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Ginny wakes to the feeling of warm sunshine licking at her skin. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat as she stretches, then blinks away the sleep still clinging to her eyelids. There’s a rustle of movement on her right and a soft, content sigh, and she smiles. Pushing herself up on her elbow, she turns towards the figure on the other side of the bed. Pale blond hair curls around her wife’s cheek where it has escaped the braid she’d put it on the night before, and Ginny marvels at the way it glimmers under the morning light.
It’s been a while since she had the luxury of time to just contemplate the beauty that is Luna in the morning—early wake-up calls for training have been the norm since she joined the Harpies five years ago, and the habit didn’t change even when she was on holidays. There has always been an itch beneath her skin that prompted her to get up, get ready and keep up with her training regime. Even now there’s a part of her that is clamoring for her to move, to get up and put on her gear; pick up her broom, and fly, but—
But.
With careful fingers, Ginny brushes the blond curl away from her love’s face and then gently caresses her cheek, her neck, her barely-covered shoulder. Luna’s wearing a loose, old tank-top that’s worn and soft and comfy, which has two thin straps that tend to fall down her arm when she moves in her sleep and always makes her look rumpled and soft when she wakes. Ginny loves it.
She lets her hand fall to her wife’s side, barely touches the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist before she gently stops with her palm over the round, beautiful stomach, just where the top doesn’t cover anymore.
It’s a week before Luna’s due date; the start of Ginny’s six months of maternity leave, and she’s going to enjoy it to the fullest.
There’s a soft movement beneath her hand and that’s all the warning she has before the baby—their baby, their baby daughter—gives a powerful kick, as if saying hello. Ginny feels her eyes prickle as a burst of warm joy explodes in her chest, and she quietly moves down to press a kiss to warm skin.
Soft laughter makes her look up and her eyes lock with gray-blue ones full of warmth.
“Morning, love,” Luna says, moving her right hand to brush the lock of bright red hair that just fell over Ginny’s eye back behind her ear. Ginny smiles at her, soft and utterly besotted, and Luna laughs again. She moves the hand from Ginny’s hair to her stomach to rub gently over the spot where the baby kicked. “Saying hello to mummy, baby? You could do so without dancing on my bladder, you know. Now I have to go to the loo.”
Ginny snorts and gets off the bed to help Luna up. She kisses her cheek lovingly and receives a peck on the lips in response before Luna makes her way to the toilet.
She looks around the room once after the door has closed, trying to decide between going back to bed and preparing breakfast. A look at the clock decides for her. It’s way too early still to start the day when there’s—for the first time in a long time—nothing pressing to do, so she lets herself drop back onto the mess of pillows and pale blue sheets, closes her eyes and daydreams.
It’s almost unbelievable how fast time has gone by since they started talking about kids, and now their baby is almost here, with them, and Ginny is equal parts delighted and terrified about it. She’s going to be a mum—a protector, a nurturer, somebody who is in charge of helping and guiding a little person into adulthood and a happy life and it’s so much responsibility, there’s so much that can go wrong and—
But she’s ready, too, in a way. Because she chose this. They chose this. They want to be mothers and they want this baby so much that sometimes it hurts, deep inside their chests, and that’s when they put on a favorite movie or listen to the wireless or simply cuddle on the bed, sharing their warmth and their hopes and their lives, love, happiness. It’s when they cut themselves off from the rest of the world and just are, together, for a while.
And that’s what they do when Luna comes back and carefully slides into bed beside Ginny; after they exchange soft kisses and 'I love you's and smiles full of promises. They curl up together, Luna’s back to Ginny’s chest and their joined hands on Luna’s pregnant belly, and let themselves be swept by the quiet contentment of the early morning and their shared love.