A knee to the stomach was what awoke Evelyn, and she knew immediately who the culprit was. The small three year old nestled between her and Vera was tossing in his sleep, struggling with the heat, something he and his mother both had in common. Evelyn however thrived in the heat, already dreading heading back to England even though that was two weeks away.
They'd arrived in Fiji four days ago, and while initially they'd struggled with the timezone change, having refused to rely on sleeping potions to get them through the jetlag, the only thing bothering her family now was the heat. Something neither of the Hadley's were accustomed to.
Blinking across her son and across her wife, she caught sight of digital clock on the side of Vera's bed. The muggle clock told her that it was nearly 7 am. That told her enough about how much her son had slept. If at all.
She peered down at him, brushed a strand a hair behind his ear just as an arm flew out and collided with her jaw. She winced.
It seemed that going back to sleep was going to be a futile effort.
Rolling out of the large king bed, she padded out of the bedroom in their two bedroom villa and made her way to the kitchen. She flicked her wand at the coffee machine and it began to brew as she moved to stand at the door that over looked a small patio and then the clear blue ocean. She sighed pleasantly. If she had the choice, Evelyn would stay here forever. She would happily live among the non–magique if that meant she got to spend the rest of her life here looking out over the ocean.
Perhaps this could be her retirement plan.