the_debt_of_time

Several streets from Charing Cross Road where the Leaky Cauldron sat between a
bookshop and a record store, stood a small, newly purchased home belonging to a young
Muggle couple eager to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
"Helen? You home?"
The husband stepped through the front door, tossing his keys onto a nearby table
and grinning when they did not fall off the edge.
"In the bedroom, love!"
He made his way toward the solid door at the end of the hallway. "Getting started
without me?" he asked as he peeked his head through the cracked door.
"Hardly." A head of honey-brown curls was buried in the pages of a well-worn
book.
Snatching the book from his wife's hands, he laughed when her slow reflexes failed
to grasp it back from him. "Helen, it's our anniversary, and you've read this bloody thing a
thousand times."
She huffed at him as he placed her book on the nightstand, thankful that he at least
left it open on the page she had been reading. "Yes, Richard, but it's my very favourite. I
happen to love that book almost as much as I love you."
Richard clutched at his chest in mock heartbreak. "Five years of marriage, and this
is what it's all come down to? Me or the book?"
"I'm good at multitasking." Helen grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. "I can love
you both."
Richard chuckled, returning the kiss and smirking when he found his wife had not
yet dressed for the night. They were already running late, but he could not help being
pleased with the way his hand met the bare skin of her thigh beneath the sheet. "And when
we have children? Will you love us all or will the book and I need to fight over you?"
"Children?" Helen pulled away from him, her chocolate brown eyes looking
anxiously excitedly as she stared at him. "So, you've thought about it?"
Richard nodded. "Makes sense. It's good timing. We're both out of school, have
good jobs―"
"The practice is doing well," she said, interrupting him.
Richard smiled at her. "The practice is doing very well. I guess my answer is yes. Let's
start our family."