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Beautiful memories — Chapter 2

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (aged up)

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child, and is filled with anger and jealousy and confusion. He just doesn't know the child is his yet.

— WARNINGS: angst, then a lot of fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

— A/N: Here's part 2 of the fic requested by my dear @pugsnotdrugs92 💕 I expect the next chapter will be the last (and it will be the one with the smutt). Enjoy, my dears! 😘

— TAGGING: @rbdiggory @sammysgirl1997

The house she rented was near London, on the outer edges. Looking out the window, Sebastian could see empty dirt fields all around, land prepared for more construction, and to the side toward the south plumes of chimney smoke coming from the city. The grey skies were turning red with sunset.

A couple of lamps turned on behind him in the room, he could see their glow reflected in the window. Cutting through them, a shadow approached. She hugged him from behind.

“I must’ve told you a hundred times today,” she said with her cheek pressed against his back, “but I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said.

It was true. He’d missed her every day, and every memory of her the Dementors pulled out was like a splinter chipped off of his heart. But since learning of her… situation, he no longer knew what he felt. Was it hatred? Was it rage? Was there even a feeling left inside of him for her, or was the hatred and the rage all for himself?

“Come on,” she said with a calm and loving voice, blissfully ignorant of the storm raging inside him, “let’s give you a little wash.”

She had him sit on the sofa in front of the lit fireplace, and one by one the space before him filled with bowls of water pitchers and little mounds of towels. He wasn’t sure how he looked anymore, he’d only caught the faintest reflection of himself in the window, but he imagined it wasn’t good. His hair felt matted, his skin crusted with dirt, and he didn’t even want to look at all the bruises anymore…

After she placed everything she needed, she brought him chocolate to eat, and on the table next to him she placed a steaming cup of hot cocoa. Sebastian smiled as he picked up a little chocolate square and let melt on his tongue. He remembered reading about this remedy against Dementors in his third year. How long ago that was…

While he ate the sweets, she tended to him. She took his jacket off, his boots, his tie and vest and shirt, and limb by limb she scraped the dirt away, while his feet rested in warm salt water. She had the nerve to blush when she cleaned down his chest, her hands moving slow and enticing. When she reached his thighs, she worked down each one with both hands, sneaking glances up at him through her long lashes.

Sebastian swallowed the knot in his throat, but he no longer had it in him to be aroused at the sight. At least, not yet. The picture of her at his feet, his naked skin beneath her hands — bruised and bony as he was — was soiled by the thought of what Ominis would think if he saw this…

The next hour was spent cleaning the wounds on his wrists and ankles, applying salves wherever she found the smallest scrape or bruise, and then washing his hair. She placed a basin on a table behind the sofa and had him lean back, close his eyes, and gave him a bit more chocolate. Her fingers soothed his nerves as they massaged his scalp, lathering him slowly, untangling the knots made across so many restless nights… She rinsed the foam out, and then lathered his hair again until she was satisfied that he was clean. He was covered in a blanket by now, feet warming by the fire.

Once he was dry, she brought new clothes out for him — just a comfortable pair of nightclothes to start.

Sebastian let her dress him, but stayed silent the whole while. Unnaturally silent.

“How do you feel?” she asked with an encouraging smile as she rubbed the towel against his still-damp hair.

He avoided the question. “I should be asking you that.”

“Oh?” she giggled. “How so?”

“How far along?” he asked brusquely, not even looking at her.

“Six months,” she said with a sad smile, her hands threading gently through his hair.

Sebastian nodded and was quiet for long moments while the feelings he’d kept trying to hold back bubbled to the surface. Then, all of a sudden, he got up and walked all the way around the sofa. He started to pace up and down the centre of the room.

It wasn’t exactly unexpected… What did he, a convicted murderer with a broken wand, have to offer somebody like her? And who else to take her from him than Ominis — wealthier, more handsome, well-connected, kind and gentle and always far more level-headed than he ever was.

He should be happy for her, if he loved her. But he couldn’t manage it.

“I’d like to go,” he said, looking aimlessly around, everywhere but at her.

“What? Why?”

“I can’t stay here…”

“But —”

“I can’t.”

“Sebas—”

“It was difficult enough,” he started, “to be in there, wondering about you all the time, doubting whether… whether you would even want to speak to me after everything. But to see… to see you and…”

“And what?” she asked tearfully.

Sebastian took a deep breath in, then out. His swallowed thoughts and feelings poured out of him faster than he could control them.

“Every good memory I ever had was drained out of me, every day, every day,” he mumbled, “but however bad it was, I still thought… I still had… you.”

“Sebastian,” she whispered, approaching him slowly, “what are you talking about? You do have me, you do.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, working up the courage to say it. The chime of her steps on the wooden floor rang like a death knell in his ears.

“Seeing you and Ominis today…” he spat, sounding exactly as angry and betrayed and lonely as he felt, “was worse than any thoughts the Dementors put in my head.”

She stood there quietly and listened in a state of shock. Nothing he was saying made sense. Wasn’t he happy to see his friends? Was this an effect of his imprisonment? Would it go away with time? He sounded jealous, but he couldn't be. Nothing had changed between the three of them since they were at Hogwarts — nothing aside from…

“I should have known,” he continued, shaking his head as if he could get rid of the awful thoughts, “I should have known when you were always at the trial together, always whispering to each other…”

“Sebastian,” she said, speaking more sharply than she meant to, “whatever you think happened between me and Ominis, it didn’t.”

He looked down at her, his eyes dull and bleary but full of anger.

She met his gaze and held it gently, and reached out to take his hand. “Is this what you’re worried about?” she asked as she placed his palm on her lightly swollen stomach. “Because this is ours.”

She said it as if it had been the most obvious thing, but it struck Sebastian like a revelation. Suddenly, he looked at her as if she were a new person, and as if he were new as well. His frown relaxed and his lips lost their tension and the brown in his eyes turned sweet again from the smoulder that was there before.

“W-what?”

“That night after they announced your trial… Remember?” she said with a shy smile, blushing a little. “It’s ours. I was never involved with Ominis, we’re friends, like we’ve always been… It’s you I love, you I want, you I’ve been carrying this for.”

Sebastian swallowed the knot in his throat and looked down at her body, his hand still on her stomach. He nearly had forgotten… How could he? How could he? After years of circling around each other that night of finally confessing, finally accepting their love… It had meant everything to him, and if only for a moment it eclipsed his past sins and the looming trial and made everything fade into nothingness. Showing his love for her had been the sweetest moment of his life… So, how could he have forgotten it?

“The Dementors,” she frowned, answering it for him. “They steal happy memories, that is what they feed on.”

“I suppose they must’ve had a feast with that,” he said with a hoarse chuckle.

“My poor darling,” she whispered, her hand going up to cup his cheek. She knew she couldn’t begin to understand what had been done to him. Even seeing it unfold distraught her...

Sebastian, meanwhile, was fixated, fascinated, his hand warming on her tummy. “Mine,” he muttered, his hand caressing the expanse of her little swell. “W-wow…”

He was just beginning to understand what it meant: how wrong he’d been about her, about Ominis too, and about himself… And how beautiful of a future they had together now.

It also made him realise how horrible he’d been to her so far.

“I’m sorry,” he said briskly, looking into her eyes again.

“Why?” she frowned.

“For doubting you. For being ungrateful, most of all…”

“Oh Seb,” she sighed, and in the same breath reached up to hug him. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain it at first,” she whispered. “I know I should have. I just… felt so uncomfortable about it, so —”

“Ashamed?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

His arms tightened around her back. “We’re both ashamed then. And we both shouldn’t be.”

She laughed a little. “I suppose so…”

Sebastian leaned back enough to look into her eyes again and his right hand cupped her cheek. With a trembling thumb, he wiped away a little tear that beaded at her lashes.

“And I’ve been letting you fuss over me all day,” he smiled sadly, wanting to sink into the ground with guilt.

“Don’t be silly,” she chuckled. “I’ve been alright… It’s you I’m worried about.”

“There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”

He knew it wasn’t really true, he knew he was still troubled and far from the man she used to know, but he was determined — especially now — to put Azkaban and all its woes behind him.

She hugged him loosely at the hips and smiled up at him, drinking in the beautiful sight of her Sebastian with finally a little bit of hope in his eyes.

“So what do you think?” she grinned. “Will you let me take care of you now?”

“I should be taking care of you. I did this to you, after all,” he said with a cocked brow. His hands slid down her neck and to her shoulders before settling around her waist, and all the while he looked her up and down suggestively.

She blushed at the shamelessness of him. “How about we take care of each other?” she chuckled.

“Well, you’ve already taken care of me enough for today,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I think it’s my turn now.”

She giggled and shook her head, but found her heart fluttering excitedly, just like it used to when they were still at Hogwarts, young and careless and in love… Of course, they were still quite young, and very much in love. They just needed to work on being careless again.

“And how do you propose to do that?” she whispered.

His arms wrapped around her waist more tightly and he tucked her head beneath his chin.

“That’s exactly how,” he said dreamily. “I’m going to propose.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

She pulled away enough to look at him. She could tell that he was being serious.

“You don’t expect I’ll let you go on this way, will you?” he said. His gaze was playful but with a serious edge beneath it. “We shall have to marry soon. This month. This week, if possible... Then we can go somewhere nice and quiet for a while, so neither your family nor any of our friends will be able to tell the months…”

“Seb, you’re not ready yet…”

“What am I, one of Garreth’s potions? I’m ready when I say I am.”

She laughed in spite of herself.

“So, what do you say?” he grinned.

And he pulled himself away from her, and held her hands in his, and with a surety that he had until now thought lost to him forever he got down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

She didn’t even need to think about it. “Yes. I will. I love you.”

Sebastian’s smile was so big and broad that it hurt his cheeks. It was so nice to have a dream come true every now and then… It felt like he’d been given a new life, a new soul that wasn’t tarnished, a fresh heart to love her with. His arms curled around her waist and he rested his weary head against her stomach, his eyes closed, and his ear to the little life inside her.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “Both of you.”

He heard and felt her giggle, and then her hands came down to his ruffled head. She covered him like a star-speckled and cloud-soft firmament, and he’d never felt more safe.

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sebastianswallows · 11 months

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Beautiful memories — Chapter 3

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (aged up)

— WARNINGS: fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, fingering, frottage, breeding kink, praise kink, needy!Seb, good boy!Seb, and a lot of love confessions

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— A/N: The third and last chapter of the fic requested by my dear @pugsnotdrugs92 💕 It was a lot of fun writing this, and it might be my first time writing pregnancy sex? 😳 Or I just don't remember, I don't know, it's very late. Anyway, the prompt requested smut, so here you have it. Seb is extra careful and gentle in this 👉👈 Hope you enjoy, my dears! 😘

— TAGGING: @rbdiggory @sammysgirl1997 @bellstwd

They retreated into the bedroom for the evening, a small and narrow chamber with a bed enchanted to just about fit the both of them. She offered to arrange something else, but Sebastian wouldn’t have it.

“As long as you’re comfortable,” he said, his arms circling her swollen middle, “I’m comfortable.”

“You might eat those words later,” she laughed.

“Oh yes, I wouldn’t want that,” he purred, “I’d rather eat something else.”

“Seb!”

“Chocolate, I meant chocolate,” he said smoothly as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Of course you did,” she grinned.

“Well... you are rather appetizing,” Sebastian whispered. His fingers trailed gently along her hips and stomach as he smiled lovingly at her. “I think I'll have to have a taste, actually,” he said, lips softly pressed against the base of her neck, then moving up towards her ear to give her a playful nibble. “Is that alright, darling?”

She breathed out a long, happy, murmuring sigh, melting in his arms as they walked slowly together closer and closer to the bed. She'd dreamed about this for so long and sometimes feared she'd never even have his arms around her again. But her dreams had come true and her Sebastian was back, and even if he was a little worse for wear he was wholly himself: sweet, playful, and devastating. She turned her head toward him and nodded, tucking herself deeper into his arms.

By now, the edge of the bed was at her knees. He set her down gently on the mattress.

“How about we change you out of these stiff clothes first,” he smiled. “Where's your nightgown, my sweet?”

“There,” she pointed, “in the chest of drawers.”

Sebastian took his time undressing her, picking the heavy gown apart layer by layer and setting it aside, much like she'd done earlier for him. and all the while he looked into her eyes.

As he helped her out of her clothes, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

“You look gorgeous in whatever you wear, darling,” he grinned as he pulled away. “But the nightgown is definitely my favourite.”

Her skin shivered with excitement at his every glance and touch and kiss, and she found she ached to have him close again. As soon as he was done dressing her for the night, she raised her hands to him and moved up the bed, inviting him to lay down with her.

“I thought you had another favourite,” she smiled cheekily, “but I'm a little too cold tonight for that.”

Sebastian chuckled and followed her, lifting the duvet for her to snuggle beneath before slipping in behind her. “I'll do my best to keep you warm, then,” he whispered.

“Good,” she said, closing her eyes in pleasure. “I love it when you hold me…”

“Hmmm, but I think I have one other way to warm you...” Sebastian smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist and caressingly trailing his hand down her stomach.

She inhaled sharply.

“Shhh, not like that,” he whispered. This was a delicate time for a woman, he knew that much, and he didn’t intend to do anything too dangerous for her — he’d die before he hurt her. “Just something very gentle, alright?” he said while his hand tucked her nightgown upwards and trailed up the skin of her thigh.

“Alright,” she said in a small voice.

“Very gentle,” he repeated solemnly with a kiss to her temple.

He kissed lower, down her cheek, then kissed the length of her jaw, and then his lips fell onto hers, this time with a greater passion and longing than before. Moving carefully, he pressed himself up against her from behind.

“That's all we'll do for a while,” he muttered, his hand resting over her stomach. “This is all I've wanted for so long… To hold you close like this. To simply live together.”

“I know,” she said with a tense smile, feeling on the verge of tears. “That’s all I’ve wanted too… I missed you so much, you can’t imagine…”

“I can,” he said, his eyes closed and his lips just on the surface of her skin. His left hand trailed up and down the swell of her stomach, teasing her by coming closer to her core. “I was so terrified I’d never get to see you again…”

Her hand went up to where his right one lay above her on the pillow and grasped it tightly. “It’s over now,” she said. “It’s over, forever. You’re here now with me, you’re safe.”

Sebastian sighed and kissed her neck again, her jaw, her chin, her cheek, and finally her sweet and gentle lips. His were dry and thinner than before, but he could still make her feel all the love he had for her. He ran his hands down her skin as he kissed her with all the passion and desire he possessed.

“You're mine,” he whispered to her, his lips touching hers in a long, loving kiss. “And I'm yours. I will love you until the end of time.”

“Until the end,” she whispered back, her head turned toward him. She leaned up and kissed him, smiling at the taste of chocolate that lingered on his lips.

Beneath, his hand cupped the bottom of her tummy, the broad warm palm heating her up.

“That feels nice,” she smiled, her eyes lazily looking up at him through the dark.

“Well, I can think of something that will feel even better,” he teased.

“Can you?” she asked, a smile growing on her lips until it burst into a giggle and she hid her face in the crook of her arm. “Show me,” she said, looking up at him again.

It was all the invitation Sebastian needed. His fingers slid lower, his knees spread her legs, and with her upper thigh supported on top of his, he touched her at her core.

“Aahh…” she gasped, her head instantly leaning back against him.

The skin was a little rough, but his fingers were still as thick and skilled as she remembered.

“Shhh, there we are,” he whispered, looking at her blushing face with his lips so close to hers.

He remembered bits and pieces of that night they had together, and with the greatest care, he explored her further. She was so warm and wet, getting wetter as he spread her, leaking out of her clenching hole and dripping down her skin.

“Oh, do you hear that?” he chuckled as his fingers began to slosh through the dampness between her folds. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“How could I not?” she moaned. “To see your body again, to touch you, to feel you… But it broke my heart, too,” she sighed, her voice trembling, “to see you so hurt after —”

“No, none of that,” he said, leaning in to kiss her lips again. “I’m alright, see? You’ve mended everything, you’ve made me better… Like you always have.”

“Seb…”

“You’ve always been so good to me, my sweetheart, my love, my darling,” he sighed. “Let me be good to you now…”

He continued to gently massage her, tending to her in teasing circles. His middle finger tickled her nub, rubbing her own essence into it before going back down for more.

“Does that feel alright?” he murmured lovingly, his head resting on her shoulder. “Tell me if you want me to... give you a little more...”

She bit her lip and nodded, her hands going to her side of the bed and gripping the sheets in an attempt to centre herself.

He pleasured her nub a little more, then his hand stopped its motions. Behind her, she felt Sebastian undo the front of his trousers, and then she felt his hands at the front of her nightgown. When she opened her eyes, she saw him part the front of her gown to free her left breast.

She barely felt the cold of the room before his mouth descended on her, covering as much of it as he could at once. She moaned and arched her back, letting him feed on more of her flesh while he suckled on her. Between them, his hand gently pulled his manhood out. She whined when she felt it against her rear.

“Shall I take care of you, darling?” he asked with a smile against her breast, her tip right between his teeth. “Give you what you need?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, “please…”

Sebastian chuckled and sucked her deeper into his mouth, nursing on her puckered bud while he worked to slot his manhood in between her thighs. She gasped and jumped at feeling his tip, so hot and thick and dripping wet.

“Mmmm there we go,” he groaned as he finally tucked his length between her thighs. It rested right between her folds. “You like that?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered, back arched, heart beating frantically.

His warm breath fanned against her skin as he trailed kisses up from her breast to her neck and the little hollow beneath her ear.

“Is this alright?” he asked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. It was a question he probably knew the answer to, but he wanted to be sure. “I can stop if you want me to,” he told her lovingly.

“No,” she pouted, shaking her head. “It’s good, it’s…”

“Is it just what you wanted?” he cooed.

She moaned and nodded for him.

“My good girl,” he sighed, “my darling…”

Sebastian buried his face in her neck, smiling against her skin, while his left hand went up to cup her naked breast and his right one stroked her hair. Very gently, he began to cant his hips, moving his length against her.

“Aaah, Seb…” she moaned.

“Good?”

“So good…”

He kissed her again and kept going, moving just as softly, just as carefully. He pawed lightly at her breast, mostly just letting its weight rest in it, moving it enough to harden her bud again. Between her legs, he felt her folds drip all over him, and he thrust until he was flush with her body. His tip peeked on the other side of her thighs, the hot and blushing head sitting right beneath her nub. At her back, his sac was pressed between his closed thighs and her rear.

She moaned and gripped the bedding in front of her with both hands, leaning forward slightly, parting her torso from him but keeping her hips right there, against his. Sebastian’s body followed, covering her without putting too much pressure on her, just to let her know he was right there with her, all the while keeping hold of her breast, fondling it, teasing it with a pluck of her sensitised tip before soothing it with his big hand again.

“You're doing so well,” he praised her with a whisper, his eyes half closed in a contented smile. “I couldn't ask for a sweeter woman.”

She whimpered, pleasured by everything he was doing, his whole presence working to make her feel good. She knew she couldn’t take him inside, where she wanted him, so she tightened her thighs around his length, working her muscles until she felt him shiver and breathe in through his teeth. Her thighs were getting wetter as his leaking tip dripped right against her core, spreading their combined juices whenever he thrusts back and forth.

“I love you,” he groaned, “so, so, so, so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, turning her head to look at him. His brown eyes had never looked sweeter. “Sebastian, my Sebastian, all mine…”

“All yours,” he nodded. “Forever.”

“I’ll never let you go again…”

“That’s right, my love. I belong to you, don’t I?”

She nodded, her loving gaze trapped in his.

“I’m not to go anywhere without your approval, am I?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He smiled and nuzzled her neck again, smiling with pleasure into her sweaty skin. Gingerly, his hand left her breast and travelled down, beneath the covers, toward her core.

“Tell me you love me again,” he begged.

“I love you,” she said.

His fingers trailed the swell of her stomach teasingly slow as his hips thrust in their steady and relentless rhythm against her plumping gash.

“Am I yours?”

“Mine, all mine.”

“Tell me I’m your good boy…”

“You are,” she smiled, biting her lip as she looked up at him in a drowsy, lust-drunk gaze. “You’re my good boy, Seb.”

He groaned and licked his lips at that, and through the dark, she could just about see a blush grow on his freckled cheeks. Her back arched to push her hips against him possessively.

His fingers were at her womanhood. He relentlessly teased her nub, and every time his head peeked out, he teased himself as well. After one long, full thrust, he rested there, letting her juices drip on his sac while he played with his tip and her pearl all at once, strumming them together.

“Aaah… aaahh,” Sebastian gasped with a dumb and happy smile, his whole body shaking.

Her words had sent a shudder through his body. The simple statement that she claimed him filled him with such a warm, loving feeling that he thought his heart would burst. He just about closed his eyes, but he wanted to keep looking at her. He could feel an orgasm building up in the bottom of his stomach, and with his last bit of strength, he leaned down to peck her lips again.

“We're going to be a family,” he murmured between soft, delicate kisses. “I can’t wait for you to have our child… And then I can put another in you. Would you like that?” he asked as he smiled down at her, his hips starting to thrust faster.

“S-seb,” she moaned, “yes… yes, so much…”

“You want that?” he breathed, leaning down to tease her with the promise of more kisses. “Want me to stuff you full again?”

“Yes, please,” she cried, clinging to the bed harder, her eyes tearing up with desire.

Her legs tightened more strongly, trapping his length, but he thrust through it. His manhood caressed her swollen folds, pleasuring her, making her drip so much it sprinkled against his thighs with each pump of his hips.

“You want that?” he whispered, his gaze holding hers. “Want me to breed you again?”

“Yes, I want it, I’ve always wanted it,” she cried, and her head tilted back in a sudden rush of pleasure. Her cheeks warmed in a violent blush and she moaned loudly against his mouth. “Sebastian!”

He kissed her. His hand left her womanhood to cup the swell of her stomach. Against his throbbing length, he felt her womanhood pulse and a new rush of wetness leaked out as her body surrendered and shuddered in orgasm.

He moaned into her mouth as he felt his cock twitch upwards violently, yearning for her, aiming for her hole just out of reach before finally releasing its spill. He kept kissing her, both of them whining and breathless, while his length pulsed and poured and poured out the lust he had for her. When it was almost over he pulled back a little, just enough to paint her thighs white. His muscles tensed and relaxed in afterpleasure, and like a wave on a soft shore, he slowly thrust forward, pleasuring himself in his own slick.

“Love you,” he gasped when he finally released her mouth. “I love you so much…”

“I love you too,” she whispered, reaching up to catch his lips in another little kiss. “Sebastian…”

He felt her relax in his arms. Her body lost the arching tension, her heartbeat slowed, and her thighs gradually lost their grip against his shaft. By the time he pulled away, they both were filthy, sweaty and soaked.

Sebastian let her body rest back, soft and sleepy, on the bed while he got up to look for a cloth to clean her with. He found one in the second drawer of her bedside table.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured as he joined her on the bed again, careful not to move her too much. His eyes shone with fresh delight at the very sight of her silhouette in the dark. “You look so lovely when you’re pleased and sleepy...”

She smiled at the sound of his voice, but her eyes stayed closed. He leaned down to kiss her again and gently pushed back her hair. His lips rested on her forehead and he sighed contentedly.

“I’m so lucky to have you... To be with you,” he whispered.

Sebastian gently cleaned her thighs, her hips, and then his own loins. After he was done, he got up and disposed of the cloth in the bathroom sink. He returned to find her curled up and facing him, folded to the side to make room. He smiled and lay down on the bed, in her arms, and tucked them both in. As soon as he was within her reach, before he even lay down properly, she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m so happy you’re here again,” she sighed, kissing him with the last bit of energy she had.

Sebastian gave her lips a light peck and tied her nightgown up again, then tucked her head beneath his shoulder. “As am I,” he quietly said.

In a slow and lazy motion, she wrapped herself around him. Her arms and legs covered him like a second blanket while his went underneath and held her. If the room was cold anymore, neither of them felt it. She was sure that she had never been happier before in her life.

“Welcome back home,” she whispered against his chest with a proud and pleased smile.

“Home is in your arms, sweetheart,” he said as his thumb caressed her shoulder. “Go to sleep, now… I’ll be right here in the morning.”

They fell asleep clinging to each other, resting on each other’s bodies, and the happiness and safety that they felt together drowned out every other thought or feeling. They were truly home.

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