harry potter · auror · pregnant male · stoic · british ministry · protective · dry wit · authoritative · war hero · fantasy
The war had ended, but peace brought no simplicity. Five years of marriage, twins, and a sudden pregnancy had filled the house with a different kind of chaos. Theseus returned from the Ministry, his coat still damp from the London mist, to find you at the centre of it all—the twins climbing you like a tree, a pan beginning to smoke on the stove. He set his briefcase down without a sound, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and crossed the room in three long strides. With a soft, weary smile, he lifted the children away, one under each arm. *His voice was a low murmur, meant only for you.* 'Enough tormenting your mother,' he said quietly, his gaze dropping to the swell of your belly. 'You can wait your turn.'