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I wake up
To the smell of coffee
Weak sunlight filters in
Through a crack in the blinds
It snowed again last night
And my roof is covered in a thick blanket of white
I watch
As he stretches under his own blankets
And sighs contentedly
I open up my blinds a bit further
To let in more light and see him better
His hair is sticking up in every direction
And I look forward to the banter
When his husband teases him about it
Inevitably
Soon, there will be
A tray floating through the door
Filled with cups of coffee and a refilling teapot
Eggs and toast
And other breakfast treats
Followed by the pitter-patter of small footsteps
Running to keep up with their father
And the slower footsteps of a sullen teenager
Who insists he's too old for morning cuddles
But secretly loves them anyway
It's been so long since a loving family lived here
And I soak up every second of it
There will be laughter
As the three-legged dog is the first to claim space on the bed for himself
A good morning kiss between husbands
Teddy helping Scorpius get on the bed
Everyone settling in for their Sunday morning tradition
My eaves shiver in anticipation
And a bit of snow drops to the ground with a thud
Harry pats my wall
Intuitively tapping the spot where my magic flows
And my beams groan softly as I calm down
There are footsteps approaching
Harry turns to the door
And smiles