Author's Note: I am loving writing this fic! These little snippets are so fun to write and so quick, too. Hope you like this one.

2 January 1926

His wife is a natural at this whole mother thing.

From where he sits in his armchair with a book in hand – a book that he stopped actually reading ages ago – John watches her sit in the rocking chair near the fire and control the speed of it with her foot while she nurses their son. She just wants to go to bed, he can tell, the day having well and truly worn her out, but there's still a smile on her face and he's certain she's never looked more beautiful. Her hair is pulled into a braid so it stays out of her face and doesn't irritate her and she's wearing that little white nightgown he loves so much, the gentle glow that the fire casts over her causing him to smile as it makes her look so much more ethereal than she already is. Even after six years of marriage, sometimes he still can't believe how in love with her he finds himself. She means the world to him.

He marks his place in his book and closes it before placing it on the table beside his chair and making himself a bit more comfortable, stretching his leg out a little as he clasps his hands in his lap and continues to watch her. The little smile that crosses her lips tells him that she can feel his gaze burning into her but she doesn't look up, she just cradles Johnny closer to her when he gets a little distracted by the sound of a motorcar driving past the window and leans down to kiss him on the temple when he settles and returns to his feed. "Good boy…" He hears her whisper as she strokes the thumb of the hand holding him close against his hip, her other hand pulling his hat a little further onto his head before she settles further back in her chair and her head lolls to one side while she suppresses a yawn.

"Why don't we head up to bed once you've fed him?" He says quietly before she lifts her head and looks over at him.

"I wish," She huffs. "There's still a pile of dishes in the kitchen that need to be washed. The last thing I want is to wake up to them."

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go back to doing housework two days after giving birth? Why don't I do it?" He suggests.

She smiles, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "As long as you don't mind, that would be so good of you."

"Of course, I don't mind," He replies while standing from his chair before he takes hold of his cane and makes his way over to her, his hand coming to rest on the side of her neck as he leans down to kiss her. He moves his hand to the back of their son's head and runs his thumb across the back of his hat when he pulls away, the way his eyes drift closed at the sensation just deepening his love for him. "Should I make us both a cup of something to take up once I've done the dishes? Or would you prefer to go straight to sleep tonight?"

"I'd love a cup of tea," She groans which causes him to chuckle. "I'm so thirsty but I think it'll be a while yet until he lets me get up."

"I'll go and fetch you a glass of water to tide you over until he does. I'll be back in a second."

"Okay, thank you."

She watches him walk out of the room before her attention turns to their little boy again and the way he's staring up at her makes her smile. He has such an intense gaze and that's one thing that she and her husband love most about him. Whenever he looks at them, it makes them think he knows that they would move heaven and earth for him and that makes them happier than they can even explain. It's astounding how much he's changed their lives in such little time. He's taught them both so much about sacrifice and even though they had been close before, he's definitely helped them grow closer as a couple and they couldn't be more thankful to him for doing so. "You have no idea how much your daddy and I love you," She says quietly. "We waited so many years for you but you're so worth it."

He has no idea what she's going on about, she knows that, but when the corner of his mouth twitches and he snuffles as he returns to his feed she wants to believe a small part of him has understood. She sits in silence as she watches him feed for a couple more seconds before John re-entering the room with her glass of water prompts her to look up again. "You're a darling, thank you," She smiles as he sets the glass down on the little table beside her. "I think I may have been mistaken about him. He seems a little tired, so he may just fall asleep before he finishes this one. Then again, that could just be wishful thinking on my part because I can't wait to go up to bed."

"I'm sure he'll let us know when he's done," He kisses her crown tenderly. "I'll just go and get those dishes sorted."

"I don't mind if you want to put them in to soak overnight and then do them in the morning. You're as tired as I am." She laughs.

"I was hoping you might say that," He replies with a smirk. "Are you feeling all right?"

She hums. "I'm fine, I'm just sore and these cramps are driving me mad. It's only temporary though, that's what I'm thinking about."

"In the morning, I'll run you a bath so you can relax while I get the dishes done and clean round a little. I'll have little man with me."

"If this is the kind of treatment I'm going to get every time we have a baby, I think we need to have another one as soon as possible."

"You'll hear no argument from me. Starting a family with you is the second-best thing I've ever done, honestly." He shakes his head.

"Second-best? What was the best thing?" She inquires.

He strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. "Making you my wife."

"You soft thing, go and sort those dishes." She tuts.

"Will I get something in return if I do?" He raises an eyebrow at her.

"Undying gratitude from your wife?" She teases, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Mmm…" He hums with a shrug. "I might need a little more incentive than that."

She rolls her eyes at him in a good-natured fashion. "Go and put the dishes in to soak and then you may just find out, mightn't you?"

"Good enough." He nods and the two of them chuckle together as he turns around and makes his way out of the room again.

"Your daddy, sweetheart, I swear…" She draws her baby closer and pats his back through his cardigan as he starts falling asleep in her arms. "He can be a bit of an idiot and so daft sometimes, but you're going to love him so much, I promise. So terribly, terribly much."

Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. I appreciate it so much and would love it if you would leave a review to let me know what you thought! See you all next Monday :) A certain Lady may or may not be making an appearance and I am so excited.