He turned over carefully, rubbing his eyes and patting at Harry’s side of the bed - it was cold. He must have been up a while. He turned the other way, reaching out drowsily for his watch on the bedside table, and bringing it up to his face, squinting to try and see the clock face in the darkness: six am. He turned back to Harry’s side, but this time he looked beyond the bed to the bassinet beside it. He wasn’t too surprised to find it empty, but he still found himself motivated to find out where his husband and baby were.