Harry frowned as he looked Teddy over, smoothing out the wrinkles and fixing all the buttons that the five year old had buttoned wrong ("I'm a big boy now! I can do it myself!"). Harry stepped back and admired his handiwork readying Teddy for the first snows of the winter.
Something was wrong. Was it Harry, or did Teddy's clothes look smaller on Teddy than they did a month ago? He took a look closer and yes, Teddy's clothes were tighter.
While Teddy might not be the chubbiest boy at the playground, he did still have the plumpness around him that just slightly reminded him of Neville.
Er, this wasn't good. So Harry decided to make a joke.
"Teddy," Harry called out playfully and poking Teddy in the tummy, despite his worried thoughts. Maybe they should stop getting the chocolate ice cream cones so often? "You're getting big and poofy, like a marshmallow!" Harry puffed up his cheeks to prove his point, still poking Teddy in the tummy.
"But Harry, you're getting poofy too!" Teddy insisted as patted Harry on his tummy, giggling.
Flushing, Harry decided not to tell Teddy that his boyfriend Oliver put the tummy there and not chocolate ice creams.
The ring on his hand glimmered in the lights of the apartment.