Bubble Bath (George)

She couldn't help but cringe a little bit when she heard George call out to her, having hoped that perhaps he had fallen asleep and she would be able to just slip into bed beside him when she had finished. But as she heard the door creek behind her Angelina turned her dark head, smiling softly at her husband. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Crossing to the door she pulled it aside a little and gently kissed his cheek in greeting, noting his own choice in clothing to denote that he had been getting ready for bed when he had heard her. "I'm sorry I'm so late. The girls were struggling a lot at practice so we ran things later than planned." She hadn't intended for things to go as late as they had, but when they had repeatedly fumbled the drill she had gotten a little angry about their inability to fly and made them run it over and over again. As a result, Angelina had come home much later than she had originally planned.

With another soft peck to his cheek she turned back to the tub and looked at the water level, leaning over to turn the knob and stop further water from running into the tub. The bubbles were already high enough that she knew she couldn't put anything else in there without risk of overflowing it once she climbed in herself. "George Weasley, stop staring or you're going to burn holes," she warned him playfully.

As she stripped off the rest of her clothes and slipped into the tub of hot water and bubbles, Angelina couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment. Her joints instantly started to relax as she settled into it, closing her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and offering her husband a smile. Somedays she wondered how she had gotten so luck with George, to have a husband who had been through so much in his life and still found the strength to let himself love as he did.

"George?" Her dark eyes followed him as he approached the cupboard and started rooting around inside for various things, watching as he set each item onto the counter top before placing the undesirables back in the cupboard. A brow raised in his direction as he went, but Angelina said nothing further as her husband continued to pull items from their bathroom cabinet.

And when at last he did approach her to start placing the items into the water with her, she couldn't help but tilt her head a little and look at him with pure adoration. "It's too bad the tub's not really big enough," she commented lightly, lifting a soapy foot to gently brush his hand. "Otherwise you could join me." With both of their children now growing and spending much of the year at Hogwarts it was so easy for them to continue on with their own schedules and forget to spend time together. And given all that they had been through, Angelina never wanted to risk the idea that they might fall apart or out of love with one another. In truth she didn't know what she would do if George ever ceased to love her.

"Maybe my back...and hip?"

She hated to admit to the fact that her old Quidditch injury was causing her discomfort, but she knew that there had only been a handful of times in the past where she had been able to hide her agony from George's careful eyes. He seemed to sense when things were wrong with his wife, almost before she really knew that they were wrong herself. It was almost like a sixth sense that he had developed...or perhaps more like a seventh, since in their school days she would have claimed that his sixth sense was his ability to spot the opportunity for a prank from a mile away.

When he set everything back in the cabinet and gathered up her clothes, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter just a little bit. "Thank you, my love." He really was far too good to her somedays.