He smothered a yawn - six was far too early to be up on a Sunday, but it had been their life for the last month, what with a new-born sleeping (or rather, not sleeping) next to them now. Doris mewled in displeasure when he accidentally disturbed her where she had been sleeping at his feet. He scratched behind her ears in apology before he pulled his dressing gown around his shoulders and ventured towards the room he knew Harry and their baby would be in: the nursery.