his eyes following his fingers. "You gave me my daughter and son, Hermione."
Your eyes fill with tears like you were 18 again, because when you see the love and gratefulness on his face you don't need anything else to understand what he meant.
Thanks to the lovely Missgranger2 for her help with this one :)