You're attempting to break free from the tight bonds of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy, while trying to find a balance within yourself. Was being a potions master really what you wanted? Let us see how this unfolds.
(I will be updating this soon, j...
The morning sun streamed through the windows of your home, casting a warm glow on the sleek furniture and clean lines of the interior.
Despite the serene setting, a palpable tension hung in the air as you, Severus, and Lucius prepared for your first therapy appointment. The children had already been dropped off with their grandmother, leaving the house unusually quiet.
You stood in front of the bedroom mirror, slipping on a printed linen baby doll dress, smoothing down your skirt.
Your hands trembled slightly as you tried to focus on your reflection. The anxiety gnawed at you, but you took a deep breath and steadied yourself. Today was important, and you had to be strong.
Severus entered the room, buttoning up a dark, casual shirt. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a subtle edge of tension. "Are you almost ready?" he asked, his voice softer than usual, yet strained.
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"Just about," you replied, turning to face him. "How are you feeling?"
He paused, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Nervous," he admitted. "I don't want to do this. Even less than last time."
Lucius appeared in the doorway, adjusting his watch. His platinum blonde hair was neatly styled, but his usual confident expression was replaced with unease. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, stepping into the room.
"Aww," you said gently, reaching out to touch Lucius's arm.
"It will be okay. I promise they won't burn us at the stake for their perceived moral ground. She is very nice. And remember," you added, your voice soft yet firm, "we're doing this for us, for our family.
And if you both are very good daddies and take this seriously, I promise lots of love afterwards. Because we will need it. I'm sure things are going to be said that will bother at least someone."
Lucius sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly under your touch. "Lovely, Princess," he said, though his voice full of doubt and sarcasm.
Severus finished buttoning his shirt and glanced over at you both. "Let's not delay this any further."
Feeling a bit more encouraged, you led the way to the living room.
As you got into position to apparate together, Lucius turned to you. "Do you really think this will help?" he asked, his tone more vulnerable than before.
"I do," you replied sincerely. "I'm hopeful. Shall we?" The men nod, grabbing your hands, twist and you apparate to Diagon Alley where the therapist is located.
"Remember," you said, your voice steady. "We are doing this because we're all in love. Let us not forget that."
They nodded, drawing strength from your words. Lucius opened the door for you, and you stepped through, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. Severus followed, his expression a blend of resolve and apprehension.
