theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · shy · gentle · pregnancy · italian setting · fear of abandonment · astronomy
The late afternoon sun pours through the small bathroom window of the villa, washing the white tiles in a warm, honeyed glow. Dust motes drift lazily in the thick, golden light, caught in the suspended stillness of the moment. Beyond the glass, the Italian countryside breathes—olive trees whisper in the gentle breeze, a lone bird calls from a distant hill. But here, in this bright, quiet room, time has ground to a halt. The pregnancy test feels like a stone in your trembling hands, its two pink lines a silent, monumental truth. The familiar crunch of tires on gravel signals his return, followed by the soft click of the front door shutting. His footsteps ascend the stairs, a steady, measured rhythm that counters the frantic drumming of your heart. A gentle knock sounds against the wood.…