𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗌 ☽ 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗘✔️

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

[Chapter 22 - The Reunion ]

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Nothing could put a damper on the happiness that was Genevive. With a baby on the way, the witch was finally beginning to enjoy her life, being as it was on her side for once.

Her relationship with Severus took a bit of time to transition into its new role but now the couple was more solid than ever, talking out arguments instead of shouting and even moving in together. Sort of.

They shared the bedroom in Genevieve's suite (mostly because Severus preferred waking up in the light airy space) but tended to stay in their separate quarters, with a shared breakfast each morning.

This morning, however, Genevieve was up at the crack of dawn, hunched over her writing desk as she stared blankly at the parchment before her.

Every time she would go to write a word, a wave of doubt flooded her senses. So far the page only read, "Dear" Audible sighing, the witch threw down her quill in frustration. What she didn't hear was Severus waking up behind her, startling the witch as appeared beside her.

"Morning," she haphazardly greeted, eyes not moving from the letter yet to be written.

"I didn't hear you get up this morning," Severus pointed out, emerging from the kitchenette with two cups of tea, placing one down by Genevieve who graciously accepted the drink.

"Oh, sorry if I woke you, I couldn't sleep."

"Are you alright? Was the baby kicking?"

"I'm only eight weeks along Sev, the baby won't start to kick until eighteen weeks."

Out of the corner of his eye, Severus recognised the parchment," Who are you writing to?"

"My parents."

Now that explained the bluntness. Severus put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them softly and listening as Genevieve vented.

"How am I going to tell them?"

"You could always not tell them if it worries you too much."

"Severus! There my parents. I have to tell them. Besides, you've probably told yours already."

The wizard in question remained silent, taking his hands off her shoulders and placing them in his lap. Turning her body around, Genevieve noticed the look of disdain on his face, jerking her to her core," Oh Severus, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"

He cut her off before she could finish," Its alright, you couldn't have known anyway. My mother died when I was in sixth year, and my father, well, he wasn't around much growing up."

Changing the subject, Severus suggested a breakfast in bed for the pair, snuggling up in warm blankets as their favourite house-elf, Beanie, brought them a full English breakfast each. What a wonderful way to start the day.