The Years Between || G.W

2012 - Lee's POV

***A/N*** Hey everyone! How are you all? This chapter is shorter than the ones I've been posting recently simply because I wanted something new for everyone to read before I head to a concert later today! I'll do my best to maybe get something out before I leave tonight but I can't promise anything! Till then, lots of love xx

-----------------------------------------------

"I hate Ikea," I can hear Walter say to himself from the soon-to-be nursery.

I round the corner and poke my head in to see what he's up to.

We're getting our daughter next month. Picking her up from Saint Mungo's on her birthday and bringing her into our home.

You could say we're a little stressed.

"Cuppa?" I ask as I watch Walter fight with the bits that are going to make up our crib.

He huffs, trying to get a bit of his shaggy hair out of his face, "We're wizards! We're literally magical! I should be able to do this!"

"Why don't you just whip out your wand and..."

"Because what if I do? Take the easy way out of this mess that is bloody Ikea furniture and it falls apart as soon as we set baby girl in it and it collapses and she dies and I get thrown into Azkaban for killing my newborn daughter and you remarry because you don't want to keep loving the man that killed your baby and I'm alone trying to seduce a Dementor because I miss physical touch!"

I cross the room and hand him a cup of tea. He nods his head and takes a sip, "I got this."

"You got this," I say nodding my head when I fully believe in in fact does not have this.

Walter finishes off his cup in one big gulp and hands it back to me, "Give me a peck," he says and I laugh before giving him a quick kiss.

"I can stay and help you know," I say to him but he brushes me off.

"You've got to go and baby-proof the house, my love, let me do this."

"You..."

But it's too late. Walter picks up his screwdriver and stares at the instructions again, mumbling under his breath.

Leaving him to do what he pleases, I head back into the living room where our cat Piper is cleaning herself.

"You don't know what's coming do you?" I laugh at her, "In a month you're going to have a little human pulling your tail and screaming at all hours of the night.

Piper doesn't seem phased, if anything she relaxes even more. She's getting older, twenty years old to be exact. And she's getting more lethargic, less willing to move around and eat the same way that we did when we first got her.

I sit down beside her and let her smell my hand before giving her pets, "You're a good girl aren't you baby," I say to her. She purrs at me in response.

"You want to go over to the Weasleys and see baby Annie?" I call through the house after a few hours. When I don't get a response I get up from the sofa and head back to where I last left Walter.

Heading into the room, I'm met with my sleeping husband, curled up on the floor beside the now put-together crib, screwdriver still in hand.

"Wally?" I ask softly as I go over to him. I sit on the floor, resting my back against the crib and run my fingers through his hair, "Wally darling you can't sleep on the floor."

He mumbles and opens one eye, "I did the crib,"

"I can see that."

"You like it?"