t i n y hands (bradly/open)

[calcetines]

Angel was half asleep, it was six in the morning, and having gotten up every two or three hours to feed her boys for the past two months was starting to take its toll on her physically. But she had to do it. Angel gently stroked the small bit of jet black hair on Morgayne's head as he nursed at her breast, his brother still contently asleep in his crib. Unable to prevent herself, she started humming quietly. It wasn't really a tune, more like white noise to prevent her mind from wandering off to gloomy subjects, mostly them surrounding Wolfgang, Emily, and the hundreds of lives lost in the attack on the Quidditch stadium. Angel was hurting, but there was no time to grieve.

Once Morgayne had finished eating, Angel burped him, but found that he was ready to be up for a while. Sighing to herself, Angel buttoned up her pajama top, and carried her son to the sitting room, cautiously lying him down on the play mat with the arch of plush toys dangling overhead. She got down on the floor, thankful for her youth in her motherhood, she would not pay for that later. Angel looked down into Morgayne's eyes, instead of fading to brown as she had suspected, they were green. Like her father's. Swallowing forcefully at the thought of Harry, Angel was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of knocking on the door. Wondering who on earth would come to her flat at six in the morning on a Sunday, Angel walked over to the door in her housecoat and slippers and opened it only to see...

[because]

It was Bradly, carrying a bag of food. "I brought breakfast," he replied with a gentle smile. "Can I come in?" he asked. He knew that Angel would be up early with the twins, and Bradly had been up already anyway. He hadn't had much sleep lately, but it didn't bother him. Bradly was just happy to see Angie. She looked radiant as usual, even though she looked as though she hadn't gotten near enough sleep in the past few months.

[calcetines]

"Yes, come in," said Angel, a balloon of happiness swelling up inside of her at the mere sight of Bradly. The Quidditch season had kept her boyfriend quite busy, they didn't see each other often. If she didn't have babies to look after she would be traveling with him, to be there at all his matches. But that was a dream for when her sons had gone to Hogwarts. Angel kissed Bradly on the cheek. "Thanks for breakfast," said Angel as she lead the way to her couch. She didn't have an actual table with chairs, her meals were eaten on the couch over the coffee table.

[because]

Bradly smiled. He followed Angel to the couch, then set out the food. There were rolls and the occasional doughnut, and several different spreads for the bagels. He had prepared for whatever interested Angie. He leaned over and pecked her on the lips before grabbing a bagel and slapping some peanut butter on it. He took a bite, looking around, alternating his gaze between Angie and the twins.

[calcetines]

Angel felt no guilt in selecting a donut, due to the wonders of magic she didn't have a trace of pregnancy weight left on her, and could easily fit into the jeans she had worn before the boys came along. It had sounded good to her, and she generally didn't eat much breakfast anyways. Looking down at her sons, Angel was instantly reminded of both Wolfgang and Harry, a thought which threatened tears, but she blinked forcefully and they were gone, though the urge to cry remained. Angel leaned against Bradly, he smelled good that morning.