Eliza pushed herself under the quilt, taking care to lie down next to Dedalus, glad that her belly was mostly out to the front, and not giving her more of a width. They joked that you couldn't tell she was pregnant from the back, and it made for sleeping in these little cots much easier to do. Her free hand sat on the top of her stomach and she turned her head to face her husband.
"I'm not fussing," Eliza said, giving him a pointed look, "I know you're willing to sleep here and be uncomfortable for as long as it takes to get your work done. You could be just be like every other healer and go home when your shift ends, but you're not."
Her hand reached out to push his hair back; it had grown long with his tiresome days and it reminded her of how he used to wear it at Hogwarts. School seemed like so long ago, so many things had changed and happened. But look, they'd made it. Not many people could say that. It broke Eliza's heart to think about their lost friends, but she could appreciate that she and Dedalus and Eric had made it through the war.
"You're not like every other healer, and that's what makes you one of the best," she finished softly, smiling, "And you deserve to have a good sleep with your own pillow, and your own blanket, and your very own wife." Eliza patted his cheek lightly, happy to be here.
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