— to England?” he asked, concern knitting his brows together. Aleksandra was already a few months along in her pregnancy, and now that he thought about the journey, a knot formed in his stomach. He didn’t want anything to happen to either of them, especially after the loss he had already suffered.

— rubbed his hand over her bump once she had placed it there. The thought of their child, girl or boy soaring through the air, broomstick in hand, was an exciting image, one that made his heart swell with pride.

A sense of reality soon set in for Fabian. “Are you going to be all right to travel —

— the life they were bringing into the world together. Each kick was a reminder of the little being growing inside her—a little baby, their little baby.

“He’s already so strong; think we may have a future Quidditch player on our hands,” he teased, a smile breaking across his face as he softly —

She deserves the world.

She's his queen and he loves her.

He will draw her a bath.

What does she need, what can he do for her?