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[the_woodpecker]

All is very, very quiet in the Tonks-Wrangle flat. It's so late that most night owls would consider it early

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[clumsy_auror]

For her part, 'Dora grunts, still mostly asleep.

She feels around on Bernard's side of the bed, dimly registers that he's not there, and -- satisfied that he's on the case -- goes back to sleep.

[clumsy_auror]

The baby's still mumbling to himself, now investigating the edge of the blanket with both his hands and mouth. 'Dora snorts softly and drops a kiss onto his dark thatch of black hair. "Love you."

[the_woodpecker]

Anthony turns his head towards her. "Muh muh muh muhm."

Bernard shifts on the bed, and harrumphs a bit. "This is the problem with having him in here, you know. I can't hold you."

[clumsy_auror]

"This is part of having children, dear," she laughs, and leans down to press a kiss to Anthony's waiting lips. "Golly, you're a looker."

[the_woodpecker]

As if on cue, Anthony suffers from a bout of sudden shyness and covers his face with his hands. They both snicker.

"Well. He takes after you."

[clumsy_auror]

Proudly, "Yes, he does." Then she gently pries one of Anthony's small hands away from his face and gently gnaws on it. He gurgles in a pleased sort of way.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard lies there for a moment, looking at the way the shifting layers of dark somehow manage to throw her sharp cheekbone into relief, at the way her hair looks inky and colorless.

At the way she smiles when she says their son looks like her and acts like her.

He reaches a hand across to trail one finger over her cheek, silent, unable to express the way this feels.

[clumsy_auror]

Still smiling, 'Dora looks over at Bernard, leaning into his touch. "What're you thinking about?"

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard opens his mouth and takes a breath to reply several times; nothing seems to be enough. Finally, he settles on the simplest answer, and the most all-encompassing.

"You."

[clumsy_auror]

The smile on her face widens as she leans over Anthony to press a kiss to Bernard's lips.

[the_woodpecker]

His eyes flutter close as her lips touch his, and his hand reaches over Anthony to twine with hers.

"I think," he murmurs, "that there are too many people in this bed."

[clumsy_auror]

"...So you'll be sleeping on the couch, or...?"

[the_woodpecker]

"...You suck."

[clumsy_auror]

"No," she laughs, and casts a pointed look down at Anthony, who's looking between the two of them with interest. "But this one seems to need the company."

[the_woodpecker]

"I know," Bernard replies grudgingly, and sighs, turning onto his stomach with some care.

Anthony kicks and tries to turn over, too, and gets tangled for his trouble.

"What time is it, anyway?"

[clumsy_auror]

"Mm, it's--" She cranes her neck to look at the clock, even as she untangles Anthony. "Ugh. Three thirty-four." Anthony yawns, and 'Dora does too.