"She's crying."
"You're crying." He sighs. "She won't stop if you don't stop."
"Because she won't stop!"
"Potions ingredients," he mutters darkly. "It's not too late."
Arms offer comfort.
Lips touch skin.
His voice whispers sweetness.
Sobs become hiccups, then stop.
Wide tea-coloured eyes stare up at him through tears. "You went to her first."
"Fucking hell, of course I did." His voice turns to silk. "Because you will take longer."
Baby nestles in bed.
Arms offer comfort, again.
Lips touch skin, again.
His voice whispers sweetness, again.
Again.
And again…
Shhh...
Good night.