#untiltheendstarter

Bulgaria, France, Spain, South Africa, then, finally back home. He had been away too long and despised it. Feeling as though he was missing nearly everything. Everything new Oliver got to experience, he didn’t witness, every moment Adonia had with the shoppe, he lost. Declan was beginning to wonder after two years with Puddlemere if it was all worth it in the end. His dream had always been to play Quidditch professionally, but now it was to raise his family. 

Kicking off his shoes their cottage smelled of home. He smiled, a thick collection of beard on his cheeks and chin. He wondered if he’d be greeted with malice or kindness after his time away. But all his thoughts left the moment he saw his perfect wife in their kitchen. 

Three years ago had you told him he would be married with a son he’d thought you were crazy. Two years, had you told him Adonia could cook...well, you would have to be mad. Walking up behind her he placed his arms around her from behind pressing his face to her neck and littering it with kisses along her shoulder. Holding her close he smiled to her skin, “Hello my love..”