He nodded, squeezing her hand lightly. Ted planted a small kiss on the crown of her head and kept his face there, the clean scent of her hair relaxing. "Not pink roses, though," he muttered into the dark locks. "Something inexpensive, because no doubt she'll want to pick a bunch of them. We could ask her to plant them with us, though. She'd like that, I think."
He had to stop himself--he had almost added that they should ask Sirius to come to help them as well, but... Jesus, it was such a strange feeling to think that he wasn't around. That he might--morbid as it was--not be around again. With the Death Eaters (because considering that it was the Blacks they were talking about, it wasn't really a guess so much as an assumption), you never knew what could happen--you could only bet that it wasn't good. "Let's rent a movie tonight too, yeah? You know, for after Dora goes to sleep," he recovered.
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