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Hermione Delacour-Granger was a simple woman. She loved getting snuggled by her wife and, most of all, she loved their little baby Celestè. The brunette was currently enjoying one Fleur Delacour-Granger's arms around her. Alas, there was one teeny tiny little noise that sounded faintly like a kitten mewling. It was coming from the crib in their room. She then had to squirm and go to their child. Of course, since Fleur lost her bundle of warmth she moved herself into a sitting position to look at Hermione.
"Mon amour? What time is it?" A sleepy Fleur asked.
The Lioness was quick to carry little Celestè and pepper her with kisses. "About half past four in the morning."
Fleur groaned. "I do hope that she is not having a contest with the sun… and I want some kisses too."
Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Well, get over here then you big baby."
The Veela was immediately energized at the invitation of kisses and cuddling their baby. At seven months old, the small girl has decided she can babble and smack absolutely anything she gets her hands on.
"You both make me so happy." Whispered Fleur, before leaning in to kiss Hermione.
Unfortunately, Celestè had decided that Hermione was all hers and smacked Fleur's nose. Hermione snorted and the baby babbled, as if telling the blonde to keep away.
Celestè didnt account for the insane amount of tickling she would receive from her blonde mother and was giggling uncontrollably.
Hermione lived for moments like these and she was thankful to have these special little moments. She prays to be blessed with more.