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*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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*Glancing down at the sleeping Sunny, Bernard quickly stops Nymphadora's mouth with a kiss.*

*Still grinning, she kisses him back, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck and holding him close for a long moment*

Don't worry. She'd sleep through a hurricane.

I know. We got lucky there.

*He smiles at her, cupping her cheek for a moment, the weight of the ring (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/3292489.html?thread=129376841#t129376841) pressing against his leg.*

We sure did. She's a brilliant little thing, altogether.

*She grins back at him*

She is.

*Sitting there at the table with all four of them, laughing and just talking and sharing their days, while Sunny sleeps contentedly on, he's suddenly almost bowled over by a sense of rightness.

Of family.

It's inexpressible, really, so he does what he can. He leans forward to press a kiss to Sunny's baby-soft cheek, and then lifts his head and presses another soft kiss to Nymphadora's lips, lingering.*

*she kisses him back for a long moment and then lets her cheek slide against his; she murmurs in his ear*

So lucky.

*He nods, unable to really speak, and puts his arm around them both.*

*she settles against him, and then laughs softly*

Bit overwhelming, sometimes.

*He laughs, turning his head to kiss her cheek*

You're telling me. If someone'd told me in December what I'd have in February...

Well, frankly, I think I would have broken their nose for getting my hopes up.

I'm -- not sure what I would've done.

But I'd bet that passing out would have come into play at some point.

*she grins, brushing her nose against his cheek*

Well, it's only fair that I'm not the only one who has to take the occasional sudden nap in the bar.

But I could never match the flair you seem to have for it.

What can I say? I swoon with aplomb.

*she pats his cheek*

I'm so proud.

*He grabs her hand and kisses the palm*

It's my only talent.

*she wrinkles her nose, grinning*

I don't know how I put up with you, honestly.

*a pause, and her grin fades*

Eddie was telling me about what it means to be a dinh.

*He flushes, looking embarrassed but pleased.*

Yeah. He told me the other day.

Wasn't sure what to make of it.

*she lays her head on his shoulder, brushing a kiss against his neck*

Sounded pretty much exactly right to me.

*The flush deepens and he curses his complexion.*

Really?

I mean-- Big shoes to fill, and all.

Sure they are.

*her fingers tangle with his*

But don't you remember what I told you, when you became Barman?

*He blinks a few times, trying to recall.*

Not very well. Between Sirius and 'Skandra leaving and the shock of the Binding, that whole week or so is a blur.

I said I trusted you.

And you've never given me a reason to regret that.

*He tips her chin up so he can look her in the eyes, his half-smile almost tremulous.*

Never will.

*She smiles back at him, and nods.

She knew that already.*

*He leans in slowly and presses his lips to hers.*