As the morning sun began to rise, so did the cacophony of bird song accompanied by a soft cry that echoed throughout the entirety of Spinners End. “It’s your turn” came a deep rumble from within the thick duvet. “Before sunrise, he is your son” came a slightly softer more feminine reply. “Are you always going to use that line on me?” “Listen here, buster, my girl Sarabi had the whole parenting thing down pat. Did you once hear Mufasa complaining about getting up to deal with Simba?” “God I wish I hadn't convinced Hermione to take you to see that film” came the defeated sigh followed by the padding of footsteps disappearing to the nursery. “Sidney, son, do you really have to wake up at 6am every morning on the dot when you've had me up most of the night?” Severus tutted as he scooped Sidney up from his crib and made his way over to the small under the counter fridge that held the baby bottles. “I do suppose that it's a good thing that you are getting me up this early since I'll be going back to work soon and having to commute there and back so that your mother doesn't have to handle you buy herself.” Severus murmured as he settled himself into the rocking chair, making sure to both keep a tight hold on Sidney and angle him properly to make sure that he got the most out of his bottle.
