October 29, 1894 - Honeydukes' House, Bartonburg, Hogsmeade

"She's asleep." Dahlia sighed in relief as she sank down beside Quin on the couch. Her eyes were heavy with a tiredness even worse than the first few weeks of Marigold's life. She curled into Quin's side, head leaning on his shoulder. Marigold had been fussy the last few nights, refusing to sleep day and night from a cold. Dahlia had been in a fit wanting to Marigold to the healers', but Mama had told her it was entirely normal. Hemsley had too. And so Dahlia had lived in a state of half away exhaustion with their daughter screaming at all hours of the day. It didn't help that Marigold didn't like naps in the first place, but it appeared when she was sick she hated being set down as well. On second thought, Marigold hated being set down most of the time. The bright side was that Marigold had actually drifted off to sleep in Dahlia's arms tonight and stayed asleep when she had been settled into the bassinet.

She tilted her head up to study the stubble on her husband's chin the light, thinking how handsome he looked in that moment. Had she not felt as if she were about to fall asleep where she sat she might have been tempted to show him just how handsome he was.... in their bed. There abstentious after Marigold's birth had only lasted a scant two months before Dahlia had found herself back in his embrace. But as it were she didn't think she would be able to keep her eyes open much longer even for the scant few precious moments she had Quin all to herself.

"You know what sounds wonderful?" She mused out loud, "Your hot cocoa." Every since the weather had turned more crisp and chill with autumn settling in she had been craving his hot chocolate. It was the absolute most perfect way to end the day.

Quincey Honeyduke

  

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Quin had been assured by almost every woman around him that Mari's cold was nothing to worry about and he was not about to argue with Laurel Potts on a manner like infants. She would know. It seemed to be wearing on Dahlia however, and though he had tried to take a turn getting her to sleep, Marigold wasn't having it, preferring her mama's warmth to his and so Quin had slunk off to the kitchen, but that was clean, thanks to Mrs. Hopkins and now he felt utterly useless.

He was on the sofa with the newspaper when Dahlia resurfaced, looking weary and worn out, but still as beautiful as ever. "Well done," he whispered, afraid to speak louder, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of her head. He chuckled as she requested cocoa. "I will happily make you some if you like, I think I just need to heat it up." But that would mean moving, so he wanted to be sure.

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"Mmm. That would be lovely." The thought of the cocoa had slid to the front of her mind and as much as she loved the embrace she didn't think her mind (or mouth) would rest until such a craving was satisfied. Such cravings had been gripping her lately, not that she had given much thought to them. She rather thought it natural after one had a baby to crave such things. Something to do with nursing the babe? She was sure that was what it was.

"I promise to stay awake to enjoy it." She added, because only the night before she had fallen asleep when he had gone to get her something from the kitchen. Moving slightly she looked at him with a playful smile, searching his gaze. She absolutely loved spending her evenings with Quin without worrying about her reputation or any of the other issues that came with courting.

  

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"What my wife wants, she gets." Quin assured her with a smirk of his own. She had done the hard job of getting Marigold to sleep, the least he could do was heat up some cocoa. "I'll be back in a flash." Truthfully, though he obviously enjoyed her company, it was hard to hold her sleepiness against her. Dahlia did so much with the baby and around the house that he was always left in awe of her.

He tossed a blanket over her after he stood, making his way to the kitchen. Cocoa was easy enough and quick, so he set everything on the stovetop to simmer while he got the necessary things to put in the pot. Thanks to magic and the memorized recipe, he was back in less than ten minutes with two steaming mugs of cocoa.

"You made it," he teased lightly as he sat back down, tucking himself beside her easily, getting comfortable. "Is she still congested?" Quin had come to learn that Mari was not an easy baby, just through snippets of conversations he'd overheard, but it seemed particularly rough when she wasn't feeling well. "I will get up with her first tonight," he would have to wake Dahlia eventually, especially to nurse, but he could get up and change the nappy and everything else first.

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