Chapter 2

Back In My Arms

George smiled as he entered the kitchen. Hermione stood in front of the sink rinsing the dishes. He didn't understand her sometimes. Although she could use magic Hermione liked doing things the muggle way sometimes but that was something George loved about her, even if he didn't understand it.

George quietly snuck up behind his unsuspecting wife and threw his arms around her.

"George!" Hermione shouted, dropping a plate to the ground. It shattered. "What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack!" she shouted as she dried her hands on a towel.

Before she could shout anymore George silenced her with his lips. Within minutes Hermione had her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms snaked around her waist. Their kiss became more passionate when suddenly Arianna began to cry.

Hermione pulled away from George and shrugged as if to say sorry. She headed for the living room but George stopped her.

"I'll go," he said. Hermione smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

"Here. She's probably hungry," Hermione handed him a warm bottle. George kissed her hand as he took the bottle and then headed to his daughter's playpen.

Arianna's crying stopped as George appeared over her. "Hey Miss grumpy. Is someone a little bit hungry," George gently lifted her out of the playpen and carried her to the couch. Arianna smiled as George placed the bottle in her mouth. As Arianna drank George kissed his baby's forehead.

"Did you know that you're just like your mother? I can tell. You're going to grow up and be the smartest girl. And I can guarantee your going to love books. But I'm warning you now, you bring home a guy like me I'll break his legs. No daughter of mine will date a hooligan. I forbid it."

"You will?" Hermione laughed from the kitchen door way.

"As a matter a fact," George nodded. "I will."

"No one is going to be good enough for her are they?"

"To right you are my love," George pulled the empty bottle out of Arianna's mouth.

"That's when I'll become the favourite. She'll complain how daddy's annoying and ruining her life," Hermione smiled.

"Never," George gasped. "You wouldn't do that to me?" George questioned Arianna who had fallen asleep.

"Just like her father," Hermione came and picked her up, out of George's arms. "She eats and than sleeps."

"Do not," George tried to defend himself.

Hermione just winked as she carried Arianna to her bassinet in the room.

George shook his head and headed into the kitchen. Hermione seemed to have cleaned everything up so George cleaned the bottle with magic and placed it in the cupboard.

As he closed the cupboard door two arms wrapped around his waist. "I love Sunday mornings," Hermione whispered from behind him.

"Why is that?" George asked, turning to face her.

"Well, I don't have to worry about work and Arianna usually takes her Sunday morning nap so it's just you and me," she kissed him lightly.

George pulled her closer to him and dangled his arms on her waist. "You don't know how good it is to have you back in my arms," and with that he bent down and kissed her. George didn't say but he loved Sunday mornings too. He loved every morning he woke up next to Hermione.