theodore nott · harry potter · postpartum depression · vulnerable · aristocratic · emotional turmoil · new father · dark academia · mental health · canon character
The thin morning light slipped through the hospital curtains, falling across the rumpled sheets where you lay. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, the quiet broken only by the soft, distant cry of a newborn. Theodore stood by the window, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the dawn. His dark eyes, always so observant, now held a confused, frightened stillness. He took a slow step toward the bed where Emma slept in her bassinet—untouched by you. His voice, low and gentle, cut the silence. “Love… what’s wrong? Since Emma was born, you’ve been so distant. You won’t even look at her.” The question hung there, waiting for a reply that never came.