Happy birthday to the wonderful @cherrydore :) as requested, here is an Albus-y snippet for you, hope you’re having a lovely day!💕🎊✨
Luckily, it didn’t take Scorpius long to change from his green Healer robes into the clothes Albus had brought him from home. He emerged with a shrewd expression on his face.
“You picked these jeans on purpose. They’re a tiny bit small.” He had a huge grin on his face.
Albus was openly staring at his husband and he smirked. “Yep.” He ran his hands up and down Scorpius’ arms. “And this jumper. You’re so soft and cuddly when you wear this.”
“One of us has to be soft and cuddly.” Scorpius poked at his all black ensemble. “This is… dark.”
“I’m wearing the shoes!” Albus protested, wiggling one of his feet out in front of him.
“You look as handsome as ever, love.” Scorpius pulled him into his chest and Albus breathed in the scent of home; Scorpius’ scent. “Shall we? Without wanting to sound dramatic, I’ve never been more starving.” He still had that overly large grin on his face, Albus noticed.
“No, you’re never dramatic,” Albus bumped his shoulder into Scorpius’ side as he took his hand.
The Italian restaurant they favoured was moderately busy, even for a Friday evening, but a waiter showed them to a table for two and flicked his wand so their water glasses filled instantly. Scorpius toyed with the wine list then slid it in Albus’ direction.
“I’ll fall asleep if I drink,” he chuckled heartily. “But you go ahead.”
“Nah, I’m good.” Albus took a large sip of water and turned to the main menu instead, glancing up at Scorpius. “They’ve got that braised asparagus you like back in season.”
Scorpius was buried in his own menu. Albus wondered when he was going to mention what was clearly bothering him, if it was just general work stress or something more specific. He tangled his feet with Scorpius’ under the table in what he hoped was an encouraging way.
Scorpius sighed and Albus waited with baited breath. “Do you want to split a few things? I like too much of this menu.”
“Of course, babe.” Albus knew exactly which few things Scorpius meant; he was a creature of habit and chose from the same favourites each time.
There was a pause, Scorpius smiled to himself and Albus gently rubbed his forearm where it rested in the table top. “Do you want to talk about work?” he offered gently.
- I Knew It All Along, chapter 3











