"Finished?"
Isobel, wearing a loose nightgown, entered the study carrying two steaming cups of milk. She placed one on Albert's desk, brushed aside her hair, bent down to kiss his cheek, then sat in the chair by the window. Pulling back the thin beige curtains, she looked out at Katrina jogging in the yard.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
After tidying the notes on his desk and putting them into a drawer, Albert turned to look at Isobel, who was sitting there drinking milk.
"I'm not sleepy. I used to get up for morning exercise at this hour." Isobel sounded rather helpless. Ever since becoming pregnant, many things had become inconvenient.
"How about going back for a second sleep?" Albert took a small sip of milk and reminded her with a smile, "Lack of sleep is bad for your skin. It's a woman's natural enemy."
"And whose fault is that?"
Isobel withdrew her gaze from the yard and voiced her doubt. "Do you really care that much about those Muggles' money?"
"Yes! After all, I'm a greedy capitalist. Well, greedy about everything. I want to possess it all." Albert set down his cup, walked over to Isobel, and bent down to lightly peck her fair cheek, leaving behind a white mark.
"Honestly, you're about to become a father. Why are you still acting like a child?" Isobel kissed Albert's cheek as well.
"I am a child." Albert sat down beside Isobel and said without the slightest embarrassment, "In most people's eyes, we're still just children."
"No, you're the child. A nineteen-year-old child."
Isobel put down her cup and reached out to wipe away the mark on Albert's cheek. Then she rested her head against his shoulder. "Actually, I kind of regret not going out to work for a