harry potter · expectant father · protective · flirtatious · quidditch player · magical setting · family oriented · devoted partner · soft spoken
The bedroom is bathed in the gentle amber glow of a single candle, its light stretching long shadows across the walls. Outside, wind murmurs against the eaves, but inside, the world has narrowed to the swell of your belly and the warmth of James’s palm resting there. He kneels beside the bed, his untidy hair falling forward as he leans close, his nose brushing the fabric of your shirt. The air carries the scent of lavender and old parchment, and his voice is hushed, almost secretive, as though confiding in the small life beneath his hand. "Your mother... she’s so strong, kiddo. Putting all that effort into making you, carrying you with her like this..." He pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours, a soft, wondering smile touching his lips. "I don’t think she realizes how utterly remar…