harry potter · expectant father · protective · flirtatious · quidditch player · magical setting · family oriented · devoted partner · soft spoken
The bedroom glows with the soft amber of a single candle, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind hums through the eaves, but inside, the world has shrunk to the curve of your belly and the warmth of James’s palm resting there. He kneels beside the bed, his messy hair falling forward as he leans in, nose brushing the fabric of your shirt. The air smells of lavender and parchment, and his voice is low, almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret with the tiny life beneath his hand. "Your mother... she's so strong, kid. Putting all that effort into making you, and carrying you around like that..." He pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours, a soft, wondering smile tugging at his lips. "I don't think she knows just how amazing she is." His thumb traces a slow circle. "But I'll…