Chapter 2
Hermione was lying on a blanket in the garden. A hand under her head and the other under her baby bump. Severus was walking with Rosie against his shoulder, swinging to let her falling asleep, after lunch. As soon as the little one fell asleep, he put her down next to her mother: his little stars were sleeping with their mouth half-open, more identical than ever when they slept. He sat next to his wife and left a kiss on her bump: at six month, it stands out a lot, on her slender figure. He took a book and starts reading.
After a little more than an hour, he felt a hand caressing his knee. He closed his book and he lent out to kiss Hermione’s lips, eyes and forehead. She sat up and positioned herself between her husband’s opened legs, while he placed both of his big hands on her stomach, leaving small kisses on her exposed neck.
“How long did I sleep?” She asked with her sleepy voice.
“An whole hour and half, sleepyhead” he laughed, kissing her hair.
“It’s not my fault, it’s yours… keeping me awake all night” she answered mischievous.
She turned around to give him a passionate kiss that had short life having Rosie there next to them. They parted ways and looked at their baby girl asleep peacefully.
“I haven’t felt David move yet, today. Should we be worried?” Hermione asked after few moments.
“No, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s just tired and wanted to sleep.” Severus answered caressing her hair.
It started raining all of the sudden. Severus stood up and took Rosie with him, covering her with the blanket, before following his wife inside the house. They placed the little, fortunately still asleep, inside her bed and, then, they went taking off their wet clothes. While Hermione undressed herself, Severus followed her movements, surrounding her body from behind and putting into practice the thoughts he had made outside, in the garden, postponed for the presence of the little one.
He lay his wife on the bed, after freeing her of the bra, and started to strip, while the woman enjoyed the show with her arms under her head, giggling and approving the performance with vigorous nods. Severus lay down next to her, moving her body on top of his not to hurt their little one. They kissed, before Hermione moved to press her red lips on his erected penis, before caressing, licking and sucking it. Severus was grabbing her hair and holding tight her hand where their fingers were interlocked.
Few moments after she had raised her head, her lips covered in white, he pulled her closer and the woman let herself being penetrate from above, leaning out, as she could, to kiss his warm chest and, then, interlocking the fingers of both of her hands with his, to create a unbreakable bond. They came together, she slid next to him, earning again his lips that she already missed, parting only to take a breath.
Rosie’s voice reached them. Severus stood up and, with wave of his wand, he got dressed. He left the room to rescue the little one and take her in the bed with them. They found Hermione ready for them, with her arms wide opened. They played on the big bed, they laughed, Rosie improvised a dance with her curls, tying into two tails, which swings at each of her movement. Her mom laughed, while her dad looked at both of them captivated.
When the two girls fell asleep, hugging, the wizard covered them with the sheet, taking his book and starting reading, knowing that he would have taken Rosie inside her bed before going to sleep himself. Suddenly, he remembered what Hermione had told him few hours before, David had not been heard all day, so he put his hand on her baby bump, he caressed it and felt a little kick. He smiled and leant out to leave a little kiss. He took Rosie between his arms and held her tight: he didn’t know what he would have done without the three of them, they were his life.
He stood up and took his baby with him to place her in her own bed, leaving a kiss on her puffy cheek. Back into his chamber, he found Hermione awake: she had felt the baby kick. She had wet eyes. She was worried. Severus kissed her, before lying down and following asleep.
And the stars look at them from the window.