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Sweatpants

He always was an early riser. Even on his days off, Oliver Wood never slept past six o'clock. This morning it was more like five. He liked this time of day. It was quiet. Hardly anyone else was awake or at least not moving about. He preferred to get his morning run in before the streets got too crowded.

He turned over, arms out stretched, but met nothing but air, a common occurrence of late. He smiled to himself as he rose and searched through his dresser. He donned a dark t-shirt and opted for a hooded sweatshirt. There was still a little snow on the ground in mid-February. He rummaged around in another drawer. Not finding what he was looking for, he went to the bathroom and dug through the hamper. Not there either.

He left the bedroom, closing the door quietly.

"Ah," he said softly. The scene before him never ceased to make his breath hitch, even though it was laid before him almost every morning for a fortnight. He approached the couch containing his sleeping wife, who was wearing the track pants he had been searching for and nothing else. On her chest lay their new baby boy. As Oliver bent down and kissed his son's forehead, the baby nuzzled deeper into his mother's breast. He bent down and pressed his lips lightly to his wife's. Her eyes fluttered a bit as she shook off the sleep.

"Go back to sleep, Kate, my love," he whispered, pulling a blanket over her and the baby. "Just going out for a run." He took a pair of jogging pants off the back of the couch and slipped them on.

Katie nodded and moved the baby to her other breast. "Little bugger only nurses a few minutes before falling back asleep, just long enough for me to get good and woke up. He screeched like a banshee every time I tried to lay him down."

"Well, I'm very sorry that I woke you, love."

"No, 's alright." She stifled a yawn. "Bring me back some pancakes from that place down the way, yeah?"

"Anything for you," he said as he bent down to kiss her cheek. He whispered in her ear, "Those sweatpants are far sexier on you." He straightened up with a smirk and left the small flat to begin his five mile run.

A/N:

K.1- Sweatpants

Word count: 395