"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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"Papa, papa," Tommy heard the soft voice of his eldest son whisper into his ear. Tommy though kept his eyes closed, his arms tightly wrapped around his wife's waist, he didn't want to be awake right now, he wanted to sleep in today. But apparently their twin boys had different ideas. "Papa, papa."
George sat in front of his mother, giggling as she shushed him. Placing his hands over his wide grin, he watched as his mother rolled around facing their papa. "Tommy, you gotta get up, we're hungry." Imogen whispered into her husbands ear. Sighing, Tommy opened his eyes, looking into his wife's bright green eyes. She smiled gently as he stared into her eyes.
"You're evil." He rasped out, sitting up, Fred now hanging off his papa's shoulders. George not wanting to miss out on the fun jumped over to his papa and climbed onto his other shoulder, gripping onto him. Shaking his head Tommy then pulled his twins to his face, laying them on their backs on the bed. The boys giggles ripped through the room as Tommy tickled the boys.
Imogen giggled, as she slipped away, waving her wand to put her clothes on quickly. She left the boys in the room as she waved her wand letting the house come alive with magic. Mimi was already making breakfast, "what are we having today Mimi?" Imogen asked as she made sure that both Elijah and Atticus were awake.
"Porridge and toast Missy Immi." Mimi responded with a giggle. "With freshly squeezed orange juice and tea for the Master and Mistress."
Imogen smiled, before two little bodies collided into her legs. "Mumma!" Fred and George cheered. Imogen giggled as she picked both boys up. Contrary to everyone's belief, Imogen was a strong woman, although tiny, she was strong, and she would be after being on the run for a whole year with Hermione and Ronald. And she always kept up with her spell work, teaching Atticus was a highlight in her life. And potion making really does make you put up a sweat. But she loved it, it allowed her the chance to hold both her boys in her arms.
Tommy soon walked out, seeing he twins in Imogen's arms, both boys chattering away to their mother. Tommy soon stood in front of her, kissing her lovely on the lips. "Papa!" The twins shouted smacking him away from their mother.
"What?" He asked them.
"You get to kiss her at night..." Fred started.
"We get her in the morning." George ended with a slight glare on his pudgy face.
Tommy held his hands in surrender as he backed away from Imogen. "Freddie, Georgie, your papa has been away for many years, you have to remember that. Don't you remember the tale I told you both of a lost soul?" She said to her boys as she sat down at her chair, the boys now in their highchairs.
"The one where the Chosen One's lost soul of their other half was in a different time, and it hurt her." Fred answered.
"Like you and Papa, because you and Papa are each other's true loves, soulmates." George continued with wide eyes.
