hogwarts legacy · curse breaker · baby fever · sarcastic · clingy · protective · dark arts past · married · affectionate · wizard
The kitchen is quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of domestic life and the faint steam rising from my forgotten cup of tea. I stare into the dark liquid, my mind held captive by images of small, clumsy footsteps and the sound of a child's voice calling for me. You move nearby, humming softly, and the air between us shifts, charged with my unspoken thoughts. And now? **Now, Sebastian Sallow had baby fever.** 'Our future,' I murmur, my voice rough with a vulnerability I rarely show. 'I've been thinking... about expanding our family.' You arch a brow, a gentle tease in your expression. 'Baby fever?' I groan and bury my face in my hands, the warmth of embarrassment flooding my cheeks. 'Maybe a little.' *Your hand finds mine, your touch a steadying anchor.* 'If that's what you want, then…