I Love This It’s So Adorable 😍😍

I love this it’s so adorable 😍😍

Could You write Severus imagine how he does simple things with his wife and little daughter? Such as going to shop for groceries or spending evening together after long, hard day? 😗

A/N: yOU BET I CAN! Hello! I promise I’m not dead, just busy. Anyways: Here’s a 4/20 gift from me to you <3 Enjoy! 

Severus Snape: Potions master, ex-death eater and… family man?

Word count: 1.325 

Warnings: So. much. FLUFF!

It’s a known truth that your life changes when you have children. Things that used to be less than unimportant suddenly become some of the biggest concerns of your life. You shed the irresponsible, young, awake person you used to be and become a newer, more mature and so much more tired version of yourself. You become responsible for a whole life, and it is, for most people, a most wonderful thing. It’s also known that sometimes, the softness and naive wonder in a child can soften adults who were too hardened and cold from the horrors of the world. Sometimes children make you stop and look away from all the worries and bad news the world brings you, and make you focus on something so small, yet so innocent and significant, and it changes you, bit by bit. From the flowers, pebbles and doodles they give you to the way their head weighs on your chest when they fall asleep on you whilst you read them a story.

This was the case of Severus Snape, who had become the father of a daughter only a mere three years ago, but already had seen himself become softer, something his much younger self would call weak. Now he just called himself more loving, more caring and kind. His wife saw it too, occasionally teasing him about it, saying that if he kept going like this he might start handing out E’s more generously, but he really didn’t mind as much as he pretended to. He couldn’t explain how it had happened, but as he had held his child for the first time, he’d listened to her cry and thought that perhaps this had been a huge mistake, panic rising inside him until the nurse in the room had advised him on how to hold the baby, which had made her stop. And then, as if surprised, his daughter had opened her eyes and looked straight into his own with the most magnificent gaze Severus had ever seen, hitting him with the tranquillising realisation that this child was his and that it was his responsibility to keep her safe from any harm. He’d tried so hard not to let tears fall as he quietly promised to be so much better than the father he had had, promising the newborn to take care of her, even if it meant he was hurt. From then on his daughter had continued to surprise him, melting his cold demeanour, day by day.

‘Should we get the green, yellow or black tea?’ Severus’ wife pointed at each box as she listed them, then looked back to their daughter, who had her small finger in her mouth, her brows slightly frowning as if considering a grave big decision. Her deep, almost black eyes scanned along the boxes, then went back to the first one, then to the last one before finally landing on the one in the middle. She put her finger forward and pointed. Severus heard his wife mumble ‘Excellent choice’ approvingly, smiling, as she picked the box off the shelf and put it in a basket. Severus smiled a little at the scene. Truth be told, no matter how much his daughter may change him, grocery shopping would never be his thing. He always felt sort of out of place amongst the brightly coloured boxes and sharp lights.

Still, his wife had dragged him along, insisting that if anything, it was his turn to do the grocery shopping. Severus looked down as he felt a tug at his robes. He met the large, dark eyes that his daughter had inherited from him. She stretched her arms upwards.

‘Up!’ She said. Severus smiled as he picked her up and put her on his shoulders. ‘Where’d your mother go?’ He asked her. She pointed and Severus took off, feeling strangely sentimental.

***

Maybe grocery shopping wasn’t Severus’ thing, but cooking dinner certainly was. After dinner, it was time to start working on the thousands of assignments that needed to be graded, whilst his wife read to their daughter. It was tough, concentrating on the lists of ingredients and their purposes when the sound of your daughter babbling on about her favourite of the farm animals in the book. Chuckling to himself, Severus wrote a note and a grade, put the assignment away and began on the next one. As the pile of parchment got smaller, the sound of babbling died down, as the telly was turned on and the sound of some family-friendly movie filled the room.

‘Alright, bedtime.’ Severus’ wife said, picking up the sleepy toddler, who had been dozing off on the sofa.

‘Maybe if you’re lucky,’ His wife said ‘Daddy’ll tell you a bedtime story?’ Both the woman and toddler looked hopefully at Severus, who smiled softly. ‘I’ll be with you in a minute.’ He answered. Putting down his quill and putting the remaining papers aside, Severus stood up and made his way to his daughter’s bedroom, where his daughter was waiting for him, already having been tucked in by his wife.  The little girl was holding a book.

‘You already picked one?’ Severus asked, sitting down beside the bed. The girl nodded making a determined ‘Mhmm’ sound. Severus smiled and picked up the book. Then he opened to the first page, cleared his throat and began reading:’Once upon a time…’

***

‘And the princess lived happily ever after. The end.’ Severus finished. He looked up to see his daughter fast asleep. He tilted his head as he adored the toddler. What on earth could he possibly have done to deserve such an amazing daughter? He stroked her hair gently, before turning off her bedside lamp. He let the door to her bedroom stay slightly open. Outside in the living room sat his wife with a book. She looked up at him with a smile.

‘Is she sleeping?’ She asked, extending her hand, gesturing him to come closer. He did. He nodded as he sat down beside her. ‘Yes, she is,’ He said ‘If not then she certainly has a knack for pretending.’ He added, chuckling. His wife laughed lightly, then sighed happily.

‘She’s wonderful.’ She said. Severus put an arm around her. ‘Of course, she is. She has you for a mother.’ He said, earning a laugh from his wife. ‘Oh please, you’re favourite!’ She chuckled. Severus frowned a little. ‘You really think so?’ He asked, his wife nodded. ‘Yeah, she loves you.’ She mumbled fondly, there was a pause as she caressed his cheek, then she added. ‘As do I.’ Severus pulled her into an embrace, stroking her back. ‘I love you too.’ He mumbled into her hair. For a moment there was silence, with the exception of their breaths and the crackling of the fire. ‘Gosh,’ Severus’ wife mumbled, ‘Who knew you of all people would become a family man?’ She said in a whisper. Grinning, Severus softly pushed her away. ‘I’m not a family man.’ He protested. His wife raised her brows. ‘Sure you’re not.’ She said with a sarcastic tone, ‘Wanna go to bed then, Mr I’m-not-a-family-man-I-just-cook-the-dinner?’ She asked, extending her hand. Chuckling, Severus took it. ‘Yes, I do, Mrs There’s-a-reason-I-cook-Because-I-value-my-pots-and-pans.’ He answered. ‘Oh be quiet, you!’ His wife answered, grinning. Severus pulled her in and kissed her softly, then looked into her eyes and said: ‘You started it.’

As his wife laughed softly, Severus vowed to himself, much like he had done several times before, not to ever turn out like his own father and to never ever let go of the family he had. And as his wife kissed him again, he closed his eyes and knew at that moment that it was a vow he was going to keep.