December 10: Child of mine:
A baby's cries rent the air of the Potter house, insistent and demanding.
Green eyes snapped open in the dark, their owner groaning tiredly.
He propped himself up on his elbows, reaching out to pick his glasses up off the nightstand, slipping them onto his face as he looked down at the slowly rousing form of his wife, her cerulean eyes blinking open as she tried to lift her exhausted form up.
"Shh, go to sleep love", the man said, one hand stroking his wife's silvery blond hair, "I'll put her to sleep."
Sighing contentedly, the svelte woman burrowed back into the soft embrace of the mattress, her head buried in the pillow.
Sighing, the man swung his legs over the side of the bed, revealing his form. He was naked but for a pair of boxers, and the silvery light of the pale moonlight traced his toned, scarred chest.
Running a hand through his messy raven hair, he made his way over to the source of the cries.
The crib on the other side of the room.
Or rather, the infant in it.
Leaning over the crib, he smiled warmly at the tiny girl inside.
At the sight of her father, she quietened down, her cries dying down to loud fussing.
"What's wrong honey?", He asked softly, his hand coming down to check her diaper, "You obviously don't need a change. Hungry?"
Her tiny hands came up, reaching out for him, chubby fingers closing and opening. Her short silvery blond hair, just like her mother's, glimmered in the moonlight as her emerald green eyes met his identical ones.
Harry smiled softly at his daughter, before reaching down to pick her up carefully, one hand supporting the back of her neck, the other supporting her weight, bringing her up to his bare chest.
He could have sworn she sighed softly as she closed her eyes, snuggling into his warmth.
Fleur smiled as she lay on their bed, watching her husband gently rock their sleeping daughter as he held her in his arms, his gaze full of love and adoration.
This was her bliss.
The bliss her daughter brought to their home.
She needed nothing more.