February snow piled on the window sill as Rose lay in bed. She slid her hand under the pillow and sighed. This is nice.

There was a snort behind her and a hand slid over her three-months-along baby bump.

"'Morning..." Voldemort shifted closer to her.

Rose smiled, "'Morning." She put her hand over his and watched the snowflakes fall delicately from the sky. She rolled over onto her back so Voldemort could press his ear to her tummy and watch the snow with her.

"Hm, how long?"

"Oh, about six months."

"July, that's ironic...I actually was referring to our wedding." Voldemort tilted his head up and ran his fingers over the engagement ring.

"Mm, well, today's February 3rd, and the dates set for April 15th, so about three months. At that time, I'll be the size of a house..." Rose sighed, running her fingers over his forehead. "I think Lynn is counting it down by the seconds."

Voldemort chuckled softly. "Yeah, she's almost more excited than you are. And Quirrell is constantly having issues about you."

"About me?"

"Mm-hm, going down stairs, straining yourself, and stuff like that. You know, Quirrell stuff."

"Ah, well at least he's showing he cares."

"Yep."

They sat in silence for a bit longer, "Well, not getting anything done here, how bout some breakfast." Rose labored to sit up, Voldemort put his hand on her back uncertainly.

"Okay, sounds good."

They made their way to the stairs, Voldemort went slightly in front of Rose and had his hand in hers.

"Tom, I'm not helpless, I can take care of myself." Rose stopped, tugging Voldemort, 'Tom', closer to her. "I tackled that demon all by myself, didn't I?"

"Yes, in a very reckless, fashion, you did. But, I'm not taking a single chance with this." Voldemort put his hand on Rose's swollen belly.

She smiled and touched his face, "You're very sweet Tom. Now back off before you get hurt." Rose took the lead, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.

Voldemort sighed, shook his head, and smiled. This was the most head-strong woman he had ever met. "Fine, I'll de-Quirrell-ify myself, on one condition."

Rose stopped and arched an eyebrow, "What's that?"

Voldemort rushed forward and scooped Rose up in his arms, she shrieked (A very un-Rose thing to do) in surprise. "Oh, Merlin you're heavy!" He laughed and proceeded to carry her down the remaining stairs.

"Tom! You put me down right now! No, no Tom, put me down!" Rose clutched him tightly.

The noise subsequently woke the other couple who came bleary eyed into the hall.

"Wha'?" Lynn murmured rubbing her eye as she peered over at Rose and Voldemort. And though the voices had quit, her sleeping pattern was still slightly messed up as a result. The poor girl never had so much sleep in her entire life, but it was getting better each day at having herself a sleeping schedule. She turned to Quirrell laying her head on his shoulder. "Do they have to do this so early in the mornin'?"

Quirrell patted Lynn's head. "I suppose it could be worse." he murmured, looking in the direction that Voldemort and Rose had gone. "Want to go downstairs, my lady?"

A smile perked the corners of Lynn's mouth. "Yes please."

Hand in hand, Quirrell walked slowly down the stairs with Lynn. They were still in their pj's. Him in some blue silk pajama bottoms with a small bite mark on his neck, and Lynn wearing a tank top and lilac pajama bottoms with 'Bad Kitty' and an cartoon cat stamped all around.

Voldemort was sitting up on the counter while Rose directed the pixie activity.

"Morning, hope we didn't wake you." Rose flicked her wand and the pixies flew a huge serving plate to the small table in the center of the room.

"I probably should have gotten up anyways." Lynn remarked leaning against a chair.

Quirrell followed her covering the newly recieved bite. "If that is what you say..." he murmured over at Lynn. He then looked over at Rose, "So how are you?"

"Eh, can't complain I'm several months prego and I'm supposed to fit in a wedding dress in two months. How are you?" Rose leaned back, resting her hand on her lower back.

"Well besides someone," Quirrell tilted his head over at Lynn, "Getting freaked out over the noise and biting me... Not bad."

"I said sorry," Lynn said sticking out her tongue. "Not my fault I thought you were a werewolf."

"You thought I was a- Oh dear Merlin, Lynn. I'm not going to even ask why..."

"I dream weird alright." Lynn said leaning over and examining the bite. She bit her lip, and held out her arm wincing slightly. "You can bite me back if you want."

Quirrell sighed. "I'm not going to bite you."

"Fine, I'll bite me-"

"Lynn." Quirrell said grabbing her face. "You will do no such thing. Okay?"

"Fine..." Lynn said rolling her eyes. and Quirrell let go leaning back against the wall, "But I still feel bad. Maybe I can make it u-"

"Not now!" Quirrell said flushing, dirty thoughts flowing trough his mind. "Lynn, please, don't talk about that stuff in front of them." He glanced over at Rose and Voldemort getting more flushed. "It makes me feel awkward... You know that..."

Lynn blinked and she laughed. "I was going to say, make up to you by healing your neck but if you want something different I suppose I could improvise."

"Great Scots, Quirrell, your mind has taken up permanent residency of the gutter." Voldemort laughed and slid off the counter to grab a cup for tea.

"Anywho, I have the wedding list, so we can-" Rose started.

"Wedding list? For what?" Voldemort tipped the cup to his mouth.

"Invitations, now I sort of have an idea for seating arrangements, so-"

"Wait, I thought that it would just be us..." Voldemort put his cup down and stared at her.

"And what are we then?" Quirrell asked, raising his eyebrow amused.

"Chopped liver, I'm guessing," Lynn replied crinkling her nose, "I hate chopped liver."

"I meant just the four of us," Voldemort arched an eyebrow at Quirrell, "Who are you inviting?"

"Well, there's the Malfoy's-"

"What? Why? I don't like them!"

"The Malfoy's are coming!" Lynn squealed with excitement causing Quirrell to look at her funny. "I love them. Voldemort wha' is wrong with 'chu, they are funny stuff, man."

"That, and Lucius is my cousin. So, they are invited." Rose continued to direct the pixies to make pancakes. "Then there's some of my farther out-there family, and as always, I will try to contact my remaining immediate family. Feel free to add people to the list."

"Cousin? But you live here in America, and they're in England. How does that work?" Voldemort tapped his wand on his chin.

"We moved here from England, I just don't have an accent anymore, okay?" Rose levitated several pancakes onto the serving plate. "Who wants pancakes?"

"Yes, please." Quirrell said.

Lynn flailed both arms around. "OOOooo OOOoo! Pick me, pick me!"

"Okay, to the dining roo- oh, no we can't eat in there...the socks are back, okay we eat in the living room." Rose had the plate and service follow behind her and out the door.

"Hmph, well the Malfoy's sit in the back..." Voldemort muttered and followed Rose.

Quirrell and Lynn followed quietly behind, passing amused glances at each other. Lynn burst into a fit of giggles as they walked.