Coming Home to You
James smiled at the sight that greeted him as soon as he walked through the door of the cottage. Lily was sitting on the couch, cradling Harry in her arms. Her red hair fell in front of her face as she cooed down at him, and James didn't think he had ever seen such a beautiful tableau.
"I'm home," he said quietly, prompting a giggle from Lily.
"I know," she whispered back.
He moved to sit beside her, adjusting his glasses so that he could peer down at the baby. "How's our little man?"
Lily smiled. "He's good. He was a bit fussy earlier but he calmed down quick enough."
James leaned over and kissed her cheek. "And how's Mummy?"
"Mummy's good too. Better now that Daddy's home, though," she winked. James wrapped his arms around her, careful not to wake their sleeping child, and she shifted her weight so that she was leaning against him. "Mmm, that's more like it."
"Yeah?" he murmured in her ear, delighting in the goose pimples that appeared on her arms. The fact that he could still elicit such a response from her was intoxicating. He sighed happily. "I love our life, Lils."
She twisted slightly to meet his gaze. "I love it, too, James. The three of us are a perfect little family."
"That we are," he agreed, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her fair skin looked almost pale against his darker tone. "Do you want me to take a turn holding Harry?"
"Do you mind? My arms are killing me." Lily carefully transferred their son over to him, and he cuddled Harry's tiny body close to his chest. "Aww, he looks just like his daddy."
James nodded. Harry had his complexion and the tufts of hair that had grown in so far were just as jet-black and unruly as his own locks. "Well, in all but the eyes, yeah. He's got his mum's gorgeous eyes."
"Who do you think he'll take after personality-wise?" Lily wondered.
"I don't know about you, but I'm definitely hoping he takes after you, Lils," James said, grinning.
She laughed loudly at that. "Oh, good, we're on the same page, then."
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