Regrets
Her eyes were drooping as she slowly pulled off her shirt, replacing it with the warm comforting material of her pyjamas. Just returning form a long days' work, Ginny was glad to finally be home. Even though it was dark, she could see the already sleeping form of her husband on the bed, covers pulled up to his chin. With a small smile, Ginny climbed into the bed beside him, pausing as he rolled over, hoping not to wake him.
"Ginny?" He murmured, opening one eyes to see who it was.
"I'm sorry for waking you," she said as she quickly positioned herself next to him. His arms moved around her, pulling her body closer to his. His body heat spread through her as she lay there next to him.
"Gin?"
"Mmhh?" She murmured, her eyes closing and her head lying back against the pillow.
"Have you ever regretted marrying me?" His voice was soft but she heard every word clearly. Her eyes shot open and she turned to face him, confusion etched into her features.
"Why would you ask that?" Ginny asked, staring straight into his eyes.
"I don't know?" He looked away from her, shifting onto his back. Ginny leant on to her elbow, looking at his distressed face. "I just see the way you get frustrated with all the attention," he turned back to her, sitting up. "Your career, they claim that you didn't do all the hard work you did… that I helped you get where you are." Ginny shook her head, her hand resting on his cheek; the flash of gold from her wedding ring caught her eye as she said:
"Harry, I don't care what they say. All those who matter know I would never let you do anything for me." She pressed a soft kiss on his lips, smiles forming on both of their faces.
With Harry's fears at rest, his arms wrapped around her middle and slowly they both fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometimes in the early hours of the morning, you just need some reassurance that everything is okay.
Ginny – 100 Things: 12. Sleep Together. School of Prompt: Gold. (350 words)