Post by osusprinks on May 11, 2007 16:48:43 GMT -5
Sprinks note: You have all deduced by now (or you should have) that I am not in fact furandfeathers. However, the amazing Rolanda (yes, she has a nickname now too) is unable to access her internet at home, so she emailed this to me to post. I'll have mine up soon, I hope. Happy reading (cause Ro rocks!), Dark Lord Mona Sprinklepants
A/N: Bad title, not so good story, nothing belongs to me. Property of J. K. Rowling.
Twinkling blue eyes watched the dark haired witch and the tiny infant she held in her arms. Albus could hardly believe it had been nearly two months since their daughter had been born. She was perfect and beautiful and smart, just like her mother. Albus silently crossed the room and sat down on the sofa next to his wife and daughter, kissing Minerva on the cheek. She turned her head and kissed his lips.
“Let me put her to bed,” she whispered, carefully standing and trying not to wake the baby.
Albus waited on the sofa with a grin covering his face as his wife glided into the little girl’s room to put her in her crib. Resting his head on the soft cushions behind him, he though back to the blissful days of their honeymoon. He wouldn’t trade his little girl for anything, but he had to admit, he missed the days when it was just him and Minerva, with no interruptions. Albus started from his reverie when Minerva, who had silently entered the room, sat down on his lap, and curled her arms around his neck.
“Well, hello,” he said smiling, his arms coming to drape around her waist. Minerva rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him.
“I’ve missed this,” she said, sighing contentedly against his neck.
“So have I,” he told her, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
The moment his lips touched hers, a cry came from the other room. “Someone’s not sleepy,” Albus said, reluctantly letting go of his wife so she could put their daughter back to sleep.
“She’s probably hungry, you and your shiny clothes were distracting her earlier. Albus grinned sheepishly. He found the shooting stars on his robes almost as amusing as his daughter did.
Albus shed his outer robe and stretched out on the sofa, lighting a fire to take the chill out of the room. He could hear Minerva making soothing noises and he could hear the rhythmic squeak of the rocking chair. She was such a wonderful mother. Albus felt himself fill with that feeling of absolute joy that came whenever he thought of his family. He was so caught up in his thoughts again that he didn’t hear the creak of the chair stop and only noticed Minerva when she stopped beside the sofa and gently nudged him so she could stretch out beside him.
“What were you thinking about that had you so oblivious?” she asked.
“You. And our beautiful daughter. And how much I adore you both.” He told her, kissing her tenderly.
Minerva smiled. “Albus you don’t have to suck up, you haven’t done anything wrong.” She said. “Have you?” she added, poking him affectionately.
“No, I haven’t. I was being completely serious. I feel like I don’t tell you enough how much I love you.”
“You tell me every day.” She replied, snuggling closer.
“I know but…”
“Oh just stop talking, Albus.” She said, covering his mouth and preventing any further conversation.
Again, they heard a cry from the next room.
“Ignore her, she’ll go back to sleep.” Minerva said, curling her arms around his neck.
“But she’s little…”
“She’s been fed, she’s been changed, she’ll be fine Albus. You can’t pick up a baby every time they cry, that’s spoiling them.” Minerva told him.
Again, he pulled away. “Min, she sounds upset.”
“She is.” Minerva said, slightly irritated. “She has a sixth sense and she knows that you’re paying attention to me and not her.”
“Are you sure she’s okay?” Albus persisted.
“Yes! I’m sure! She’ll put herself back to sleep, I promise. And if she isn’t quiet in a few minutes you can go in a calm her down, all right?”
“All right,” Albus said reluctantly. “I’m sorry, Min, I just worry.” He said, pulling her closer to him again and kissing her.
“I know, darling. You’re a wonderful Daddy. I love you.” She replied. “Listen.”
Silence. Minerva was right, she had put herself back to sleep.
“Do you think she’ll stay asleep now?”
“Yes,” Minerva replied, her eyes sparkling.
“Good. Finally, some time for us.” Albus said, lowering his head to kiss her passionately.
Suddenly the door from Albus’ office flew open and in stormed a short woman with spiky hair, carrying a bottle and calling rather loudly, “I’ve got firewhiskey!”
“ROLANDA!”
Ignore Her
A/N: Bad title, not so good story, nothing belongs to me. Property of J. K. Rowling.
Twinkling blue eyes watched the dark haired witch and the tiny infant she held in her arms. Albus could hardly believe it had been nearly two months since their daughter had been born. She was perfect and beautiful and smart, just like her mother. Albus silently crossed the room and sat down on the sofa next to his wife and daughter, kissing Minerva on the cheek. She turned her head and kissed his lips.
“Let me put her to bed,” she whispered, carefully standing and trying not to wake the baby.
Albus waited on the sofa with a grin covering his face as his wife glided into the little girl’s room to put her in her crib. Resting his head on the soft cushions behind him, he though back to the blissful days of their honeymoon. He wouldn’t trade his little girl for anything, but he had to admit, he missed the days when it was just him and Minerva, with no interruptions. Albus started from his reverie when Minerva, who had silently entered the room, sat down on his lap, and curled her arms around his neck.
“Well, hello,” he said smiling, his arms coming to drape around her waist. Minerva rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him.
“I’ve missed this,” she said, sighing contentedly against his neck.
“So have I,” he told her, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
The moment his lips touched hers, a cry came from the other room. “Someone’s not sleepy,” Albus said, reluctantly letting go of his wife so she could put their daughter back to sleep.
“She’s probably hungry, you and your shiny clothes were distracting her earlier. Albus grinned sheepishly. He found the shooting stars on his robes almost as amusing as his daughter did.
Albus shed his outer robe and stretched out on the sofa, lighting a fire to take the chill out of the room. He could hear Minerva making soothing noises and he could hear the rhythmic squeak of the rocking chair. She was such a wonderful mother. Albus felt himself fill with that feeling of absolute joy that came whenever he thought of his family. He was so caught up in his thoughts again that he didn’t hear the creak of the chair stop and only noticed Minerva when she stopped beside the sofa and gently nudged him so she could stretch out beside him.
“What were you thinking about that had you so oblivious?” she asked.
“You. And our beautiful daughter. And how much I adore you both.” He told her, kissing her tenderly.
Minerva smiled. “Albus you don’t have to suck up, you haven’t done anything wrong.” She said. “Have you?” she added, poking him affectionately.
“No, I haven’t. I was being completely serious. I feel like I don’t tell you enough how much I love you.”
“You tell me every day.” She replied, snuggling closer.
“I know but…”
“Oh just stop talking, Albus.” She said, covering his mouth and preventing any further conversation.
Again, they heard a cry from the next room.
“Ignore her, she’ll go back to sleep.” Minerva said, curling her arms around his neck.
“But she’s little…”
“She’s been fed, she’s been changed, she’ll be fine Albus. You can’t pick up a baby every time they cry, that’s spoiling them.” Minerva told him.
Again, he pulled away. “Min, she sounds upset.”
“She is.” Minerva said, slightly irritated. “She has a sixth sense and she knows that you’re paying attention to me and not her.”
“Are you sure she’s okay?” Albus persisted.
“Yes! I’m sure! She’ll put herself back to sleep, I promise. And if she isn’t quiet in a few minutes you can go in a calm her down, all right?”
“All right,” Albus said reluctantly. “I’m sorry, Min, I just worry.” He said, pulling her closer to him again and kissing her.
“I know, darling. You’re a wonderful Daddy. I love you.” She replied. “Listen.”
Silence. Minerva was right, she had put herself back to sleep.
“Do you think she’ll stay asleep now?”
“Yes,” Minerva replied, her eyes sparkling.
“Good. Finally, some time for us.” Albus said, lowering his head to kiss her passionately.
Suddenly the door from Albus’ office flew open and in stormed a short woman with spiky hair, carrying a bottle and calling rather loudly, “I’ve got firewhiskey!”
“ROLANDA!”
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