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Word Count: 387

Outstanding

Kingsley let himself into the house, smiling when he saw Harry's cloak already hung up on it's hanger, his boots perfectly lined up against the wall. Kingsley disposed of his own cloak and boots, and then padded into the living room.

Harry was sitting in the armchair, his eyes closed, his head tilted back against the plump cushion. He wasn't asleep, but it was nice to see him looking so relaxed. He'd been stressed over the last few weeks.

Leaning over him, Kingsley pressed a soft kiss to Harry's forehead. "Hey, Sweetheart."

Harry blinked his eyes open, bleary behind his glasses, and smiled a soft, sweet smile.

"I got the promotion," he said quietly.

"I told you, Harry. I told you," Kingsley said, smiling slightly as he walked behind the chair to draw the curtains. "I had every confidence in you."

Harry nodded. It wasn't like he could disagree. As soon as he'd mentioned the promotion, Kingsley had been fully confident that Harry would be the one to get it. It wasn't like Harry had any reason to distrust Kingsley's faith, but he'd been ridiculously nervous about it.

Kingsey was glad that he finally had proof that he was as good as Kingsley had known he was.

He checked the curtains, satisfied that they were neat, and smiled to himself when Harry made grabby hands at him. Thirty three years old and still the most adorable thing Kingsley had ever seen.

Lifting Harry—the yelp always made Kingsley chuckle—Kingsley sat down in the armchair with Harry on his lap, hugging him tightly.

"Hmm, that's better," Harry murmured.

"What is?"

"Your hands touching me. I'm better when I'm with you, right here."

Kingsley pressed a kiss to Harry's lips. "Congratulations on the promotion, Sweetheart."

"It means more time off," Harry said, his lips tilting up as he leant in for another kiss. "More time home with you."

"Sounds perfect. Do you want to go out and celebrate?"

"Maybe this weekend?" Harry offered. "I'm tired, and I don't want to move from right here."

"Hmm, okay. How about we order some food, take a bath, and then we'll snuggle in bed?"

"You're the best husband," Harry said softly. "Like… not even exceeds expectations, you're full on outstanding."

Kingsley chuckled. "Back at you, Sweetheart."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Written for:

Record Collection: 30. Kissing

Film Festival: 22. "I told you, Name. I told you."

Marvel Appreciation: Black Widow: Confident

Lyric Alley: 8. Your hands touching me

Forecast: 15. Confident

Hot Chocolate Station: 9. Hugging

Fill A Christmas Stocking: 30. Postage Stamps: Expectation

Write Letter's To Santa: Step 2: 7. Satisfied

Snowball Fights: 15. Kingsley / A Promotion

Big Dinner Bash: Extra: Yorkshire Puddings: Relaxed

Toy Making: Book 4: "I'm better when I'm with you."

Pop Figures: Harry Potter: 04. Albus Dumbledore: Glasses

Hogwarts Talent Show: Cheerleading: Tired / Armchair / Distrust (word)