Prompt Thirteen: Interlude
Title: Interlude
Author:
gijane7702
Format & Word Count: Short Fic//665
Rating: PG
Warning(s): fluff; angst (JKR stuck the knife in, I'm just twisting it)
Prompt: #13-Three words: Accio, touch, beneath
Summary: “…who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.” (Deathly Hallows, p 605-American edition)
Author’s Notes: Yes, I used the other half of this quote already =)
More inspiration from
blackunicorn777’s artwork *must scroll down--third pic*
The sound of Teddy fussing wakes me.
I roll over to check on Dora and find her still sleeping. My heart fills with love and I can’t resist placing a kiss on her cheek. My poor wife is exhausted from caring for our nearly two-month year old son, yet she never complains. Teddy fusses again, so I swiftly get out of bed and hurry over to his cradle.
When I look down at him, he gurgles happily back at me. I feel my face break out into a grin and he giggles more. Reaching in, I gently pick him up and embrace him securely in my arms. There, my son seems comfortable just looking up and watching me.
Walking over to the window, the light from the waxing gibbous moon illuminates us both. I sigh, knowing that the full moon is in a few days. Unconsciously, I shift Teddy closer to my heart as the memory of me abandoning him and his mother surfaces. With my index finger, I touch his baby soft cheek and he regards me solemnly, as if he knows what I am reflecting on.
“I’m sorry, Teddy. I love you so much, my son,” I whisper to him, brushing a kiss across his forehead. “I’m so sorry.”
Suddenly, he yawns. The memory is banished as I watch his bright blue eyes, inherited from me, start to flutter close. By the time I walk back to his cradle and place him in it, he is asleep. I turn away ready for sleep myself, but immediately, Teddy begins to fuss again. I turn back to find him staring wide-eyed up at me again.
“Weren’t you asleep?” I ask him.
He gurgles knowingly back at me, as if saying, “So you thought, Daddy.”
My son, at seven weeks, is already showing signs of becoming a next generation Marauder. The very thought terrifies me, since I know what I got away with as one. Teddy giggles as if, once again, he knows what I am thinking and I feel my lips twitch in amusement. I do have the advantage, so let him try.
I pick him back up and head back to bed. Lying down, I place Teddy on my chest, my heart beating beneath him. It is one of our favourite ways of holding him. My son is happy there, his eyes flutter closed again and he falls asleep, and I am content, knowing that he is there. I place a hand on his back, securing him in place. My heart skips a beat as I feel his small warm body beneath my hand.
I close my eyes, ready for sleep, but I hear Dora quietly call, “Accio Teddy’s blanket.” The lopsided knitted blanket that she made the Muggle way soars over from his cradle. My wife catches it and places it over our son. “Go to sleep, Remus,” she whispers. Dora places her hand on top of mine through the blanket. Her touch is soothing to both father and son.
“I love you,” I tell her, a thick lump of emotion in my throat.
“I love you too,” she tells me, leaning down to brush a kiss against my lips.
“I love you so much,” I whisper. “I love you both so much.”
Dora snuggles as close as she can get to me, her hand still on top of mine. “We love you too. Go to bed.” I close my eyes once again, and then she speaks once more, “We forgave you a long time ago, Daddy.”
I feel a tear trickle down my cheek at her words. I know they did, but it doesn’t stop the guilt. It never will. I feel her gentle touch, delicate as a fairy’s wing, as she wipes the tear away. “Get some sleep, Remus. Teddy’ll be up soon enough.”
I turn to look at her, but she’s already closed her eyes and is asleep. I kiss her forehead, and then quickly follow my family into slumber.
Author:
gijane7702
Format & Word Count: Short Fic//665
Rating: PG
Warning(s): fluff; angst (JKR stuck the knife in, I'm just twisting it)
Prompt: #13-Three words: Accio, touch, beneath
Summary: “…who saw a tiny baby with a tuft of bright turquoise hair, waving fat fists at the camera.” (Deathly Hallows, p 605-American edition)
Author’s Notes: Yes, I used the other half of this quote already =)
More inspiration from
blackunicorn777’s artwork *must scroll down--third pic*
The sound of Teddy fussing wakes me.
I roll over to check on Dora and find her still sleeping. My heart fills with love and I can’t resist placing a kiss on her cheek. My poor wife is exhausted from caring for our nearly two-month year old son, yet she never complains. Teddy fusses again, so I swiftly get out of bed and hurry over to his cradle.
When I look down at him, he gurgles happily back at me. I feel my face break out into a grin and he giggles more. Reaching in, I gently pick him up and embrace him securely in my arms. There, my son seems comfortable just looking up and watching me.
Walking over to the window, the light from the waxing gibbous moon illuminates us both. I sigh, knowing that the full moon is in a few days. Unconsciously, I shift Teddy closer to my heart as the memory of me abandoning him and his mother surfaces. With my index finger, I touch his baby soft cheek and he regards me solemnly, as if he knows what I am reflecting on.
“I’m sorry, Teddy. I love you so much, my son,” I whisper to him, brushing a kiss across his forehead. “I’m so sorry.”
Suddenly, he yawns. The memory is banished as I watch his bright blue eyes, inherited from me, start to flutter close. By the time I walk back to his cradle and place him in it, he is asleep. I turn away ready for sleep myself, but immediately, Teddy begins to fuss again. I turn back to find him staring wide-eyed up at me again.
“Weren’t you asleep?” I ask him.
He gurgles knowingly back at me, as if saying, “So you thought, Daddy.”
My son, at seven weeks, is already showing signs of becoming a next generation Marauder. The very thought terrifies me, since I know what I got away with as one. Teddy giggles as if, once again, he knows what I am thinking and I feel my lips twitch in amusement. I do have the advantage, so let him try.
I pick him back up and head back to bed. Lying down, I place Teddy on my chest, my heart beating beneath him. It is one of our favourite ways of holding him. My son is happy there, his eyes flutter closed again and he falls asleep, and I am content, knowing that he is there. I place a hand on his back, securing him in place. My heart skips a beat as I feel his small warm body beneath my hand.
I close my eyes, ready for sleep, but I hear Dora quietly call, “Accio Teddy’s blanket.” The lopsided knitted blanket that she made the Muggle way soars over from his cradle. My wife catches it and places it over our son. “Go to sleep, Remus,” she whispers. Dora places her hand on top of mine through the blanket. Her touch is soothing to both father and son.
“I love you,” I tell her, a thick lump of emotion in my throat.
“I love you too,” she tells me, leaning down to brush a kiss against my lips.
“I love you so much,” I whisper. “I love you both so much.”
Dora snuggles as close as she can get to me, her hand still on top of mine. “We love you too. Go to bed.” I close my eyes once again, and then she speaks once more, “We forgave you a long time ago, Daddy.”
I feel a tear trickle down my cheek at her words. I know they did, but it doesn’t stop the guilt. It never will. I feel her gentle touch, delicate as a fairy’s wing, as she wipes the tear away. “Get some sleep, Remus. Teddy’ll be up soon enough.”
I turn to look at her, but she’s already closed her eyes and is asleep. I kiss her forehead, and then quickly follow my family into slumber.