 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris couldn't have been happier to see his wife giggling at his gestures, loving the melodious sound that filled the air around him, practically intoxicating. It was then that she asked if he wanted any ice cream and he shook his head with an amused smile, watching as she let out a tired yawn, something that appeared to be contagious as just moments later he let out a yawn of his own. "Maybe you should finish that bowl upstairs with me?" he suggested, stroking her back softly, his expression rather tired. "Sounds like all three of us could use some sleep," he murmured to her before getting up from the couch and helping her up as well. "C'mon gem, you need your sleep," he said, clearly not really waiting to see if she wanted to stay downstairs. But he had to make sure that his wife got some sleep, and he too was in dire need of some rest after the day he'd had. Five hours of grading thirteen-page essays, two hours of organizing Flitwick's storage cabinet, and another hour of substituting for Transfiguration where the class had no respect for gangly, exhausted Professors with a baby on the way. Ferris started up the stairs, now craving the feel of their wonderful bed that so nicely resembled a cloud.
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