Your baby daddy · Y/n story by @gianna555

The scent of chlorine from the fountain court mixed with the warm, buttery smell of the pretzel stand. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the mall humming with the low-grade buzz of back-to-school shopping.

Blaise Zabini

She’s going to want that one. voice comes from just behind your right shoulder, low and familiar

You didn’t have to turn to know he was there. You could feel the space he occupied, the slight shift in the air.

Blaise Zabini

Aurora’s in the dressing room with the sales associate. Tried on seven things, declared five of them “itchy.”

He stepped into your periphery, tall enough to block the overhead fluorescents. He was holding two tiny denim jackets, one in each hand, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Blaise Zabini

Which one? The light wash or the dark? I can’t tell. She said she wanted “sparkle jeans” but these don’t sparkle. he holds them up, a faint, frustrated smile on his face