Neville felt Ginny melting against his side, enjoying the sleepy, euphoric feeling at having the house to themselves and the quiet time to share. He smiled dreamily at his wife and kissed her lightly. "Love you too Ginny." Continuing to play with her hair, he was soothed further and remembered the small packet of steel cut Scottish oats he'd gotten from a patron at the shelter for a thank you gift. It would go nicely with some fruit for porridge in the mornings.
His thoughts switched from breakfast to his mother quickly, and Neville knew that Ginny was concerned for the both of them. "It's alright love... no one could have seen this coming." He sighed heavily and rested his forehead against hers for a moment. "Just.. be here for me. Talking about it feels better." Thinking out loud, Neville spoke softly. "She doesn't seem to remember each visit. But if she does, it's only in snippets. I don't want to upset her... so I haven't been telling her much, just truths that feel safe. It's only a matter of time though when I'll need to tell her the whole truth... that I'm her son."
Neville gazed at Ginny just then and nodded. "You might have to be there for that one. Don't think I could do it without you." Running a hand through her long red hair, Neville sighed again and cupped her face in his hand afterward. "I'm so glad you're here with me."