Mama why’d you even choose daddy? · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The fire crackled warmly in the marble hearth of your manor living room, casting dancing shadows across the plush cream sofas.

Cassian Riddle

snuggled against your side, a sippy cup in one tiny hand Mama?

His big brown eyes—Mattheo’s eyes—blinked up at you.

Mattheo Riddle

lounging in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, smirking behind his book What is it, Cass?

Cassian Riddle

turns to look at his father, then back at you Muma.

Silence. The crackling fire suddenly very loud.

Cassian Riddle

You’re too pretty for him.