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Ten Years Later

Lottie was woken up by the cry of a babe. She turned on her side to see the man next to her still sound asleep. She smiled softly, before sitting up and swinging her legs off the side of the bed.

"I can get 'er," the man said as he turned on his back. The darkness which surronded them made it impossible to know who the man was to an outsider. Lucky for her she didn't allow a stranger into her bed. Her rings glinted in the moonlight as she stood up.

"It's alright. I'm already up. Besides, I think this is more of a call for mommy then for daddy." She pulled the blankets up so her side of the bed wouldn't be cold. Lottie left the bedroom with a slight smile. Opening the nursery decorated in green and gold, she went over the crib and picked up the infant child.

"Ready for something to eat?" She asked the little one as she sat in the rocky chair and started undoing the top buttons of her night gown. Lottie rested her head back on the chair and began humming as the baby suckled. Lottie looked up to her husband as he entered the room.

"Fred, I told you this was a cry for mommy, not daddy." He kissed her forehead. Lottie suddenly wished she could rest her head on his bare chest.

"I had to use the loo, figured I'd come in and look after my girls." Fred tickled one of the baby's feet. The little one kicked at her father as she continued eating. Fred smiled.

"Mmmm or was it to annoy me because you know I can't hit you while holding little Pax?" Lottie asked as she started to burp the young one.

"What? You can't do anything while holding our dear Paxton? Well, I never would have guessed," Fred grinned, as he took the girl from his wife's arms and laid her down in the crib now back asleep. They crept out of the nursery. Closing the door behind him, Fred turned to see his wife looking at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gave him a kiss, and then whispered.

"And you're pretty good at guessing aren't you, Fred Weasley?"