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The year hadn’t started off the way Donovan had expected it to, seeing how his wife decided to drop the bombshell that she was carrying their second child on Christmas Day, and then proceeded to treat him as though he had infected her with some terrible ailment. He had endured weeks of the silent treatment at home, his blonde counterpart angry with him for the child that was growing inside her belly. The idea of her being upset with him over something that was supposed to be a blessing, especially after everything they had been through, was most upsetting, and for a while he found himself growing angry with her. She was normally so rational; she was being petty, as far as he was concerned, and it didn’t take very long for him to stop making attempts to communicate. They co-existed under the same roof, and they were civil enough towards each other for their son’s sake. He tried blaming it all on the hormones, though he was wise enough to not tell her as much.

Thankfully this didn’t last for very long, the space between them as they slept getting smaller and smaller until she was finally looking to curl up against him for comfort and warmth, just as she always had. He welcomed her with open arms, and they seemed to have come to a nonverbal agreement to not talk about their feud. He knew she hadn’t had the best pregnancy with Cole, and that she had been miserable the entire time, but after 9 months of misery, they had a beautiful son to show for it.

Donovan wanted to make sure that Valentine’s Day was special, after everything. He had found a sitter for their aforementioned bundle of joy, and had taken her out to dinner before they went to Hogsmeade. When they got home their room would be filled with champagne colored roses, but for the time being he walked by her side as they took in the sights, only parting with her when she broke away to use the ladies room. While she was gone, he paid for a few quality chocolates, spotting her in the crowd before she found him. He approached her from behind, his hand touching her waist to get her attention, waiting for her to turn around.

“I got you something,” he said, offering the chocolate that was in his other hand. “I risked being bathed in glitter for it.” He said with a smirk, only partially joking. “I do hope it was worth it.”