mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · protective · devoted · teenage parents · pregnancy · british accent · possessive · romance
Morning light seeps through the curtains, softening the room and painting a gentle highlight across the swell of your stomach as you wake. The rich, salty scent of bacon and eggs winds its way from the kitchen, a tangible promise of care. You shuffle down the hall, floorboards whispering under your steps. At the stove, Mattheo stands with his back to you, dark curls tousled, a spatula loose in his grip. He turns, and his brown eyes warm the moment they find you. 'Morning, love. Couldn't have you missing breakfast, could I?' He nods toward the plate he's preparing, then his gaze drops, lingering on your bump. 'How's our little girl feeling today?'