Legitimement Maries: Vivre Libre

Sequel to "Legitimement Maries". Hermione and Fred not only have a marriage to sustain, but they also have a family to raise. How will they manage after being brought together by a marriage law?


3. Chapter 3: Bedtime Stories

Marian had only just closed the door of the bedroom when she heard a tiny voice come from within.


Smiling to her herself, she opened the door just enough to poke her head back into the room.

“Yes, Henry, is there anything else you would like before you went to sleep?”

Despite the fact that she had just tucked her grandson under the covers, Henry was sitting upright and wide awake in bed.

“Where are my mummy and daddy?”

For a child who was only just three years old, Henry was remarkably articulate. Although Marian suspected that this was mostly due to Hermione’s strict regimen that she imposed on her children. She did not want either of her sons to be disadvantaged in any way, and therefore had devised numerous educational games to help improve their speech and vocabulary.

“Your mummy and daddy are at the hospital visiting your newest baby cousin.”

“Oh,” replied Henry, a little furrow appearing between his brows. “Is it a girl or boy?”

 “I don’t know, darling. We can find that out in the morning. Right now, we need to focus on getting to sleep. Archie is already asleep in his bed.”

Henry scrunched his entire face up at this.

“Grandma you a silly billy, he always sleeps.”

Marian had the good grace to laugh.

“Then maybe you should follow his example!”

“No! Not tired!”

Entering the room completely, Marian sat down on the edge of his bed putting her hand out to sweep the dark curls from Henry’s eyes. He may have been born with bright red hair, but it had darkened as he got older. It was now a dark auburn colour that glowed slightly redder when he played in the sun.

“Come on, lovely, you need to get to bed,” chuckled Marian, knowing that those words would be completely ignored.

“Bedtime story?”

Letting out a long, drawn out sigh that was more theatrical than showing any feelings of exasperation, Marian pulled the boy onto her lap.

“How about the story of the farmer and his four sons?”

Henry snuggled his head down into his grandmother’s warm body, waiting for her to begin her story. He always thought that Grandma told the best stories.

“Once there was a farmer who had four sons. They were always fighting with each other. The farmer tried very hard to bring them on the right path, but they would never pay any attention to him. He was very worried about them.”

“One day, he came up with a brilliant plan. He called his sons and asked them to find a few sticks. When they brought the sticks, the farmer tied them in a bundle and asked them to try their strength to break it.”

“Each of the sons tried to break the bundle but failed. The farmer then untied the bundle and gave one stick to each of them to break. Each of them was able to do it easily.”

“The farmer said, ‘Now you understand. If you stand together, no one can get the better of you. But if you keep fighting, you will be broken one by one.’”

Noticing that Henry had stopped fidgeting, and had grown very quiet, Marian looked down at her lap. Henry was just on the cusp of sleep. She could see that he was fighting to keep his eyelids open.

Pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead, she scooped him up into her arms and tucked him back under the covers. Eyes closing as soon as his head hit the pillow, soft snores soon began to fill the darkened room.

“Sweet dreams, little one,” Marian whispered as she tiptoed out of the room, allowing her grandson to finally sleep.

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