A/N: *Wiggles excitedly as she hands over the chapter*
*Prods you, standing too close, waiting for you to read it*
xx-Kitten.
All I Remember
By Kittenshift17
CHAPTER TEN
Friday, 16th November, 1979.
Hermione's Flat, London
The entire bookshop smelled fantastic thanks to the roast she'd been slow-cooking all day long. Her customers had exclaimed over the scent wafting through the shop, many of them complaining of hunger as they made their purchases. Mr Blott had been rather amused by the number of cookbooks she'd sold as a result, and Hermione had chuckled her way through the day, attempting to distract from the butterflies rioting in her stomach and trying to quash the voices in her head telling her that Remus was going to stand her up.
When she'd finally closed up the shop for the night she'd hurried up the stairs to her flat, putting on the vegetables to roast, preparing the chocoholic's nirvana of a dessert she was making just for Remus, and bouncing through the shower. She was in the middle of trying to find something decent and pretty to wear that didn't have holes in it and hadn't been through hell and back during the war – no easy feat – when the doorbell rang and Hermione panicked.
She and Remus had never actually agreed on a time, but surely six-thirty was a little early, wasn't it?
"Oh, no," Hermione muttered, turning in a circle, dressed only in her underwear, trying to settle on the best option of clothing from the pile on the floor.
The doorbell rang a second time and she dived toward a sundress with a floaty skirt and little blue flowers printed all over it.
"COMING!" she shouted in the direction of the door, expecting that Remus could likely hear her scuttling about. Wriggling into the dress, Hermione paired it with one of the cardigan's Molly had knitted her, pulling the soft purple sleeves up her arms and leaving her feet bare as she hurried for the door. She dashed by the mirror and skidded to a stop when she caught sight of her hair.
Amid her tension, her magic had sent it haywire and it was sticking up all over the place.
"Oh, bollocks!" Hermione cursed. "Really?"
Another ring on the doorbell, followed by insistent knocking had Hermione narrowing her eyes on the door even as she used her wand to try and charm the frizz out of her hair, rather unsuccessfully.
"I'm coming, I said! Honestly, Remus, it's not as though you can't bloody hear me panicking," she said from inside the flat even as she made for the door.
Pulling it open, Hermione's brow furrowed when, instead of a dashing and sheepish looking Remus Lupin, the landing showed an annoyed looking redhead with brilliant green eyes who was glaring at her. Beyond her stood an exasperated and sheepish looking James Potter, ruffling his hair with his free hand before rubbing the back of his neck and eyeing Hermione apologetically.
"Well," Hermione said, blinking at Lily Evans in surprise and thinking on her feet of a way that she was going to avoid the impending violence she could see brewing in Lily's green eyes. "Not exactly who I was expecting."
"Oh, and just who were you expecting?" Lily demanded without introducing herself. Her green eyes scanned Hermione from head to foot, her top lip curling in fury and Hermione knew it was wrong to provoke a pregnant woman, but she couldn't help it when she spied Lily's judgemental expression.
"Honestly, James," Hermione sighed, looking past Lily and pretending the other witch hadn't spoken, knowing it would provoke her as much as it had always provoked Hermione herself when someone directly and pointedly ignored her and spoke over or around her. "When I invited you around for a booty call, I didn't expect you to bring your bloody girlfriend. Evans, love, you're pretty, but I've sworn off redheads."
Lily's face filled with rage while James's head snapped up in horror, his hazel eyes wide behind his glasses and a splutter upon his lips.
"You WHAT?" Lily screeched.
Hermione sniggered, turning away from the door and strolling back toward the kitchen when the oven dinged to indicate that the vegetables needed to be turned.
"I said I'm off redheads, Evans," Hermione said over her shoulder. "But it's fine, I suppose. Come on in, we can make this work."
She knew it was wrong to tease the pair of them, but she just couldn't resist. Not when she was already so nervous about her date with Remus and not when Lily was obviously so close to boiling over into a rage worthy of any Harry Potter tantrum.
"Lily, darling, she's joking," James assured her. "Honest, love. She thinks she's funny, but she's just having you on. She's got a date with Remus and we're obviously interrupting. Really, there's no need to be here."
"You slept with her, Potter!" Lily snarled at her boyfriend.
Hermione actually began to laugh from the kitchen, knowing she was only making things worse while Lily Evans stomped into her flat and James followed her, leaving the door open as though thinking he might need to make a quick exit.
"What is so funny?" Lily rounded on Hermione. "You think it's something to laugh over? Stealing people's boyfriends is funny to you?"
"Lils, honest, you're making a mistake," James tried to tell you.
"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, POTTER!" Lily shouted at her boyfriend.
"Look, I've got neighbours," Hermione pretended to fret, having silenced the flat when she moved in and warded the place, knowing that even if she set Remus loose in the place on a full moon, no one would hear a sound. "And they're still right cross with me after the amount of noise we made last weekend, Prongs."
"Hermione, you're really not helping," James told her, frowning.
"Oh, she calls you Prongs?" Lily snarled, spinning to glare at her boyfriend.
"Look, love, it was just a couple of drinks with the lads, you know? And you know how they are. I guess the name just stuck."
"Probably because she was screaming it all bloody night."
"With Moony and Pads here, love?" James raised his eyebrows. "I don't think so. You know how they are about sex sounds."
Lily stomped her foot, in full tantrum now, and Hermione revelled in the bright colour of her vibrant green eyes when she turned to glare at Hermione once more. Gods, her heart ached with missing Harry.
"You have the most beautiful eyes, Lily," Hermione complimented the witch before the shouting could begin and Lily spluttered at her.
"What?" she frowned, seeming so utterly surprised by the compliment that she'd been jolted right out of her temper tantrum.
"Your eyes," Hermione repeated. "They're brilliant. Such a rich colour. They glitter like emeralds when you're in a strop. It's… mesmerizing."
Lily looked over at James, who was eyeing Hermione like she might've gone mad.
"What's going on here, then?" a voice asked from the doorway and Hermione felt a little quiver of delight rush across her senses at the sound.
Remus.
Her heart skipped a beat when she looked over to find him standing in the open doorway, looked rather amused by the fight taking place within and holding a bottle of wine. He'd recently showered, his sandy hair still damp, and he was dressed in a pair of jeans that fit just so, a plain black t-shirt and the grey jumper she'd given him on Monday morning.
"Remus," Hermione beamed at him. "Hello. Come in, won't you? I'm trying to explain to Evans that while a three-way between me, her and Prongs seems viable when she's got such pretty eyes, I've sworn off redheads. She's a bit put out, but we're negotiating terms."
James spluttered again.
"Moony, she's barmy," he muttered to the werewolf, whose eyebrows shot to his hairline while a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.
"You'd be up for it if not for the redhead thing?" Remus asked, leaning in the doorway and apparently willing to play along when he caught the wink Hermione shot in his direction.
"Well, I'd probably prefer guy-girl-guy if we're talking threesome, but I wouldn't mind if Evans wanted to watch. Are you free? Potter's in, obviously, what with being here for our booty call even if he did bring his girlfriend along. Poor form, Prongs," Hermione chided. "If I'd had a bit of warning, I'm sure we could've worked something out – temporary colour-change charm would work a trick, but I'd have to look one up."
Lily was spluttering now, seeming unable to comprehend the idea of Remus playing along with her jest.
"I might know of one," Remus suggested. "Usually works on skin, but hair should change too. Are you sworn off brunettes? Lily would look lovely with hair the same shade as yours."
Hermione grinned at him, pleased at the flirtatious tone in his voice and unable to keep from giggling, utterly thrilled that he'd come. She'd missed him all week and had positively ached to see him again. Knowing he was just down the street had almost killed her.
"I prefer sandy-haired blonds," Hermione admitted, raking her eyes over him hungrily and enjoying the way his eyes threaded with gold at the obvious desire in her eyes.
"I'm… this is ridiculous!" Lily announced, finding her voice once more. "I'm here, Granger, to hex you stupid for sleeping with my boyfriend."
"That hardly seems conducive to another round, Lily," Hermione said, feigning patience. Lily mottled with rage, pulling her wand.
"Don't," Hermione warned the witch, her own wand still in her hands thanks to the way she'd been holding it when she opened the door and had been using it to turn the vegetables while she teased the furious redhead. "You won't like the consequences."
"Oh, you think you're going to outduel me?" Lily actually laughed, and Hermione erected a shield charm before the witch threw a stinging hex at her.
"Evans," Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Lily, love, I'm telling you that it's all a misunderstanding. I've never shagged Granger. I've never… well, I was going to say I never laid a hand on her, but I'm pretty sure I groped her in my sleep, thinking she was you."
Lily flung another hex at Hermione. The urge to retaliate was strong, but Hermione squashed it down, watching Remus hurry into the room. His brow was furrowed.
"Lily, don't," he warned. "I've seen her fight. She could outduel you in her sleep. This is all just a misunderstanding. Trust me, love. The only one who laid a knowingly desirous hand on Hermione was me."
"Not true," Hermione corrected him, chuckling as she moved toward him, closing the distance between herself and Lily when James disarmed his girlfriend before she could get herself into real trouble.
"Not true?" Remus asked, glancing down.
"Sirius snogged me for those packed lunches on Monday morning," Hermione shrugged. "Figured you knew, what with snogging me stupid yourself not ten minutes later."
"As though I know what Padfoot tastes like?" Remus laughed, raising one eyebrow.
"What?" Hermione said defensively. "James has snogged him. Honestly, I was under the impression everyone has snogged Sirius. The man's a complete dog."
James snorted at her choice of words and Hermione grinned when she spotted the flash of jealously in Remus's eyes.
"James Potter, you give me back my wand this instant!" Lily snapped.
"Must we continue with the duelling?" Hermione sighed. "I really don't want to hurt you, Evans. I'm certain Remus might choose to forgo a second date with me if I hurt his friend."
"You slept with my boyfriend, you bitch!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Lily, she didn't!" James protested. "Bloody hell, witch, you're acting barmy! What's gotten into you?"
Lily emitted a screech of frustration, obviously feeling ganged up on.
"Wine, James?" Hermione sighed, turning back into the kitchen and picking up the bottle of wine she'd grabbed while she was out earlier, fishing some glasses from the cupboard. She poured one for herself and one for Remus whilst using her wand to make Lily a calming cup of chamomile tea.
"Uh… we should go. Don't want to ruin your date, love," James said awkwardly.
"It's a little late for that, mate," Remus told him, taking the glass Hermione passed to him and eyeing Hermione thoughtfully, obviously wondering why she'd provoked Lily further rather than jumping to explain herself.
"Evans, be a dear and drink this," Hermione said, handing the witch a cup of tea rather than wine, knowing she was pregnant even if the others didn't.
"What is this?" Lily demanded. "You offered James wine."
"James hasn't tried to hex me," Hermione told him. "And I've never seen this type of barmy on any non-pregnant witch, love. You won't be drinking wine under my roof; not in your condition."
Lily actually looked like she might faint, and James's face lost all colour. Remus stilled before his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath in through his nose.
"P-Pregnant?" Lily spluttered, her face mottling once more. "You… You sleep with my boyfriend, you insinuate that you'd be up for a threesome except you don't like redheads, and now you're calling me fat?"
The witch looked ready to murder her and Hermione took a sip of her wine, lifting her eyes to look at Remus when he suddenly shuddered, leaning toward Lily and drawing more of her scent into himself, picking up on the change in her pheromones, no doubt.
James was white as a sheet.
"Pregnant?" he whispered. "You… Lily? Love? You're… you're pregnant?"
His eyes were on his girlfriend as she turned, shaking her head. They jumped to Remus when Remus began to nod very slowly.
"Why don't we all have dinner?" Hermione suggested, smiling softly when she saw James eyes well with tears of happiness, or perhaps terror, obviously trusting his best mate's nose more than Lily's denials. "There's more than enough. Prongs, you might as well Floo for Sirius and Peter, too, if they're free tonight. I think that maybe this will all look a little better over some food."
"Pregnant," James whispered again, apparently not hearing a word she'd said, his eyes once more fixed on his girlfriend.
Shaking her head, Hermione sent a Patronus to Sirius, inviting him and Peter over with some urgency.
"I'm not pregnant, James. Stop looking at me like that. And we're not staying for dinner. I won't eat with the witch who's trying to steal my boyfriend!"
Hermione sighed, looking up at Remus once more. The werewolf glanced down, meeting her gaze and raising one eyebrow.
"Hungry?" she asked the werewolf, deciding that Lily wasn't going to be reasoned with.
"Starving," he admitted. "Smells amazing in here, too."
Hermione smiled.
"I did say I'd make something you were sure to enjoy," she reminded him.
"You doubted I'd even show up," he corrected.
Hermione nodded. "When the doorbell rang I was actually shocked and thought it was you, only to be confronted by an angry little redhead operating under false information and jumping to conclusions."
"You tormented her?" Remus said, obviously asking after her reasoning for doing so.
"Have you seen the way her eyes glitter when she's in strop?" Hermione smiled at him. "It's brilliant. I was telling her so when you arrived."
"Pregnant?" James was saying again. "Lily… you're pregnant."
"I'm not," Lily said, frowning at her boyfriend.
"You are, Lily," Remus told the witch quietly, drawing her gaze and making her frown all the more.
"I can't be," she protested. "Alice and I made a fresh batch of contraceptive potion two weeks before Halloween."
"You probably forgot the starwort," Hermione told the girl gently, fishing into her purple beaded bag for a pregnancy test. "The Apothecaries have been out of it all season when the early frost got to it and killed it all off."
"I distinctly remember buying starwort, thank you very much."
"It's not starwort if you got if from the Apothecary in the Alley. I know because I bought some yesterday and had to take it back when I realised it was actually hellebore being passed off as starwort. Their recent staffing issue when they needed a new shop-girl and a new brewer was a result of dodgy folk doing such shady things," Hermione told her. "I spoke with the owner myself, and with their current brewer. He confirmed I'd been sold hellebore passed off as starwort. If you put hellebore in your potion instead of starwort, you're probably pregnant and you've probably been feeling off colour since you stated taking the new batch."
Lily was slowly paling at her words, seeming to have forgotten her anger with Hermione as she listened to the explanation.
"I've… I've been feeling sick for a little while," she whispered.
Hermione handed her the pregnancy test she'd fished out of the bag. "The loo is down the hall."
"She's pregnant," James whispered, watching his girlfriend take the test from Hermione with a shaking hand before she hurried down the hall.
"Might be time for the proposal for real, Prongs," Remus said to his best friend, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Right," Prongs muttered. "I'm… Right! Bloody hell. Don't let her out of that loo until I get back."
He Disapparated with a sharp crack and Hermione grinned, suspecting he was about to rush off and collect a family heirloom to propose to his girlfriend.
"You better get Sirius here fast, Remus," Hermione told him. "I don't think he'll be pleased to miss James proposing for real."
"You… you knew?" he murmured, looking down at her. "How?"
"How do you?" Hermione challenged in return, lifting one eyebrow and wondering if it would be so easy to have him confess his lycanthropy.
Remus's cheeks turned pink and he made like he was going to leave to fetch Sirius before both Sirius and Peter appeared in the still-open doorway to her flat.
"What's going on?" Sirius asked, strolling in. "Hey, Treasure. You got everything unpacked, eh? Looks nice in here. And what is that smell?"
"Dinner," Hermione grinned. "Hi, Peter. Listen, you two grab a seat, yeah? You're about to see the show of a lifetime. Remus, help me with the roast?"
Using her wand, she drew the meat and the vegetables from the oven, flicking it to send plates and extra cutlery dancing over to the table.
"What do you need me to do?" Remus asked. "Gods, it smells amazing, Hermione."
Hermione smiled. "Thanks. I need you to carve, alright?"
She fixed a jug of gravy to have with it before peeking into the oven at the dessert she still had cooking and pouring glasses of wine for Peter and Sirius.
"Why are we crashing your date?" Sirius wanted to know.
"Lily and James crashed it. They'll both be back in a moment," Hermione smiled at the young Auror. "It's fine. Peter, you like roast onions?"
"Oh, yeah sure. Thanks," Wormtail said. "I feel bad that we're invading on your date, though."
"Don't sweat it, Wormtail" Remus chuckled, wielding the carving knife to slice the roast and emitting a soft purring growl of delight when he breathed in the rich scent coming off of it. "This will be well worth an interrupted date, I'd reckon."
Hermione smiled hurrying over and squeezing past Remus, unable to resist pressing herself to his back for a moment, pressing her nose to the back of his jumper and breathing him in. He paused in his carving to look over his shoulder at her, smiling widely. Hermione could tell from the glimmer in his eyes that he was happy, and the nervousness Hermione had been feeling to have him arrive melted away.
"What's going on?" Sirius asked. "You said Prongs and Lily were here?"
"James just ducked out," Hermione smiled. "Lily's in the loo. You like pumpkin, Sirius?"
"Sure do, love," he smiled. "Oi, I lost track of you yesterday in the chaos?"
"That surprises you?" Hermione asked.
"Yesterday?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows as he carved the roast and began serving it onto plates for the six of them.
"Sirius's bosses think I'm dodgy," Hermione informed him, smiling. "He's been forced to escort me in the alley whenever I leave the shop for anything, under the pretence of quizzing me."
"Looked pretty bloody dodgy when you started firing hexes at a pair of Death Eaters before I did, treasure," Sirius told her. "Shacklebolt about handed me my arse when you slipped away. A lot of witnesses claim you were directing them out of harm's way, and you were seen Stunning Lestrange and duelling with Carrow."
"Bitch got away, too," Hermione muttered. "They were after someone, did you lot find the woman?"
"We did," Sirius nodded. "When she was questioned, she said she spoke to you. You're wanted for questioning."
"There's a warrant out for my arrest?" Hermione frowned.
"Course there isn't," Sirius shook his head. "No one but me had any idea of your name and no one claims to recognise you from anywhere. You…"
Hermione tensed, her eyes darting toward Peter, who was eyeing her strangely, his eyes ever so slightly narrowed. Hermione wondered if he was already passing information to the Death Eaters. She wasn't worried that any of them would turn up at her place. They might be able to reach her door, but they'd never be able to penetrate her flat if she barricaded herself in.
"I just got out of the way, Sirius," Hermione lied. "I'm not exactly… ah… fond of crowds, at the best of times."
"You duelled two Death Eaters," Sirius argued.
"Flinging a hex or two is hardly a duel."
"Reports claim you were bleeding. You took a hex."
Hermione sighed, willing Sirius to let it go.
"This isn't really date talk, mate," Remus said, seeming to pick up on her reluctance to discuss what had happened when she looked like she wanted to toss them all out of her flat.
Sirius grunted, his eyes darting to Remus and back again.
"It's not," he agreed. "But you and I need to have a little chat soon, treasure. I've kept your name out of things because I trust you, though Merlin bloody knows why, but if I can't offer something, people above my paygrade will get involved."
Hermione made a mental note to conduct more of her duelling and her attempts to derail the war away from the prying eyes of the public.
Right at that moment, James apparated onto the stoop outside her door, hurrying into the flat.
"Oi, you're here!" he exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. "Where's Lily?"
"She's still in the loo," Hermione said, pleased for the distraction.
James raced to the door, knocking on it gently for all his excitement.
"Lily? Love? Are you alright?" he asked.
The door creaked open a moment later to reveal and shell-shocked looking Lily Evans. She clutched the pregnancy test in her hand and Hermione could tell it was positive from across the room.
"I…" she began, her chin trembling like she might cry. Her eyes darted to meet James's gaze, her hand shaking around the test.
"It's positive," James said, sounding pleased rather than shocked. Hermione knew he didn't need the test to know she was pregnant. He trusted Remus's nose for that.
Lily nodded.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, and Hermione couldn't help but notice that she sounded terrified.
"We're pregnant," James corrected. "That's my kid you're growing in there, love. Our kid. I know I joke around a lot, and I know I've asked you so many times, I've lost count of how frequently you've turn me down, but…"
"Don't you dare propose," Lily interrupted.
"Love, you're having my baby," James said patiently, smiling at his girlfriend. "I'm going to propose. And this time I really, really want you to say yes."
"You shagged another witch, Potter," Lily protested, her fist tightening on the pregnancy test as she looked in Hermione's direction.
"He really didn't, Lily," Hermione smiled kindly. "I was having you on. In poor taste, now, I know. Sorry about that. I meant it about your eyes. They're amazing when you're angry. James did sleep in my bed last weekend after he passed out on the couch drinking with these three."
She jerked her thumb at the other three Marauders. Sirius looked to be bouncing in his chair at the very idea that James was proposing and Lily was pregnant. A huge grin lit his entire face.
"We levitated him in there because there wasn't room in the spare and Peter was already asleep on the couch. He drooled all over my brand new pillows and I spent the majority of the night decidedly not sleeping next to him. When I did finally get to bed, I did wake up to the sod spooning me and groping me, thinking me to be you. And when he realised that it wasn't you he actually cried a little at the very idea that he might lose you over harmless sleep actions."
"You said he was here for a booty call."
"A booty call?" Sirius spoke up. "Of all the people you call for cheap, tawdry sex, you ask James and not me. I'm heartbroken, treasure."
"You'd have made it all about you," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"She knows you too well already, Pads," Peter chuckled.
"Now I'm being accused of a being selfish lover?" Sirius demanded, though he was still grinning. "Witch, I will bend you over something and set you straight about my sexual preference and skills if you keep this up!"
"Could you refrain from threatening to ravish my date, Pads?" Remus inserted dryly.
Lily, meanwhile, looked terribly confused while James seemed unable to take his eyes off his intended.
"Oi, I'm trying to propose, you pack of animals!" he exclaimed, interrupting them as they squabbled. "Lily, love, you know you're the only witch for me. You've been the only witch for me since I was fourteen and I'd like to think you know that I've never looked twice at anyone else. You're all I want. You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I ever will want, for the rest of our lives. You, and that little Quidditch superstar you've got growing inside you right now, and any other rugrats we decide to have."
Lily's eyes darted to James as he slowly lowered himself down onto one knee in the middle of Hermione flat, producing a small, blue, velvet ring-box from his pocket and opening it to the girl. Lily blinked at him stupidly, her chin trembling as she examined the glittering jewel of a promise ring James offered her.
"So," he said, his face lit into a grin so wide it was a wonder he wasn't glowing with happiness. "At the risk of having you turn me down again. I'm going to ask, darling. Will you marry me? Please?"
Lily let him take her hand, prying the ring from the box where it had been nestled and poising it at the end of her wedding finger, waiting for her answer.
"I… This is how you want to propose for real?" she asked, frowning at him carefully. "I've turned you down all those times you've asked because I knew you'd be disappointed not to make some disgustingly over the top scene. Are you asking me for real?"
James started to laugh.
"Love, I've got the ring ready to slide onto your finger. I've just learned you're pregnant. I've got the three idiots I care about more than anyone else in the room," he smiled. "Trust me, I'm asking for real. I want you to be my wife, Lily Evans. Will you?"
Lily's eyes overflowed with tears as she nodded her head.
The sound of cheering from the Marauders almost overshadowed the sound of more cheering that she didn't recognise, and Hermione spun toward the door to see an elderly couple standing on the stoop. They had to be James's parents. There could be no doubt about it. The man looked like a grey-haired version of James and it was clear at a glance that the beautiful woman on his arm came from the Black bloodline.
"Mum, Dad," James grinned, glancing over once he'd slipped the promise ring the length of Lily's finger, sliding it all the way down until it met her knuckle. "You made it! Come in! Hermione, you don't mind, right?"
Hermione shook her head, beckoning the couple inside and summoning two more place-settings before drawing up two more chairs to make room for the pair at the dining table.
"Lads, I'm getting hitched!" James crowed, grinning at his friends before triumphantly pumping both fists into the air, making Lily laugh.
"And I'll be stuck with you forever," she sighed, feigning disappointment before her hand smoothed carefully over her abdomen.
"You better believe it," James smiled widely, his hands moving to press protectively to her abdomen as well, their fingers linking.
"Oh, this is just wonderful," Dorea Potter announced as she hurried inside. "I was certain we'd be in our graves before you agreed to marry him, Lily dear. Congratulations and felicitations to both of you. Oh, Charlus, I'm so happy!"
Hermione smiled fondly as the woman rushed over to pull her son and her daughter-in-law into a tight embrace.
"Well," Remus muttered from close to her ear as Hermione continued serving up food onto everyone's plates, having to subtly cast some duplication charms to make sure there would be enough for everyone. "This will certainly be a memorable first date."
Hermione laughed.
"Well, then I'm glad," she replied. "I'd hate to be forgettable."
Remus grinned at her, reaching for her hand and bringing it to his lips. She watched him press a kiss to the back of it with a warm glow of happiness spreading through her soul as everyone sat down to eat.
