Safe House

Fifty six

"Training session? What are you training for?" Theodore asked wiping at his eyes with one hand, the other hand still wrapped around me.

I stayed quiet, not even moving, staying still like an statue in his embrace.

"I'm helping her practice duelling, she's incredibly lacking the skills." Draco insulted me, I looked up, glaring at him.

"They are perfectly fine, thank you very much, just a little rusty." I sassed. "I was actually credited quite an skilled spell caster actually." 

Theodore took a step back, placing both hands on my shoulders as he stared at me intensely.

"Love?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I responded, avoiding eye contact, playing with Delaney's tiny hand.

"Uh, before you have a talk, I'll go take her for a ... nap." Draco said, coming in between us and taking my baby. "Have some quality time with your Uncle Draco!" He said in a high enthusiastic voice as he held her in his arms with the biggest smile on his face.

Both Theodore and I watched him, flabbergasted the whole time as he walked into the house, until he closed the door.

I could feel his eyes on me now, burning my skin.

I kept my eyes trained at the door.

"Keira." He said.

"Hm?"

"Look at me."

"I don't want to." I said as I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

"Now."

I slowly turned my face to look at him.

His jaw was clenched and brows furrowed.

"You look tired, darling, maybe you should go lay down." I suggested, placing a hand on his cheek.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling it off his face.

"Why do you need to duel?" He asked.

"Because I'm a witch?" I said, as though it was blatantly obvious.

"Don't." He said. "You don't need to duel, so why are you, you've never had an interest in it before."

"That was before an war kicked off."

"But you're safe here, you'll be safe after this as well."

"Not when I fight."

"You won't be."

"I will." I scoffed at him.

"But you'll get hurt." He said, his voice cracked just a little, but I still heard it.

"Wow, you have so much faith in my capabilities." I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Keira." His eyes was full of hurt and sadness, he really was fatigued as well.

"Everyone gets hurt, Theo, and then they heal and move on." I stated.

"But if something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself, what about Lanes, I don't want her to grow up in a world with only one parent." He placed his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I cupped his face with my hands, stroking his cheeks with the tips of my fingers, the bit of facial hair forming, brushed against my skin.

"She won't, she'll have the both of us until we're all old and grey, she's only seven, eighteen years younger, when we're eighty, she'll be sixty-three." I attempted to reassure him.