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Harry woke early as oft he did, the darkness of his and Daphne's bedroom still prevalent and only just broken by the soft light coming in from the window, a gift of the waning moon and bright stars above. It was a good morning, he could feel it.

With a sigh, he turned his head to regard his wife; she was sound asleep, the blankets bunched around her middle, and a pillow in her arms that looked like a substitute for he, himself. Her husband.

He smirked, victorious, at the thought.

It was his day off, the last for the next eight or so, and after the last couple of weeks, he had plans for them. Daphne deserved a break, a rest, and he was determined to give it to her. She'd done nothing but work on their house, their lives and their daughter.

Thinking of the perfect little girl they'd made saw him peer past Daphne, to the crib wherein their daughter Astrid lay. She was sleeping, her chest rising and falling, and a bit of drool dribbling down her chin. There was always this slight sliver of relief whenever he saw all was well, and she was still breathing.

They had a life now, one of their own, and Merlin, he loved her.

Daphne shifted, her bare leg brushing against his, and with her hand, she reached across the space between them and grasped his. It was the kind of intimate action that reminded him just how lucky he was, and so he shifted around as well, spooning her, his front to her back, and a hand draped around her middle.

"Warm," Daphne muttered sleepily.

"Good," Harry replied, nuzzling the back of her neck, her hair tickling his nose.

"Time?"

"Early," he whispered. "Go back to sleep, love."

"You, too," Daphne muttered with her hand growing tighter round his, her voice drifting off as she did.

"Yes ma'am," Harry said. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and after closing his eyes, he did as she bid, drifting off.

Harry was awoken again some hours later, this time by the sunlight coming through the window, and by a small, happy baby squealing from her crib. The sun was already high in the sky, which meant it was probably a little bit before noon, but he didn't have much time to consider it when Daphne started moving, her body shifting against his, and her hand, which had remained locked around his, squeezing his.

"She's awake," Harry muttered into her ear.

Daphne made a noise, and sat up, already pulling at her shirt. "She's hungry, I can tell. Morgana, why did my boobs have to get so big? I can barely see over them sometimes."

Harry, for his part, was very glad that her boobs had gotten bigger. Not that he'd had much to complain about beforehand. Perfection was her however she was.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, leaning into her back. "I'll get her and give her a quick change and refreshing. I'll get your breakfast after. Then we can figure out what we want to do today."

Daphne turned her head. "Oh? And just what might these plans be, Mister Potter?"

"A surprise." Harry pressed a kiss to the side of her head, and then slid off the bed, pulling on a shirt and his pajama bottoms.

She leaned back, using a pair of pillows to prop herself up, and gave him a very obvious look up and down. "I think I'd quite like another surprise." Her eyes went to Astrid as she said this, and then back to him, and she waggled her eyebrows.

He nearly tripped as he moved to grab his glasses and Astrid, and the two of them laughed.

"That always gets you," Daphne teased.

"Only because you're so cute," Harry said. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Surprise me," Daphne replied, giving him a little smirk.

"I intend to," Harry promised.

Daphne had given birth less than six months ago, and so he took things easy for the most part, even though she was fully capable of getting back into the swing of things. "Did you ever think this'd be us when we were in Hogwarts?"

"Not really," Harry admitted.

Daphne chuckled. "You mean you weren't imagining me? Naked in a bed?"

"You're wicked," Harry grinned as he lifted Astrid, and headed for the door.

"Mmm," Daphne hummed, smiling as she watched him cast a few cleaning spells on their baby girl, and then change her into a fresh diaper and onesie.

He carried her over to the bed, and set her down on the mattress, where she promptly crawled towards her mother with happy and excited squeals, a huge smile on her face.

"You just wanted your mummy," Harry said, laughing.

"And her milk," Daphne added, grinning. "She goes for my breasts near as oft as you do."

"Not my fault," Harry protested, laughing.

"Oh? Whe—" she broke off to hiss lightly, her blue eyes darting to Astrid. "Gentle, sweetheart. Mummy likes it when you're gentle."

"I'll be back right quick with breakfast," Harry said, moving towards the door, chuckling. "And I don't remember you complaining about it last night, Mrs. Potter."

"Hush, you," Daphne called out.

He laughed the whole way down the hall.

Later that day, Anastasia and Astoria arrived to have a girls' day, and so while his daughter was spending time with her grandmother and aunt, he got to spend some private time with his wife.

They were sat in the garden, and Harry had his head resting on Daphne's lap, and his feet kicked up on the edge of the lounger. Her hand was stroking through his hair, and it felt so nice, he could fall asleep.

"This is wonderful," Daphne whispered.

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

"Mhm," Daphne said.

"I thought it might be nice to spend a bit of time outside, and just relax. You deserve it," Harry said.

Daphne laughed softly. "Oh, I know. I'm wonderful. But thank you for treating me. I am rather enjoying it."

Harry laughed, and then sighed happily. "You are wonderful, there's no denying that — I was thinking, should we get another house elf or two? To help out a bit. The house is pretty big. And I know you love taking care of Astrid, and you don't really want a nanny or anything, but I'm worried we're working you too hard."

"Oh, Harry," Daphne said. "Thank you, love. I do appreciate the thought, but I'm rather content. I have you, a more loving husband than most women could hope for, and I have Astrid. Soiled diapers and the occasional spit-up is more than worth it."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he paused as the wards he'd set up in the garden let him know someone was approaching.

"Mum?" Daphne asked.

The older Greengrass matriarch strode out of the house and towards them, wearing a dress similar to her daughter's, but with her blonde hair swept up and pinned into place. Her smile was warm, and she carried herself in the regal and refined manner that both mother and daughter possessed.

"Darling," she said, coming to a stop beside them, "Your father and I would like to give you, Harry and Astrid the Swedish Villa for a month getaway. Just the three of you. We'll watch over the house, and make sure it's in perfect order for when you return."

"Mum," Daphne breathed. "We couldn't ask that of you."

Anastasia held up a hand. "I won't hear it. I won't. It's our gift, and one you shall take. Now, Harry," her gaze shifted to him, her expression warm. "I do hope you'll agree."

"Of course," Harry said, looking up at his wife's mum.

He knew agreeing so readily might have seemed like a bad move, but the fact was, he knew she had the best interests of her family at heart, and was as kind and warm as Molly once one got to know her. Daph had always spoken about Sweden rather fondly, and he didn't see how this could be anything other than a positive.

"I'm so glad you said that," Anastasia said, laughing lightly.

Daphne gave her a look. "Mum."

"Shush," her mother tutted. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go tell your father to see any last minute provisions are taken care of — and Daphne?"

"Yes?" Daphne asked.

"She's perfect as ever." Anastasia leaned down, pressing a kiss to Daphne's cheek, and then turned, leaving the same way she came.

Daphne sighed and looked down at Harry, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and annoyance.

"Well," Harry said. "At least it'll give us a break — I'll tell Kingsley and he'll pass it along to the others. It'll be like a honeymoon."

"It will, won't it?" Daphne seemed to perk up at that. "I've always liked having Astoria around. I suppose then would make for the perfect time." She had a smile as his head settled back atop those soft thighs of hers, and her hand resumed playing with his hair.

A month away from everything sounded wonderful.

Sweden was a beautiful country. Harry had known that, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

He was currently sat outside on the deck, which had a beautiful view of a bright blue lake and surrounding forest. It was quiet, peaceful, and the perfect place to relax. He couldn't recall the last time he'd actually had a proper break, and he knew Daphne hadn't had much time to take one either.

But they had an entire month here, just the three of them.

Astrid was down for her morning nap, and Daphne was inside, having a bath. There was a hot spring that they could use, and a sauna, and the whole place was so clean, and well-kept, he wondered if perhaps the Greengrass family owned the actual land it was built on; Merlin, he could see how Anastasia and her husband had such a youthful look about them if they came here often.

He took a sip of a Swedish drink Daph had insisted he try — Akvavit, it was called. A spiced and flavoured spirit, not unlike Firewhisky, but less potent.

Harry took a longer sip, and then set it down on the small table beside his chair, and sighed, a happy and content noise.

He heard the door slide open behind him, and he turned his head to find his wife stepping outside. She was wrapped in a long, white silk robe, and her hair was damp and brushed out, framing her face.

She really was the most gorgeous woman alive.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, walking towards him.

"About how much I love you," Harry said, standing up, and moving towards her.

Daphne laughed. "Is that all?"

"Yes," Harry said, pulling her close, his hands on her hips. "You shine here. And that call you did the other night. The one that called those animals to come out from the woods... what sort of spell was it?"

Again, she laughed. The sound was music to his ears. "There's not a name for it. It's an ancient herding charm. Tamed or wild, the animals still recognize it, and come." She prodded his chest. "It brought you along too last I recall."

"How could I not when such a pretty creature was calling to me?" Harry leaned forward, his lips brushing hers for a quick peck before he hiked her up.

Daphne was giggling as he carried her over to the lounger, and gently set her down on the plush surface.

"You sure there's no siren in you, my lovely wife?" Harry asked, grinning.

"Quite sure," Daphne said, her fingers tugging at his shirt, urging him closer.

"You don't wan—"

"I want you." Her eyes were shining with desire, her legs parting beneath him. "Don't you remember what I said?"

He did, and so he gave into the beautiful creature before him just as he'd done the night prior.