Chapter Text
TWELVE YEARS LATER
“Morning, Sev.” you murmured against his bare skin.
His arms are wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid that you might disappear. Your fingers gently brush down his forearms, stopping at the mottled mark tattooed on his skin.
You had barely seen much of Severus, as he was split between tasks for the Dark Lord, and reporting back to Dumbledore. And, as the newly appointed potions master of Hogwarts, you only got to see him on school holidays.
The door to your room flung upon, light flooding in, much to Sev’s chagrin. Groaning, he buried his head into the crook of your neck.
“Good morning!”
Your daughter, Eileen, crawled onto your bed and launched herself on top of the both of you. She had gotten Severus’ looks with soft features and that curved smile, and she had definitely inherited his seriousness.
“Alder’s crying,” She said sagely.
“Is he now,” you mutter.
“Yep. It’s because he set your bushes on fire again.”
That got you bolting right out of bed.
“For Rowena’s sake,” you mutter, “One Severus was enough, now I have to deal with three of them.”