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"Unkl Ronnie!" Victoire squealed when she saw him, and ran up to him in a flurry of laughter and blonde hair. Her blue eyes filled with joy as she jumped into his arms. The happiness was evident on his face when she gave him a hug and leaned up to his face to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Annie Mineeeee!" She exclaimed, drawing my unofficial title out when she saw me standing in the kitchen behind Ron. He set her down and she walked unsteadily, but quickly, over to me, giving me a giant hug once I picked her up. The hug was accompanied with a wet and sloppy kiss on the cheek. I laughed as she wiggled out of my arms and ran back over Ron again.

Minutes later they were sitting together on the floor in front of the fire place playing with Victoire's new doll as I sat on the couch and watched my boyfriend play with the adorable little two-year old.

He made little voices and pretended to talk out of the dolls mouth. She giggled in delight and tried to make a grab at the doll, but his reflexes moved it before she could take it from his hands. She kept grabbing for it and grabbing for it, shrieking with laughter as he teased her. Finally, he took the doll and slowly moved it in towards her face. She sat, eyes wide and mouth open in a cute little "O" until it reached her stomach and she burst out into a fit of giggles.

"'Top! 'Top, Unkl Ronnie!" she screamed with glee in her broken language as he continued to tickle her. They eventually calmed down and he took her into his lap and she sat on his legs facing him, a big smile on her face.

She took his face in her small, little hand and took the other fingers, pointing to his nose, then his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, telling him sternly to repeat after her. He did, and tried to keep a straight face but couldn't resist the urge, and was soon grinning with elation of spending time with his first and (so far) only niece.

My stomach was slowly filling with a wonderful flying feeling. It felt like a million butterflies had been squished into my stomach and were trying desperately to come out. And it was the best feeling in the world. Everything that I thought I had seen in Ron was coming together in this moment. The tenderness that he was portraying, the sweetness that he was showing, the fatherly aspect of himself that he was demonstrating was warming my body from my toes way up to tallest hairs on my head.

And if I'm going to be honest here (which I am) it was such a bloody turn on! The way that he was holding her and tickling her and playing with her was creating a pool of warmth in my stomach and was superheating my head. I gave a gasp as she stopped crying from her fall on the carpet when he took her in his arms.

"Mione?" he asked me uncertainly, "Are you okay?" He set Victoire down with her doll and walked over to me on his knees. He squatted in front of me and took my face in his hands. "Honey, you're burning up! Are you okay?" I nodded. "Are you absolutely sure?" he asked me again. It was cute how he was so concerned and everything but I really wanted him to just shut up.

So I kissed him, full on the lips, pressing mine against his right in front of Victoire.

"Yuuuucky!" she giggled, "Minee and Ronnie kissin'!" I pulled away after a couple seconds, giving him one last short kiss on the lips and giving him a giant kiss.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear.

"I love you."

A/N: Totally and absolutely inspired by my friend, Camden. When I went to his house the other day, his stepsister, who's two, was there. This is the story that I wrote in reaction to them together. It was so adorable, you have no idea. It's my favorite memory of him. So this is what I wrote, trying to capture the sweetness of what I saw. It didn't really turn out how I expected though. I wasn't turned on by Camden, and I certainly didn't make out with him after I saw him and his sister playing together.

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