Chapter 21
Severus was woken by a brat wriggling back into bed. Harry, who had been fully clothed and pottering about for an hour, was having no more of this lack of attention. He squirmed under the covers and Severus' arm to press himself against Severus' chest. Severus was uncomfortable. Harry's limbs were everywhere, and his baby bump seemed to take up most of the bed.
Severus cringed when Harry started talking. "Party ring?" Harry beamed. Severus recoiled.
"Goway." He slurred, burying his face in the pillow. Harry merely held on tighter. He even giggled slightly, as though it were a joke.
"It's nearly lunchtime." No response. "Lunchtime!"
Severus raised his head wearily and gave Harry a withering, if slightly bleary, glare. "And?"
"Get up! We'll make a cake! Or we could go shopping, or on a picnic, or visit people."
"I don't want to do any of those things."
"Or we could..." His hand started to wander.
"Again?! Insatiable bloody Gryffindor. Up until four this morning..." Severus continued to mumble into the pillow. Harry looked slightly disappointed, but bounced back almost immediately. He squirmed further into the bed, pressing Severus closer to the wall and leaving a vast amount of rumpled sheets unused behind him.
"Okay. We'll just stay in bed and cuddle some more."
"Nonononono!" With a sudden, unexpected spurt of energy Severus started to push Harry towards the edge of the bed.
Harry held fast.
After a minute's furious struggling Harry ended up on the floor and Severus once more cocooned himself in the blankets.
It was about four seconds before he felt a bony body clambering over him, and he peered under heavy lids to see bright green eyes shining down at him.
"Are you going to be like this all day?"
"Like what?"
"Happy."
Harry sighed and climbed out of bed, accidentally kneeing Severus as he went.
"Fine, if you're going to be like this I'll go play elsewhere."
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Severus appeared in the kitchen in his dressing gown and bare feet, having had to listen to Harry clatter around with pots and pans for twenty minutes. Harry was covered in flour.
"Give me one reason not to kill you."
Harry grabbed Severus' hand and pressed it to his stomach. Their baby kicked. Severus narrowed his eyes.
"That won't work forever."
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"Daddy daddy daddy! I want to play outside and paint a picture and make a fort and watch a video and have a tea party and you have to make me a colouring book..."
Harry cracked an eyelid open and saw his three year old daughter sitting on his chest, her hair dangling into his face and her ankles digging into his thighs. Over her shoulder, Severus smirked from the door and left for work.