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Harry whistles softly to himself as he works in the kitchen. The rhythmic tunes were accompanied with the soft sounds of boiling pasta and a knife gliding against a chopping board.
There is a warm ripple in wards, the protective magic informing its owner about his wife’s arrival. With a wave of his wand, Harry automates the chopping and sets aside the now al dente pasta to go greet his love.
The Lady of the House drags her feet behind her gracelessly, her tired demeanor contrasting her pristine appearance and her neat honey-blonde hair. It was a side of the “Ice Queen” reserved for the comforts of her home.
She feels her husband’s strong hands wrap around her from behind and rests her head against his chest. She lets out a tired sigh, taking in the faint aroma of spices emanating from him.
‘Tough day?’; Harry frames it more like a statement than a question.
Daphne turns in his arms and mumbles against his chest: ‘Horrid’.
‘Really? The reporters were singing your praises on The Wireless…’; Harry teases with a knowing smirk.
‘That’s because the reporters are stupid…’; His wife replies with a playful growl but Harry is quick to retort: ‘Maybe you are just too big of a perfectionist to ever be satisfied’.
‘I don’t think so… I can think of many instances where my hunky husband satisfied me…’; Daphne purrs against ear.
Harry lets out a small chuckle, trying to hide his reddening cheeks but Daphne knows she has won this one. ‘Go and wash up, dinner will be ready by the time you come down’; Harry pulls away after pecking his wife’s forehead.
‘Where’s Edward?’; Daphne inquires about her hyper-active adopted son who would usually be at the door to greet her.
Harry calls out to his wife from the kitchen: ‘I sent Teddy to his Grandma’s house… so its only me and you at home tonight’. Harry pokes his head out the kitchen door to wink at his wife who is already halfway up the stairs.
By the time his wife returns, Harry had already plated the meal for the two of them. ‘Looks good’; Says Daphne as she walks down the stairs. ‘Aglio e Olio… your favorite’; Replies her husband with a warm smile. ‘I wasn’t talking about the pasta…’; Daphne says with a cheeky wink.
'If you keep treating me so well… I might let you give Edward a sibling earlier than I promised'; Daphne purred as she dug into her meal. ‘Don’t tempt me woman’; Harry growled in response.
‘Hmm… let’s make the Heir Potter tonight… that sounds like a good idea’; Daphne purred as she continued eating. Harry sets down his fork and stares at her, before asking: 'You serious?'.
‘Mmh-hmm’; She nodded lightly, in response to which Harry stared to eat hurriedly. Daphne let out a chuckle and teases: ‘Careful… can’t have Daddy Potter-Black choking to death before he has a chance to fill up Mommy Potter-Black with all of his munchkins’. She ate at a tantalizing pace.
As soon as their meal was over, Harry lifted his wife, slinging her over his shoulder as she squealed playfully and rushed to their bedroom.
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