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𝕽emus couldn't deny he was mildly disappointed when he woke from his deep sleepy state to Willow's side to the bed completely empty.
He also couldn't deny that when he drifted off to sleep the previous night after staring intensely at his Hufflepuff, he'd hoped they'd be able to lazy in bed all morning, just being in each other's arms as the world passed by outside the comfort of their bedroom.
Supposing he could find her wherever she happened to be and persuade her to come back to bed, he stretches out his lanky limbs, still dopey from his weightless, dreamy sleep, hunching over his side of the bed to find his brown slippers there waiting.
The warm smile that compulsively spread across his lips wasn't an unusual one, because whether he woke up with Willow or not— whether it was Summer, Autumn, Winter or Spring, she always made sure his slippers were there ready for him to shuffle around in, with the knowledge he doesn't like when his bare feet touch the cool floors.
September had only just began, reality settling back to normal from the last effects of celebration and happiness for both Regulus and James' marriage— now they were back to war, back to fighting, back to to desperately hoping this war would be over soon so they could continue with their lives, the way it was supposed to be in their last few years at Hogwarts and then on from graduating.
He briefly reads the early time on the clock hanging on the wall, before opening the front door and stepping outside, immediately sucking in a breath as the cool air gushed against his bare, scarred chest, the late Summer temperatures not quite have warmed the earth as of yet in the day.
Without another thought he trudges towards where he could spot his veela positioned on the grass, her back against the cottage for support with a blanket draped over her and a small bin besides her. Her gaze is set directly forwards, still admiring the blazing pinks that paint the sky in pretty shades this sunrise, with a serene expression spread across her face.
She doesn't acknowledge him as he slumps down besides her silently, she just raises the blanket for him to slip in and press their sides together to secure some warmth. A light sigh escapes him, dipping his head to peck the top of her head when she leaned against his shoulder, humming in content.
"A beautiful sunrise" He observes quietly, only flickering his eyes down when he feels sparks of magic in his fingertips when she lightly brushed hers against his, then slowly lacing their hands together as she replied airily,
"It definitely is, it's certainly one I don't regret watching"
I'd left our bedroom around an hour ago, after tossing and turning for what felt like three hours— struggling to drift back off with the baby. Either i'm sleeping too much or little at all, it's very inconsistent, and then of course I didn't want to wake him up with listening to my morning sickness, which lead me to reside outsides hoping some fresh air would settle the nausea. It was getting worse with each day progressing in weeks, and much harder to hide from him.
