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Chapter 2
August 1st, 1980
They were allowed to go home with Rose the next day. Both mother and daughter were healthy and St Mungo's had no reason to keep them there. James Floo'd home first with Rose, carefully making sure her face was covered so no soot or ash got on her. Stepping out of the fireplace he was pleasantly surprised to see that someone had tidied up for them. He uncovers the baby's face. "Here you are Rosie," he whisper to the sleeping baby. "You're new home, what do you think?"
Lily Flooed in next to him, smiling gently. "Hello..." she kissed James softly and her baby on the forehead.
She nods and leans a head on his shoulder. "Can I hold her?" she whispers, eyeing the tiny girl in his arms.
James presses a kiss to her temple and gently passes their child over to her mother. "I'll go make sure the cot's set up properly." He gently tickles Rose's tummy. "She came a little earlier than we expected." He kisses his once more, presses a soft kiss to his daughter's head and leaves the room to head upstairs and make sure everything was ready in the nursery.
Lily smiles softly at her daughter and starts singing a lullaby quietly. She twirls around, still unable to believe that the girl in her arms was /hers/. "My flower... My Rose."
James glances around the nursery surprised. Someone, probably the same someone who'd tidied the house had set the cot up and tidied up here as well. He sees a folded piece of parchment on the cot and plucks it off. Opening it he reads the words in the familiar handwriting with disbelief. Heading back downstairs he sees his wife humming to their daughter and smiles softly.
Lily sees him and smiles back, sitting down on the sofa and holding her baby close.
James holds up the note. "You'll never believe who tidied up and set up the cot..."
"Who was it?"
"McGonagall." His tone expresses his disbelief and utter shock as he passes the note over to his wife.
She is also shocked. "Really? That's so nice..." she smiles slightly and kisses her husband softly.
"I know... I didn't know Minnie cared..." He grins and drops a kiss to the top of Lily's head, leaning his chin on her shoulder to gaze at his daughter with wonder. "Shall we put her to sleep?" He asks softly.
She nods, kissing her daughters forehead. "Goodnight, Rosie."
"Can I...?" He asks, holding out his arms to take the girl.
Lily slips Rose into her father's arms, guiding him on how to hold her.
James raises an eyebrow at her, after all he'd been holding her earlier.
She flushes and drops her arms, mumbling something like "Just want her to be safe..."
He shifts his daughter carefully to one arm and wraps the other around his wife. "It's alright love, I know what you mean..."
She leans on his shoulder and sighs. "I love you..."
"I love you too." He kisses her temple and then unwraps his arm to cradle his daughter in both arms to take her upstairs. "Coming?"
She nods, following him upstairs.