(Cute-but-not-cheesy Hinny for anon.)
Becoming parents was the most exhausting thing that Harry and Ginny Potter had ever done. They hardly had any time to sleep, let alone time to themselves. But Ginny’s mother turned out to be a saving grace, volunteering to babysit James for a night right when he was in the middle of teething. The plans that they had made, involving various different dates and adventurous sex positions, had gone out of the window in favour of simply slouching together on the sofa, trying to recover their lost energy.
Ginny had ended up lying flat out on top of Harry, her eyes closed as his fingers combed through the copper tresses of her hair. Her fingers were curled in his belt loops, her breathing soft and easy as she smiled blindly at her husband.
“Listen.” Harry smiled.
“To what?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow as she opened her eyes.
“The quiet,” Harry replied, lacing his fingers with hers. “The sound of your breath and your heartbeat. My favourite sounds in the whole world.”
“I love you too, Harry.” Ginny said with a smile; over the years they had been together, they’d found that there was more than just one way to say those three words- there were thousands upon thousands, and talking about the love that Harry had for the sounds Ginny made by being alive was one of them.
Ginny leaned over slightly to kiss Harry, just a soft brush of the lips as she ran a hand through his wild black hair.