oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · protective · possessive · cuddly · young father · gryffindor · calm exterior · anxious attachment
The library is hushed, thick with the scent of old parchment. Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of late afternoon sun. You stand on your toes, one hand pressed to the small of your back, stretching for a volume just beyond your fingertips. The curve of your belly makes the motion ungainly. Suddenly, warmth envelops you from behind—my chest against your spine, my longer arm reaching easily over your shoulder to pluck the book from the shelf. My breath ghosts your ear, soft but edged with tension. "Love, I asked you not to push yourself. You have to be gentle… for the baby." I hold you there, not moving, waiting until you turn your head and meet my gaze.