Sophie's POV
Watching Harry get bits of peanut butter toast stuck to the sides of his mouth as he read the morning's newspaper across from me at the kitchen table was enough to make me realise that everything was okay. As long I had him in all his clumsy and dorky morning glory, then I would be okay. Maybe I should tell him about Sam hitting me all those years ago just to clear the air and to be honest. Was it worth it? There would be fights breaking out, people upset and tension in the air. Was all that worth it, if I had clearly gotten over it now?
Was I over it? I mean, I didn't really feel unsafe around Sam - seeing him at the wedding proved to me that he had cleaned up his act and that he was handling things well on his own. I knew I could protect myself if need be, but so far Sam seemed to be doing pretty well.
So I guess the answer is no then. There is no need to bring up something that has already been said and done.
I looked up from my plate of untouched toast and saw that Harry had dropped a dollop of peanut butter on his shirt. I couldn't help but let a giggle slip out as I walked over to the kitchen bench to grab a cloth.
"What?" He asked turning his head away from his paper. I lent down and dabbed at the peanut butter stained on his shirt and dabbed gently. I saw him smile out from the corner of my eye. "What would I do without you?" He asked brushing the crumbs his hands. As I wiped each corner of his mouth I felt his hands snake themselves around my waist and pull me onto his lap, each of my legs straddled around his waist, my toes touching the floor. He placed a light kiss on my lips as he clasped his hands near the small of my back. "What's the plan for today?" I asked as I reached behind me and took a bite out of his toast.
"Mum's having family over to her place today for afternoon tea and has asked for us to come along. You can make it can't you? She says there's some sort of announcement she has to make."
"Yeah of course. Is it serious?"
"I don't think so. She sounded way too thrilled on the phone last night to be worried."
"Well that's good. Usually family meetings involve some sort of bad news. What time do we have to be there?"
"3pm." He said glancing up at the clock in the corner of the room. I followed his gaze as his eyes and smile became devious. "So that means, we have all day missy." He dropped his newspaper to the floor and moved the plates behind me aside. I giggled as he propped me up on the table and sat back in his chair holding my leg out by my foot. He eyed me up and down before beginning to kiss the arch of my foot, taking himself up the front of my leg. "I-love-it-when-you-wear-my-shirts-to-bed." He said in between kisses. He reached the top of my thigh and gently lay me down. I closed my eyes and arched my back as he un buttoned my (his) shirt revealing my stomach, on which he lay a trail of kisses across. Caressing my hips with his hands I felt his teeth clench themselves around the elastic of my underwear. I opened my eyes to watch him try and slide them off down my legs. I laughed as he struggled and eventually used his hands. "Don't laugh! I'm not bloody Brad Pitt."
I sat up and gave him a quick kiss holding his cheeks in my hands before directing his head back down by his curls, sending him to work. I let out a small sigh as he took me under for the rest of the morning.
Everything was okay.

Notes

NEW CHAPTER AFTER A YEAR LONG WAIT!! I'M SO SORRY :( BUT I'M BACK NOW :) I hope you enjoy! I'll be writing a lot more regularly! love aria xx