SUN & MOON - Luna & Theo (HP)

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, they settled into a life together that was both comfortable and joyful, a harmonious blend of their worlds that neither had anticipated but both had come to cherish deeply. Theo, ever the quiet romantic, found countless ways to express his feelings for her. He poured all the love he had held back for so long into their relationship, each gesture a testament to his growing affection. Whether it was surprising her with beautifully wrapped gifts, gathering wildflowers for her, or planning intimate dinners beneath a blanket of stars, his devotion was evident in every detail.

He loved watching her face light up with delight, her laughter ringing like music in the stillness of the night. It was these small moments that made his heart swell with happiness—her joy was his greatest reward.

She, in turn, embraced his gestures with an open heart. She cherished the warmth of his affection, finding comfort in the way he honored her spirit and individuality. They would spend evenings lost in conversation, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the night, as if the world outside had faded away.

He found solace in her presence, her serenity a balm to his weary soul. In her, he discovered a partner who understood him in ways he never thought possible. With her, he felt free to be vulnerable, to share his hopes and fears without judgment.

As their days unfolded, they explored the countryside surrounding Nott Manor, often taking long walks through sun-dappled woods or wandering through vibrant meadows. Each adventure solidified their bond, deepening their connection with every shared experience.

Luna, with her gentle spirit and unique perspective on life, accepted His affections with serene grace. She often discovered little notes tucked away among her belongings—each one penned by him, filled with tender words that made her heart flutter. She cherished every gift and bouquet, not for their material worth, but for the love and thoughtfulness they represented.

Their life together blossomed with simple joys—long walks through vibrant gardens, evenings spent curled up with books, and quiet moments filled with laughter. He reveled in her happiness, finding joy in the way her smile lit up the room. He had never imagined that love could feel so effortless, so right.

What was once a shadowy, lonely manor had transformed into a warm and welcoming home, infused with her light and laughter. Her presence breathed life into every corner, and he found himself eagerly anticipating each new day, knowing he would share it with her.

Despite his initial fears and insecurities, he came to realize he didn't need to be perfect to love Luna; he only needed to be genuine, to be honest and open, and to nurture the beautiful life they were creating together. In return, she offered him a profound sense of peace and belonging that he had never known before.

Together, they wove a life that was not only comfortable but breathtaking—a tapestry rich with love, trust, and the quiet contentment of two souls who had finally found their place in the world. Each shared glance and gentle touch strengthened the bond between them, a testament to their journey together and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late when he finally returned home, the weight of the day evident in every line etched on his face. His shirt, once crisp and clean, was now married with deep stains of blood, the dark red spreading across the fabric like an unwelcome reminder of the battles he had faced. He hadn't had a moment to change; all he could think about was getting home to Luna.

As he approached the entrance, she stood there waiting for him, just as she always did. Her serene presence had become his anchor, a comforting light amid the chaos of his life. But tonight, the moment she laid eyes on him, her expression shifted from calm to alarm.

"My Sun, what happened?" her voice trembled slightly, her usual composure replaced by genuine distress.

He managed a reassuring smile, though he could see the concern etched across her delicate features. "It's nothing, my moon, just a scratch," he said, attempting to downplay the situation.

But her gaze remained fixed on him, her worry deepening as she took in the extent of the blood. "A scratch doesn't cause this much blood, Theodore," she replied softly, stepping closer, her eyes searching his for the truth.

A sigh escaped him, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the day's burdens. "It looks worse than it is, I promise. I've had worse," he insisted, but the weariness in his voice betrayed him.

She stepped even closer, her gentle touch resting on his arm. "You don't have to hide from me. Please, let me help you," she urged, her concern enveloping him like a warm embrace.

In that moment, surrounded by her warmth and empathy, he felt the resolve he had clung to begin to crumble. It was more than just the physical pain he carried; it was the emotional toll of his life, the constant battles that left scars deeper than any wound.

She reached out, her fingers gently brushing against the bloodstained fabric of his shirt. Her touch was as light as a feather, yet it ignited a warmth within him that coursed through him like sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky. "Let me help you," she whispered, her voice imbued with quiet determination.

He hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his chest, but the sincerity in her eyes made it impossible to refuse. "Alright," he finally agreed, his voice softening under the weight of her concern.

Guiding him inside, she kept her hand lightly resting on his arm, a reassuring connection as they moved toward their shared wing of the manor. 

Once they reached the privacy of their room, she gently urged him to sit on the edge of the bed. Without a word, she fetched a basin of warm water and a cloth, her movements fluid and precise, exuding an innate calmness that soothed his frayed nerves.

As she began to clean the wound, he couldn't help but watch her, his heart swelling with affection. He had always known she possessed a quiet strength, but in moments like this, her resilience shone brightly, illuminating the depths of her character.

"You don't have to worry about me," he murmured, wincing slightly as the cloth brushed against a tender spot.

They sat together in the tranquil haven of their room, and he was struck anew by the depth of his love for her, and by how profoundly grateful he was for her steadfast presence. No matter the trials he faced beyond these walls, he knew that with her by his side, he could weather any storm.

He looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. "My moon, why do you always wait for me at the door?" His voice was soft, laced with genuine curiosity.

Her deep, knowing eyes met his, filled with a softness that suggested an understanding beyond words. She tilted her head, as if weighing her thoughts carefully. "Waiting is better than the uncertainty of whether you'll come home," she replied simply, her calm tone carrying an unexpected weight that made his heart tighten.

"Uncertainty?" he echoed, stepping closer and gently cupping her cheek. "I promise you, I'll always come home, sugar. Why would you think otherwise?"

Her hand rested over his, both delicate and reassuring. "Theodore," she began, her voice steady, "there may come a day when you don't return. While I accept that possibility, until then, I will always be here, waiting for you."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. A chill ran down his spine—not from fear, but from the profound truth embedded in her acceptance. She had always seen the world differently, grasping complexities that others often overlooked. In that moment, he understood just how deeply she recognized the risks he took, the life they were navigating together.

His heart swelled with a mix of admiration and sorrow. He realized that her patience was not merely a matter of love; it was a testament to her strength. "You're remarkable, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek.

She smiled softly, the weight of her understanding lightening for a moment. "And you're brave. It's what makes you who you are." 

In that exchange, amidst the shadows of their reality, a profound connection formed—an unspoken promise that no matter what dangers lay ahead, they would face them together.

But even so, the thought of leaving her, of not coming home, was a burden he couldn't bear. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as if to shield them both from that very notion. "I don't plan on going anywhere, love," he whispered into her hair, his voice resolute. "Not for a long time."

She leaned into his embrace, her arms encircling him in return, grounding him in the moment. "I know," she murmured against his chest, her breath warm. "But the world has its own plans. All we can do is cherish the time we have, and I choose to spend mine waiting for you."

He held her tighter, his heart aching with a mix of love and an unsettling acceptance. 

Her words, while cryptic, served as a poignant reminder of life's fragility—something he had encountered time and again but had never fully grasped until this moment.

As they stood wrapped in each other's warmth, he made a silent vow to himself. He would come home. No matter the trials ahead, he would return to her, to his moon. For as long as she waited, he would always have a reason to fight, a reason to survive. In her presence, he found his purpose—a light to guide him through even the darkest nights.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun filtered gently through the windows of Nott Manor, casting a warm, golden glow over the sitting room where they spent their afternoon together. The peaceful atmosphere felt like a sanctuary from the outside world, a rare moment where they could simply exist with one another. Yet, beneath the calm surface, an undercurrent of worry simmered that neither could fully ignore.

She had been unwell for several days. It had started as a mild queasiness, easily dismissed as a fleeting stomach bug, but it had since deepened into something more persistent. He observed her carefully, noting how she would occasionally press a hand to her stomach, her brow furrowing in discomfort despite her efforts to maintain her serene demeanor.

His concern grew like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. A gnawing worry twisted in his gut, relentless and unsettling. He felt helpless; there were no words of comfort or remedies to offer, no mother to turn to for advice or sister to seek guidance from. The uncertainty was a different kind of terror. He could face danger without flinching, yet the sight of her in pain struck him with a vulnerability he hadn't anticipated.

As they sat together, his heart ached with the need to do something—anything—to alleviate her discomfort. He wanted to reach out, to offer her solace and strength, but fear held him back. What if he couldn't help her? What if this was something far beyond his understanding?

"My moon," he finally said, his voice laced with concern, "you've been feeling unwell for days now. I think we should call a healer."

She looked up at him, her expression calm, though fatigue lingered in her eyes. "It's just a stomach bug. I'm sure it will pass soon," she replied, offering a small smile in an attempt to reassure him.

But he wasn't convinced. "What if it's something more? I… I don't know what to do, sugar. I'm genuinely worried about you."

His admission hung in the air, revealing a vulnerability that was rare for him. The man who had faced countless dangers without flinching now felt helpless, overwhelmed by the uncertainty of her condition.

She reached out, taking his hand in hers, her touch a grounding force. "Theo," she said gently, "I know you're concerned, but I'm sure it's nothing serious. We'll get through this, just like we always do."

He squeezed her hand, but the fear in his heart only deepened. "What if it's not just a bug? I don't know how to help you. I don't have anyone to ask. No mother, no sister… I'm scared."

Her eyes softened at his words, a mixture of empathy and understanding crossing her features. She had always admired his strength, but she also recognized that even the strongest individuals had moments of fear. "You don't have to have all the answers," she said softly. "We'll figure it out together. I promise."

In that moment, he felt the weight of his worries begin to lift, if only slightly. "You really believe that?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"Of course," she replied, her gaze steady and reassuring. "No matter what this is, we'll face it together. Just remember, I'm here for you too."

Her words resonated within him, and he leaned closer, drawing strength from her presence. Yet, beneath her calm exterior lay a secret that neither of them could yet grasp—an unseen shift that would change everything.

As they sat together, the golden light of the afternoon wrapped around them, a warmth settled in his chest, even as the shadow of worry lingered. He knew in his heart that whatever lay ahead, they would face it side by side. And somewhere deep inside, a quiet hope flickered—perhaps this was merely a bump in the road, or perhaps it was the beginning of something far more profound.

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She started to feel much better today. The lingering fatigue and discomfort that had weighed her down for days seemed to have finally lifted. There was a newfound energy in her step, and the color had returned to her cheeks, bringing back the radiance he loved so much.

She made her way upstairs to her private wing, her mind quietly racing. The improvement in her health today had brought with it a clarity that she hadn't had before. She had a strong suspicion about what had been causing her discomfort, and though she was known for her calm demeanor, a small part of her heart fluttered with both excitement and nerves.

Once in the privacy of her room, she moved with quiet purpose. She retrieved her wand and a small bundle of herbs from a carefully organized shelf. She had always trusted her instincts, and now, they were telling her that there was something more than just a passing illness at play.

Taking a deep breath, she began the diagnostic spell with her wand, focusing all of her energy and intent. The tip of her wand glowed softly as she moved it over her abdomen, her heart pounding with anticipation. She whispered the incantation under her breath, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside her.

As the spell completed, a soft, golden light shimmered briefly around her, confirming what she had already suspected. But Luna, ever the thorough one, wanted to be certain. She turned to her herbs, selecting a few specific ones known for their potency in revealing the truth of such matters.

She brewed a quick infusion, her hands moving with practiced ease. Once it was ready, she took a small sip, closing her eyes as she waited for the herbs to take effect. When she opened her eyes again, the warmth spreading through her confirmed it—a deep, comforting warmth that radiated from within her, telling her what she already knew in her heart.

It was positive. She was pregnant.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, her hands resting lightly on her abdomen as a wave of emotion washed over her. A soft smile spread across her face, her eyes glowing with a mix of wonder and joy. This was unexpected, but it felt so right. All the strange symptoms, the unease—it had all led to this moment, a new life growing within her.

She stayed there for a few minutes, letting the realization sink in. She was going to be a mother. And Theo… he was going to be a father. Her heart swelled with love as she thought of him, of how much this would mean to him. She knew he would be both thrilled and anxious, just as he had been when he was worried about her health. But she also knew that they would navigate this new chapter in their lives together, just as they had with everything else.

With a deep breath, she stood up, her resolve firm. She was ready to share this news with him, to take this next step in their journey together. And as she made her way back downstairs to find him, the smile on her face only grew, filled with the quiet joy of a new beginning.

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Her excitement was palpable as she moved through the manor, her heart brimming with anticipation. She had spent the entire afternoon in a flurry of activity, preparing for the moment she would share the incredible news with him. This wasn't just any day—this was the day she would tell him that their family was about to grow.

Determined to make it special, she decided to prepare a grand dinner, something worthy of the occasion. She enlisted the help of the house-elves, who, though eager to assist, found themselves gently but firmly overruled by her insistence on doing much of the work herself.

"I can do it, really," she said with a smile as one of the elves tried to take a bowl of freshly prepared dough from her. "This is something I want to do."

The elves exchanged worried glances, clearly unaccustomed to seeing their mistress so adamant about taking on such tasks. They knew she had been unwell recently, and their instinct was to protect her, to keep her from overexerting herself. But Luna, with her usual serene determination, wasn't swayed.

"I promise I'll ask for help if I need it," she added, her voice calm yet firm. "But this dinner is important."

Reluctantly, the elves relented, stepping back to assist in smaller ways, though they continued to keep a watchful eye on her. She worked tirelessly, her movements graceful and sure. She prepared Theo's favorite dishes, carefully selecting each ingredient with love and care. The kitchen buzzed with activity, the rich scents of roasting meats, simmering sauces, and freshly baked bread filling the air.

But she didn't stop there. She wanted the entire manor to reflect the joy she felt inside. She spent the rest of the afternoon decorating, transforming the usually stately and reserved manor into a place of warmth and celebration. She draped garlands of ivy and flowers across the grand staircase, their fragrant blossoms filling the air with a sweet, earthy scent. Candles were placed strategically around the room, their soft glow casting a romantic ambiance that made the manor feel cozy and inviting.

By the time evening approached, the entire manor had been transformed into a haven of warmth and beauty. The dining room, in particular, was a sight to behold. The long table was set with the finest china, polished silverware gleaming under the soft candlelight. The centerpiece was a beautiful arrangement of wildflowers, carefully selected for their vibrant colors and natural beauty—a reflection of the love and life that now filled her heart.

She stepped back to admire her work, a deep sense of satisfaction and excitement washing over her. Everything was perfect. All that was left was for him to come home.

She took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation as she awaited his return. Tonight, she would share the news that would change their lives forever, and she wanted to do it in a way that showed him just how much he meant to her.

As she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly lit the final few candles and made her way to greet Theo, a bright smile on her face, ready to share the wonderful news with the man she loved.

He arrived home to find the manor transformed. The usual solemnity of the old house was gone, replaced with something almost magical. Flowers and garlands adorned the walls, their colors vivid against the dark wood paneling, and the air was rich with the mouthwatering scent of a feast prepared with care. He paused in the entryway, taking it all in, his heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

"This looks amazing, my moon," he said, his voice tinged with awe as he approached her, who was waiting for him with that serene smile that always made his heart skip a beat. "What's the occasion?"

She smile deepened, her eyes sparkling with a secret she wasn't ready to reveal just yet. "It's something special that I wanted to share with you," she said, taking his hand and leading him toward the dining room.

Dinner was nothing short of perfect. He marveled at everything—the expertly cooked dishes, the elegant table settings, and most of all, the care with which it had all been prepared. He couldn't stop complimenting her, his admiration bubbling over with each bite. 

"This is incredible, sugar," he gushed, his voice nearly breathless with admiration. "You've outdone yourself. I don't deserve this—any of this."

She smiled softly at his words, but there was a glint in her eye that suggested she was holding back something even more extraordinary. When the meal was over, she rose gracefully from her seat and gestured for him to follow her. 

Curiosity gnawing at him, he followed her to the living room, where a fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the space. The room was intimate, the perfect setting for whatever revelation she had in store. He watched her intently, his heart pounding with a strange mix of excitement and dread.

She turned to face him, her expression shifting to something more serious, though her eyes still held that mysterious light. His breath caught in his throat as he waited, feeling as though the world had narrowed to just the two of them.

"Theodore Nott," she began, her voice steady but laced with an underlying current of emotion. "I'm extremely happy to inform you that I'm expecting a baby."

For a moment, Theo froze. The words hung in the air between them, almost surreal in their weight. His mind struggled to catch up with what she had just said, his thoughts spinning in a thousand directions.

"Y-you're… what?" he stammered, his voice shaky, his usual composure completely shattered. "A baby? We… we're going to have a baby?"

All of his wet dreams come true.

She nodded, a gentle smile on her lips as she watched the realization dawn on him.

His knees nearly buckled beneath him, and he reached out, gripping the back of a nearby chair for support. "Merlin's beard, Luna," he gasped, his hand trembling as he brought it to his forehead. "A baby? You're carrying my… our child?"

His eyes filled with tears, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "I can't… I don't… I'm… I'm completely and utterly… I'm not ready for this!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. "I can't even—Luna, how am I supposed to—?"

She stepped closer, placing a calm hand on his arm. "Theodore, it's alright," she said softly, her voice steadying him in a way that nothing else could. "You don't have to be perfect. We'll figure this out together."

He looked at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and overwhelming emotion. "I just… I never thought… I've never even dreamed that I could be someone's father," he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm not good enough… I don't know how to do this…"

Her smile was warm and reassuring. "You'll learn," she said, her voice filled with quiet confidence. "And you won't be alone. We'll do this together."

Her words seemed to calm him, the storm of emotions in his chest beginning to settle. He swallowed hard, his throat tight with the weight of what she had just given him—a future he had never dared to hope for. 

"Together," he echoed, his voice still shaking but steadier now. He placed his hand over hers, their fingers intertwining. "We'll do this together."

As he gazed into her eyes, he felt a sense of purpose bloom in his chest, mingling with the overwhelming love he had always harbored for her, a love he had never been able to fully express. 

But tonight, it didn't matter that he hadn't said the words out loud. The connection between them was stronger than ever, and as they stood there, hand in hand, he knew that whatever came next, they would face it side by side. 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning light crept softly into the manor, casting a warm glow over the sleeping household. He awoke with a jolt, his heart pounding with the realization of what had transpired the night before. The revelation of her pregnancy had struck him like a lightning bolt, and now, with the dawn of a new day, he felt an overwhelming sense of change and responsibility.

He lay in bed for a few moments, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. The gravity of becoming a father had settled deep within him, igniting a fierce protectiveness and love he hadn't fully understood until now. Every thought of her and their unborn child filled him with a profound sense of purpose.

As he finally rose from bed, he was a man transformed. His usual reserved demeanor was replaced by an almost frantic energy. He couldn't get close enough to her, couldn't keep his hands off her. It was as though he was driven by an insatiable need to be near her, to touch her, to remind himself that she was real and that they were embarking on this incredible journey together.

Downstairs, he found her preparing breakfast, her movements calm and graceful despite the busy morning. His heart swelled at the sight of her, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. He approached her with a fervent urgency, placing a hand gently on her back as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. 

"Good morning, my moon," he said, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and excitement. "You look radiant today."

She turned to him, a smile on her lips. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the way he seemed almost desperate to be near her. "Good morning," she replied softly, her eyes reflecting the warmth of her own happiness. "I'm glad you're up early."

His hands lingered on her shoulders, his touch tender but insistent. "I just… I need to be close to you," he admitted, his voice hushed as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate reality of their new life. "I can't help it."

She chuckled softly, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "I'm here. You don't have to be so... intense."

"I know," he said, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I just can't help it. Everything feels so different now. I want to be near you, to make sure you're alright."

Throughout breakfast, he remained close to her, his hands finding excuses to touch her, whether it was brushing against her arm or holding her hand as they talked. He was attentive and affectionate, his eyes never straying far from her.

When she moved to tidy up the kitchen, he followed her closely, his steps matching hers as if he were afraid to let her out of his sight. He hovered nearby, offering to help with every little task, his actions infused with a newfound sense of urgency and care.

"Is there anything else I can do?" he asked repeatedly, his eyes filled with a kind of earnestness that made her smile.

She shook her head, her heart warmed by his devotion. "You're doing more than enough, Theodore. Just being here with me means so much."

His gaze softened, and he reached out to gently touch her hand. "I just want to make sure that everything is perfect for you and our baby. I want to be the best partner and father I can be."

She squeezed his hand, her own heart swelling with love. "You already are. And we'll navigate this new chapter together."

As the morning continued, he remained at her side, his every action marked by a deep, heartfelt dedication. The realization of their future together had ignited something within him—a fierce, protective love that left him unable to stay away. He was committed, more than ever, to being the best he could be for her and their child, ready to embrace the changes and challenges that lay ahead.

He found her in the kitchen again, her hands busy with preparations for lunch. A burst of affection and playful confidence surged through him as he entered the room. He approached her with a wide smile, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and mischief.

"So," he said, his voice low and teasing, "you're having my baby, are you?"

She looked up from her work, her face lighting up with a warm, knowing smile. "It seems like it, my Sun," she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Without missing a beat, he scooped her up with surprising ease, lifting her gently and setting her down on the kitchen counter. She laughed, a sound that filled the room with a sense of happiness and love. He leaned in close, his gaze locked on hers, and pressed a tender, passionate kiss to her lips.

The kiss was both affectionate and exuberant, a perfect blend of their emotions in that moment. His hands rested lightly on her waist as they embraced, his heart full of a fierce, protective love that had only grown since the night before.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, both breathing slightly unevenly but with smiles that spoke volumes. His expression was one of pure adoration, and her eyes reflected the same deep affection.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine wonder. "To have you and our baby."

Her smile widened, her heart swelling with happiness. "And I'm lucky to have you," she replied softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Luna," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

She smiled, her hand coming to rest on her belly. "I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice soft.

His hand moved to cover hers, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "I know so," he said, his eyes meeting hers.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, their bodies pressed close together. His hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire.

"I want you, my Sun," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

His cock throbbed in response, hard and ready for her. He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want you too, sugar, more than you know," he said, his voice rough.

He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth. She moaned, her body arching against his. His hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her body trembling with need.

"Theo," she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

His lips moved to her neck, his teeth nibbling gently at her skin. Her head fell back, her eyes closed in pleasure. His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her belly before slipping beneath the waistband of her knickers.

"Theo," she gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready for him.

His fingers stroked her, his touch driving her wild. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Yes, oh gods, yes," she cried out, her body trembling on the edge of release.

His fingers quickened, his thumb circling her clit. She cried out, her body convulsing in orgasm.

His cock throbbed, desperate to be inside her. He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers.

"I need you, love," he said, his voice rough.

She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "I need you too," she said, her voice husky.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. His cock pressed against her entrance, slick with her juices.

"My sun," she breathed, her body trembling with need.

He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her body arching against his. His hips pistoned, his cock driving into her again and again.

"Oh gosh, Theo," she gasped, her body trembling on the edge of release.

His fingers found her clit, his touch sending her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing in orgasm. His cock throbbed, his release filling her.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat. His lips met hers in a soft kiss, his hands cradling her face.

"I lo…Oh Luna," he whispered.

She smiled, her hand coming to rest on her belly. "I think you have a pregnancy kink," she said, her voice soft.