Adonia Greengrass-Wood

With defeat evident in his eyes, he looked up to his twin standing over him.  He was too tired and too worn down to even attempt arguing with Doni, especially when they both knew she always won, even when he was at his best.  A soft groan left Tony’s lips as he slowly got to his feet.  The action making him aware of an injury in his right leg, which he had no memory of sustaining. Slumping ever so slightly, he held out his hand for Doni to take.  He wasn’t likely to take help from anyone else, except from his sister.  “Okay, i’m coming, just i don’t think i can apparte, and i can’t walk very fast either”  A choke left Tony’s lips which tapered into a short lived chuckle. “Look at how pathetic i’am” 

“I am planning a birthday party for my oldest son who is about to be eight. I cannot get anything done at all because I am extremely emotional about my baby being so grown up, and I’m very tired because my beautiful new baby twins are already playing tricks on each other, and I just… need a bit of a break. Please tell me something good that happened to you recently, or I might cry.”

Adonia blinked for several moments, slightly overwhelmed by the redhead. “Do you need any help?” She instead inquired slowly, slightly afraid to set off the girl in front of her. Besides, Declan had Oliver for the day as a way to make up for the time he had been gone, and she was left by herself with her unborn baby, completely at a loss for what to do without her son.

“Mm, I will always still love you.” Was his response, as if that was something undisputed, something as honest as breathing air or blinking. These moments made everything in his life good, certain, and true. Even the late nights after Oliver had just been born and Doni was still weak, he loved every bit of that. But this, laying here with the woman he so adored as the fall breeze whipped through the trees these were moments where he felt he had been the luckiest man alive. 

Closing his eyes as he felt her fingers in his hair, Declan continued to kiss at her tummy. “Keep talking,” he smiled a little as he looked back up at her, “I missed your voice, so,” he explained. No matter how many owls the two sent one another it was not the same as being beside her, hearing her voice, being home. “I don’t want to leave this cottage, I say we build on…or we put the baby with us for the first bit then she can share a room with Oli..” He admitted, “I don’t want to leave our home, this is our home..I want Christmasses here, I want grandchildren here,” he looked at her with a slight smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed a little not used to seeing her with such an adoring gaze. 

Adonia could only smile down at her love, her one and true love. Their love was something right out of her books, of that she was certain, for they had faced their fair share of hardships, however always came out together in the end, no matter what had come between them. She knew this would be the case until the both of them died. She was lucky to have found her soulmate so early on in life without having to search for him, for he had literally came barreling into her life when she had least expected it, and fought his way towards her heart like the lion he was.

She continued to smile as he showered her tummy with affection, his love for their unborn child clear as day by his simple caresses and kisses. “Well I’ve run out of fairytales to tell you.” She murmured with amusement, thinking back to all those times from when they were in Hogwarts when they would lay together, and she would retell each of her favorite tales by heart. His words brought on an unexpected relief upon her, because secretly, she hadn’t wanted to leave their cottage anytime soon, either. It was the very first place she had felt truly and completely at home and welcome, for she had never felt that in her own childhood home, nor had she had the pleasure of feeling that when she was at school. This was her home, well and truly, and she wasn’t ready to leave it behind so soon after finding it. Her features betrayed her feelings on the matter, for she hadn’t realized she was gazing down at him with a certain smile until he spoke up. “I love you.” Was all she said in response, caressing his cheek bone with her thumb. “We’ll make do.” She then said, sounding completely sure. And she was. They always made things work; making room in their small house would just be a small pebble in the road ahead.

Finishing their food he cleaned the dishes, yet did not return them to the kitchen for he simply wanted to lay back down with his wife. “Mmm why did you put this on?” Declan nearly whined tugging at her nightgown while sinking down beside her under the blankets. “Mm, and you’ve gotten arrogant while I’ve been gone, brilliant just what I need from you,” he snorted with a bit of a laugh. Watching as she snuggled back into the bed with him his fingertips traced over her little belly. Pulling up the pajamas to get a look at it as he smiled, it was one of those lazy, distant, adoring goofy smiles that so often found his visage. 

Walking his fingers around the belly he gave the corner of her lips a soft kiss. Yawning as he snuggled back down against the pillow his eyes drifted to where their second child grew. “I think it’s a girl,” he nodded as if he had determined it with some kind of ease, “What should we call her?” Turning to hover over her body he made his way down kissing the belly and resting his chin just below it looking up at her, “Something….royal sounding, you know like all your princess books.”

Doni was happy when her husband didn’t leave her side to put away the dishes, for she was content to simply have him all to herself for the night before their son would surely awaken tomorrow and demand his father’s entire attention, not that she minded in the slightest. “Don’t complain, I could have put more on.” She retorted with a playful roll of her eyes, a smile curling on her lips. She favored her silk nightgowns, but she also favored wearing something of his to bed, especially when he wasn’t home. On those nights, she always wore either a pair of his boxers or pajama bottoms, and one of his shirts. “You still love me.” Was her only response, withholding another roll of her eyes as she snuggled into his side, truly happy for the moment.

Pleasant shivers danced down her spine as his fingertips danced over the soft skin of her tummy, right above where their second little bundle of joy was growing inside of her. “A girl would be nice.” She murmured, a soft and thoughtful smile playing on her pink lips. Now that they had Oliver, she would simply adore having a daughter to pamper, making her feel like every bit of a princess Doni had while growing up. She knew Declan would have no problem assisting in that, intentionally or not. “Well, there’s the princesses from those films your father has sent us.” She began, smiling as she watched him lower himself down her body. “But there’s also so many other lovely names out there.” She continued, raking her fingers through his short hair absentmindedly. Considering she had known all her life she would have to produce children, she hadn’t seriously considered names much, thinking whoever her husband would be would decide the name of his heirs. 

Standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of old Hogwarts quidditch shorts he stay for a moment. Taking in how beautiful she was, and she was all his. And, they had a family, a growing one at that. It was enough to overwhelm the Scotsman once more. Tapping the back of the books binding against his palm he headed back to her placing the book in her lap and a kiss on her lips. “I have never been happier in my life,” he brushed her cheek with his thumb. Smiling he slipped from her and headed to the kitchen. Finishing what she had started only took a few moments, and with tray in hand he returned to the bedroom with two bowls of alfredo. Setting one down on each of their nightstands he took a seat beside her, resting his back on the headboard as he looked over her fondly. Taking a bite he nodded, “Bloody brilliant…is there one thing you can’t do?” He raised a brow as if challenging her. 

It was hard not to admire her husband as he stood in the doorway, his upper half completely bare for her eyes to see. Years and years of quidditch had been extremely kind and generous to his body, and she doubted that his body would change much even with his change of career. Her hand flew up to cup the back of his neck as he leaned above her to connect their lips, greedily claiming more of him for herself after such a long absence of his presence. “Me neither, but that’s only because I’m almost done with this book.” She murmured cheekily, her blue eyes shining brightly with mischief as she swiftly opened the hard cover book and hid her face before he could retaliate. 

In truth, she should have been a lot happier than she actually was. That wasn’t to say she was not happy by any means, but most of her joy was shrouded in a dark cloud of worry and fear that something would go wrong with this pregnancy, and they wouldn’t be as lucky as when they had Oliver. Sighing deeply once she was alone, she focused on her book, which happened to be a muggle fantasy read. Perhaps one of the best things about living with Declan, was that no longer had to hide her fascination and slight obsession with muggle literature. In fact, it was almost encouraged as her father-in-law gifted her with new titles every once in a while, as well as new animated films for her to watch that he knew she would enjoy. It was nice, not having to hide her books or look over her shoulder whenever she read something that would be frowned upon by her parents.

Sitting up and setting her book aside once her husband returned, shifting her nightgown that she had momentarily gotten up to put on, she crossed her legs and rested her plate on her lap as she immediately dug into the food. “I don’t think so.” She responded, sending her husband a grin before stuffing more food into her mouth.

“I already have a headache, you being loud is not helping, honestly, some respect would be nice.”

“I daresay I might be,” Aurora replied with a hint of a smile. It wasn’t as if having a significant other was the end of the world, but the last thing she wanted to become was a little housewife that pandered to Nate’s every whim, that wasn’t her and it definitely made her doubt whether or not she wanted it for herself. Once at the day care Rory’s features all too easily shrivelled up, not fond of young children with the exception of her gorgeous godson, and once she caught sight of him a bright smile overtook her face. “You take this sweet one first, I’ll follow behind. The blonde watched her friend disappear beyond the green flames and quickly grabbed a handful of the powder for herself and threw it down once she was in the fireplace, reciting “Wood cottage also.” Emerging from the fireplace with a cough Rory held her hands out for Oliver, she’d missed Doni but there was no soft spot like the one she had for her little boy. “Gimme gimme, he’s grown, how has he grown so much?”

Adonia had only a few moments to fuss over her son before Aurora arrived behind her, and in that time alone, she dusted the soot off his clothes and skin, all the while her son cooed and giggled up at her, his tiny hands reaching for the loose strands of her blonde hair. Unable to hide her grin as the first thing Rory did upon stepping out of the fireplace was reach for Oliver, Adonia handed her son over without a fuss, knowing how much her friend adored her godson. “Don’t remind me. I feel like if I blink, he’ll suddenly be walking and talking by himself.” She murmured through a pout, making her way to the couch and settling herself down with a sigh. It really was true when everyone said that babies grew up fast, and in Adonia’s opinion, it was too fast. It had seemed like just yesterday she was giving birth to Oliver, and now he was finally learning to sit up by himself and crawl.

“Mmm then I shall, regretfully leave you my dear,” he smiled a little as he looked down at her. As if his words hadn’t told her how much he loved her before, his actions sure had. Kissing the top of her head he smiled as he took in the soft layer of glistening sweat on her brow and breasts. Trailing his fingertips along the center of her back he smiled. “I hope I don’t drive you bloody mad with me being here all day for the next while..” He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. 

Slipping from her softly he kissed her lips, then her little belly before tucking her in snugly to their bed. Glancing around he found a pair of old Quidditch shorts and tugged them over his muscular hips. “Need a book?” He asked as he looked over at her, heading towards the doorway to finish making the two’s dinner.

A whine of protest escaped the tired blonde as she wasn’t fond of the idea of him leaving her side, if only for a few minutes at most. She couldn’t help it, not when he had been absent from her side for such a long time, and she voiced this. “No, it’ll be just wonderful, actually.” She murmured, nuzzling once more into him before reluctantly loosening her hold on him to allow him to leave the bed.

Cuddling into the sheets, the soft fabric a pleasant feeling against her bare skin, she grinned over at him as she leaned back against the headboard, and nodded her head eagerly at his question. “That one will do.” She spoke up, nodding towards the book resting on the ledge of their dresser by the door, where she had no doubt set it thoughtlessly while either entering or exiting their room.