Chapter 1: Sleeping Angles

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Harry sat in bed watching his wife, Gabrielle, sleeping peacefully. He watched her chest rising and falling with each breath.

      "I'm the luckiest man alive," he thought to himself. She stirred in her sleep. She was waking up.

'Morning, baby," he whispered in her ear. Her eyelids fluttered then finally opened.

"Mornin'," she said groggily in-between two yawns.

"What are you looking at?" she asked noticing his stare.

"An angel sleeping," he replied to her as he got up to get dressed. He pulled on his robes and tried to smooth his untidy hair. Yet again he failed this.

"I'm going to go take a shower," Gabrielle said as she pulled a towel out of the closet.

"I'll go cook some breakfast, you want some eggs?" he asked her as he walked past the bathroom door.

"Mmm," he heard her mumble from within.

Harry looked out the window in the kitchen. All he saw was the Burrow. They had built their house next door to them so they could always be under the constant eye of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. So if they needed anything, including how to raise a child.

Gabrielle was currently two and a half months pregnant. They had been married for over a year now and had decided they wanted a child. Harry was very nervous but very excited on the inside.

Gabrielle walked down the stairs with her silver-gold hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Lookz like it'z going to be a clear beautiful day, today," she said as she looked out the window at the cloudless sky.

"Yep," Harry said. He just loved her accent. He was busy eating his egg sandwich, which he had just finished putting together.

  "Ron said something about inviting you and me over to lunch today, but I'll have to ask him about it though. I was kind of thinking about other things at the moment," he gestured towards her stomach.

"I understand…" she trailed off. She had just taken a bite of her egg sandwich, which she thought was very good.

Harry was taking a sip of pumpkin juice when his best friend, Ron, appeared with a small "pop" in his kitchen. Harry snorted into his plate; it was just like his friend to interrupt their breakfast.

"Hiya Harry, Gabrielle," Ron said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Heya, whatcha so excited about?" asked Harry.

"Yez, what iz ze problem?" asked Gabrielle looking concerned.

"Well… last night after supper…" he turned pink at the ears, "I asked Hermione to marry me!" He was now the colour of an apple.

"Finally!" exclaimed Harry, jumping up and congratulating his best friend.

"Yeah, thanks. So you guys wanna come to lunch at out house?" asked Ron trying to change the subject.

It worked.

"Sure!" Gabrielle really wanted to talk to Hermione, now that they were really good friends.

"Alright then, see you at noon," and with another small "pop" he was gone just as quickly as he came.

"Well, seems as though they finally figured it out," said Harry with a growing smile.

"Yep," she giggled.

"Well, I'm going to clean up the house a bit then we can go, considering how late we got up," Harry smiled. He got up from the table and headed upstairs, but before he did he bent over and kissed Gabrielle. Then he bolted up the stairs.

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(A/N so how do yall all like it soooooo far???? I do. Please review and I can change some things if yall want. Plzzzz R/R!)