Ruth opened her eyes. There was a blond head full of curls in her face. She was confused and then she focused. James stood looking at her.

"Hungry now" he said.

Curled behind her was Harry, sound asleep. He deserved it. She got up, aching in places she'd forgotten could ache. She held her finger to her lips to keep James quiet and she grabbed Harry's dressing gown and padded downstairs.

Harry opened his eyes. The bed was empty. For what was possibly one of the worst moments in his life he thought that he had imagined the whole thing.

And then his body told him that he hadn't. He hadn't felt this tired in god knows how long.

Tired had never felt so wonderful.

He got out of bed and blearily wondered where his dressing gown was.

James had decided that he was the daddy and it was time to feed the baby, who, for the purposes of his ever vivid imagination was now Ruth.

Harry stepped quietly into the doorway, unseen by either of them and watched as James attempted to spoon porridge into Ruth's mouth. It was a relatively successful attempt but there had obviously been several which were less so, judging by the mess.

With one last slip of the spoon James managed to smear the remnants of the porridge onto Ruth's nose. Harry laughed and gave himself away.

"I don't know why you're laughing, it'll be your turn next."

"Good job, son" said Harry, still laughing.

"I'm not James, I'm Daddy."

"Okay, good job, daddy."

Harry crossed to Ruth and stood her up and with his sexiest early morning tone he whispered "good morning" in her ear and slid his mouth to her face and proceeded to lick and kiss the smears of porridge from around her mouth.

"Mmm, I didn't know that porridge tasted so good" he said as he finished.

"You've missed a bit," said James pointing at her nose.

"So I have."

Ruth felt like she had been transported to some other life, someone's idealised domestic world of love and family. But it was her, standing here in front of Harry.

And she craved him and craved this, whatever this was.

He didn't want to let her go. He didn't want to stop touching her. He had waited too long and now he never intended to wait again.

Her face was clean and beautiful and was full of love for him. He kissed her and found he couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop.

She ached for him, her body ached and her heart ached, "Oh Harry" she murmered wanting him to know how deeply she felt, how intense this moment was.

Harry felt hands around his leg and his trousers been tugged at. He looked down and James looked up at him, he was trying to worm his way between him and Ruth.

"Oh, are you in need of some attention, then?" said Harry laughing and picking him up, "Are you feeling left out?"

James nodded.

"Right , then," said Harry and kissed him on his cheek, "how's that?" He kissed him again and again and again. James was giggling and squirming. And then they started tickling him. He squealed and laughed and wriggled. The door bell rang.

Harry looked at the clock. "

The nanny" he said.