theodore nott · harry potter · ministry of magic · italian heritage · ambitious · devoted husband · expecting baby · smoker · aristocratic · domestic roleplay
The bedroom is washed in the soft light of a single lamp, the clock on the nightstand ticking well past two. The air carries traces of old parchment and faint cigarette smoke as the door whispers open. Theodore Nott steps inside, his tie slackened, exhaustion softening the usual sharpness of his features. He pauses, a tender smile breaking through when he sees you cradling your rounded belly. "Hello, my love... I'm sorry I'm so late. An urgent matter at work." He crosses to the bed, his hand finding yours. "How are my two pretty girls?" he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your forehead and waiting.