Love For Too Many

Chapter 18

She shifts under me and it wakes me up. Sunlight is streaming through the window. I grab my wand from the coffee table being careful not to disturb her. With a flick of my wand, the silent ward is down. The school is still quiet and the birds haven't started chirping yet.

I slowly slide Y/n off of me and climb off the couch. The whole room smells like sex and sweat. I look around for my boxers and grab them off of the floor.

Once I'm slightly more decent, I head to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. Tea is not strong enough after last night.

Y/n has me spiraling. It's only a week from Christmas and I think I'm starting to love her. I barely know her but I feel like I've known her forever.

I lean against the kitchen counter while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing and think of my present for her. I hope she likes it. She probably got me something so much better. I'm not a great gift giver.

I turn around right as the coffee pot beeps and turn it off. I pour us both a cup and walk back into the living room. Y/n is sprawled out with one arm hanging off the couch and her tits free as can be. She looks so peaceful compared to earlier.

Her stress has started to rub off on me. The poor girl has had an awful experience with love and I don't know if I can be what she needs right now. I have a bad history of being emotionally available but I'm trying so hard for her. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and she begins to wake.

"Morning love." I whisper. She smiles up at me.

"Morning babe." The nickname jostled my heart.

"Babe? Have I made it to babe status?" I tease. She mumbles and then her sense of smell kicked in.

"Mmm, coffee." She reaches out to the coffee table but I grab her hand.

"Patience. Let's get you dressed first." I sit her up and she groans.

"Damn Sev! I'm so sore." I chuckle at her. "I'm going to need help."

"I know love. Let's get you in the tub." I lean down and pick her up bridal style and carried her to the guest bathroom. Afraid that I'd wake Wendy up if I went to the master suite. "I'm going to check on Wendy while the tub fills." I set her down on the toilet and walk across the hall.

On our bed is Wendy, fast asleep and mumbling in her sleep. I smile at her small figure in the queen size bed. I leave the door open and walk back across the hallway.

The tub is mostly full and Y/n is sitting on the toilet half asleep. I caress her cheek and her eyes met mine. Her eyes do magical things to me. Bats swarm my stomach but in a good way.

"Ready for our bath?"

"Our?" I nod and she smiles. "Yeah I'm ready."

I pick her up off of the toilet and set her into the tub as gently as I could. When she was settled I pull off my boxers and slide in behind her. Y/n leans against my chest and sighs in content.

I grab a handful of water and pour it over her head making sure to keep it off of her face. Once her hair was saturated I wash it and condition it before washing down her body.

When she's all clean I clean up myself quickly and then empty the tub. I wrap her in a fluffy white towel and wrap one around myself. I carry her to our room and set her on the bed long enough to grab clothes from the closet.

She just sits there and smiles at me. How can one person who had been through the trauma of many be so content. I know I say it often and it gets repetitive but it boggles my mind.

I dress her and she curls up around Wendy. Wendy who is still fast asleep looks even more peaceful if that's even possible. I get dressed in black sweats, a t-shirt, a grey hoodie, black socks, and black sneakers.

Y/n looks at me in shock.

"What?" I whisper and she stifles a laugh.

"I didn't know you could dress so comfortably." She pats the bed beside her and I shake my head no.

I go back to the living room and grab our cooled coffee and bring it back to her. God her smile is intoxicating.

I sit beside Y/n and sip my coffee while lightly stroking her hair. She mumbles happily drinking hers.

When our cups had run dry, I got up and finished getting ready. My hair and teeth had been brushed and breakfast was cooking on the stove. Sunlight poured in through the windows and warmed the room.

That's when I heard little footsteps running behind me. I pretended not to notice even though I could feel the grin creeping up my face.

Her footsteps lightened and then from the edge of the kitchen I heard, "BOO!" I pretended to jump. "Ahhh! You scared me!" Wendy breaks out into giggles and runs up to me.

I scoop her up into my arms and hold her tight. "You silly goose!" I ruffle her hair and kiss her forehead before setting her back down on the ground. She runs to the other side of the kitchen away from the stove and pretends to cook on her play kitchen.

I look at her lovingly. So innocent and pure it's amazing. Warm arms wrap around my waist and Y/n's body presses in my backside.

"Thanks babe." She whispers.

"I love you Y/n." Her arms loosen from my waist and I turn to see her. Her eyes are filling with tears but none have dropped yet. "Y/n?"

"Severus, I don't know if I can-"

I pull her into a hug and she nestles her head into my chest. "I love you Y/n. You don't have to love me back yet. But I love you and I love Wendy, and I'll keep this for as long as you'll let me."

"I do love you Sev!" She sniffles. "I just have a lot of baggage. I might not be able to love you like I should."

"Any amount of love from you is more than I deserve. Take your time no one is rushing you." The stove timer beeps signaling that food is finished cooking. I squeeze Y/n a little tighter and let her go so I can finish preparing breakfast.

Y/n leaves my side and joins Wendy at the play kitchen. I can hear their faint words as they discuss what exquisite plastic meal is being prepared for us.

I cannot believe I told y/n that I loved her. I truly do but we haven't been dating all that long. I feel slightly foolish and like a teenage boy without experience.

Dividing up the food into thirds I place two plates of food down on the dining room table and one plastic organizer of food on the high chair.

Throughout the meal Wendy babbles about her pet frog that she found out in the leaves in the courtyard. It's not her frog nor did Y/n let her keep it but she calls it her pet and named it Renold.

But as Wendy babbled about Renold my eyes kept straying to Y/n. How she smiled at Wendy, and how her dimples deepened when she looked back at me. Why of all people, did she choose me? Granted we don't choose who we fall in love with but she has continued to choose me every day.

Then the realization hit me. I want to spend every day of my life with the woman I chose and who chose me too. But that means even more danger and trauma for her. The Dark Lord will begin to take an interest in her and I cannot add more danger into her life.

I think I need to end this. My needs don't matter. Voldemort can't get ahold of her.