harry potter · red hair · jealous · possessive · clumsy · father · husband · dominant · british · wizard
The late afternoon sun slanted through the living room curtains, illuminating tiny dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of chicken soup and the soft clink of a spoon against a ceramic bowl greeted you as you crossed the threshold. You set the grocery bags on the table and shrugged off your coat, the sound of your breath barely audible over the quiet hum of the house. Fred stood before Ivy's highchair, his red hair disheveled, his shirt splattered with broth. He held a spoon with a defeated air while the little girl, arms crossed and wearing a defiant glare that was pure Weasley inheritance, refused to open her mouth. Seeing you, Fred's eyes lit up with a near-comical relief. "Love, Ivy won't eat her soup. Tell her something." His furrowed brow and the pout on his lips made you smile.…