The character's aren't mine! They belong to our Queen, JK Rowling! All hail Jo.
A/N - Content editing going on! If you're reading the story as it progresses (and I thank you very much for that kind Sir/Madam) you might want to go back to the first chapter and read the bit in Italics about Blaise's suicide attempt. It will show you a different side to Blaisey Waisey.
Every morning Hermione expected her to be the sole occupant of her bed. She would brace herself for emptiness before she would even open her eyes, telling herself that she could make it on her own but knowing that she never would. Then a sigh or a grunt would emanate from the space next to her and she would breath out a sigh of relief which washed over her like a calming charm and allowed her to turn over and sink into her husband's arms.
On the morning of September 7th, she was woken instead by some sort of creature jumping up and down on her bed. Zorro was clinging onto his sister's hand, pulling her up onto the bed with such gentleness that it was a wonder they were brother and sister. Rose sat on her father's pillow, staring at him curiously as his eyes fluttered in a dream-filled sleep.
'Mummy,' The wide-eyed little girl whispered, prodding at her father's cheek 'Why is Daddy still asleep?'
'Because it's 6 in the morning, honey.' She mumbled sleepily, wrapping her arm around her son and feeling him nestle into her body.
'Daddy.' Rose said, slapping her father lightly. He grunted and fell silent. 'Daddy.' She said again, more firmly this time.
'Honey, sssh…your father needs to sleep.' said Hermione, stroking her son's hair softly
'I will not stand for this.' Rose mumbled, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest. She stood up on the bed and stomped her tiny foot, kicking her father with as much force as she could muster. Blaise opened an eye and winked at Hermione, before grabbing his daughter by the legs and setting her down on the bed. He began to tickle her mercilessly, avoiding her kicks in his direction.
'Z, get her feet.' Blaise laughed breathlessly. Zorro looked at his mother for approval, and when he was rewarded with a nod and a smirk from Hermione, he grabbed his sister's legs and began tickling her tiny feet.
'Are you sorry for waking Daddy up, Rosey?' Blaise said, grinning as his daughter squirmed on the bed
'No! I'll never be sawy Daddy!' She shrieked, flailing her arms about and giggling loudly. Blaise and Zorro continued their merciless torture on Hermione's daughter as Hermione smiled at the picture perfect moment that was unfolding before her eyes. She never thought their marriage would return to this. After Blaise had left, the affect on her kids was overwhelming. They would constantly ask for their father; not accepting the answer that 'He's away, but he'll be back soon.' It wasn't as if she was very convincing; she couldn't even believe that lie herself. She wondered if he would leave again, but quickly shook that thought from her mind. 'He wouldn't do that to me and the kids.' She thought. 'He loves us too much.' She grinned happily and sighed in contentment.
'ALRIGHT DADDY!' Rose laughed, pulling Hermione out of her train of thought. Hermione looked up to see Blaise staring curiously at her, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow while continuing to tickle his little girl. 'I'm sorry!'
Blaise tore his gaze away from Hermione and lifted Rose up in his arms as he stood, kissing her softly on the head. He ruffled Zorro's hair and bent down to kiss him on the head, smiling at the softness of his hair.
'Okay babies, go to the kitchen and I'll get your breakfast ready in a second.' He said, setting Rose down on the floor and watching his two beautiful children scamper away, giggling between themselves.
Blaise flopped back onto the bed and shut his eyes. 'Hermione, why are you still looking at me as though I'm going to disappear?' He said sadly, not opening his eyes.
Hermione paused for a second. She knew she had been doing that, but she couldn't help it. 'Because maybe you will, Blaise.' Blaise sighed, opening his eyes and turning to face her.
'I told you I'm not going anywhere, love.' Blaise reached out a hand and ran his finger down Hermione's soft arm.
'You did it once, how do I know you won't do it again?' Hermione said, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that reminded Blaise of his daughter.
'How do I know you won't kiss Draco again?' Blaise retorted, locking his eyes on hers. He said it with humour; he knew that she was desperate for intimacy when she kissed Draco, and that it didn't mean anything. Blaise had left her with emptiness; an emptiness that his emotions had been replaced with when he left. Had one of his female best friends, like Ginny, been staying with him, nursing him and comforting him for the month, he probably would've done the same. He knew his beautiful wife felt overly guilty about the kiss, and he often brought it up to watch her squirm; something she did to him. To his horror a tear slipped down Hermione's cheek and landed on her neck. She angrily brushed it away and turned away from her husband.
'Love, I know you wouldn't.' Blaise whispered, laughing slightly. 'I was just joking, baby.' He shuffled towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck and nibbling at her ear.
'I'm not crying because of the kiss, Blaise.' She whispered, turning around. Tears were coating her face and her face was contorted in sadness.
'Love?' He questioned.
'We had sex.' Hermione sobbed. 'I'm so sorry, Blaise.' Blaise released his grip on her and lay on his back, his hands rubbing his face and his eyes wide with shock.
'You...you did fucking WHAT?!' He shouted, ripping the covers off and getting out of bed. He paced angrily next to the bed, only glancing at Hermione after about 5 minutes of cursing and shouting about how he'd 'kill that fucking bastard in his fucking sleep.'
'Why the FUCK are you LAUGHING, HERMIONE?!' Hermione wiped the tears off her face and continued to laugh hysterically.
'Gotcha,' She said breathlessly, between her laughs. Blaise buried his face in his hands and smiled, collapsing onto the bed.
'I'm gonna get you back for that, 'Mione,' He muttered, relief flooding his voice.
'Sure you are.' She said happily, wrapping her arms around her husband's waist and kissing his neck. 'You tell yourself that.'