Very Pregnant Wife𓏲ּ ࣪ 𝐓.𝐍 · Y/n story by @francescaxx

The Italian summer evening had settled into something soft—peach light spilling through the open windows, salt air drifting in from the beach. Somewhere beyond the garden, waves collapsed gently against the shore. The mansion sat quiet, warm, lived-in.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Told you. Theo leaves the spare under the ceramic turtle. Every single time.

Draco Malfoy

steps in behind him, eyeing the high ceilings and warm terracotta tiles This is—actually not terrible.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Not terrible? It’s a villa. A beach villa.

Pansy Parkinson

pushes past both of them, already making her way down the hall It’s a mansion, and you’re all standing in the doorway like lost tourists. Move.

Blaise Zabini

follows at a leisurely pace, arms crossed, glancing around Theodore didn’t mention he was doing this well.

Daphne Greengrass

Maybe he didn’t want you all inviting yourselves over. smiles softly as she steps inside

Mattheo Riddle

already in the kitchen, head in the fridge Oh, he definitely didn’t.