SUN & MOON

Life with a newborn proved to be a challenging yet rewarding journey for Theo and Luna. Each day brought new experiences and unexpected hurdles. The nights were often long, with Lysander waking up frequently, demanding attention with his tiny yet insistent cries. Theo, ever the vigilant father, would leap out of bed at the slightest whimper, his instincts on high alert. Luna, despite her exhaustion, found joy in these quiet, tender moments, where she would cradle Lysander in her arms, humming soft lullabies that seemed to soothe both mother and child.

The household adjusted to the rhythm of Lysander's needs. The elves flitted about quietly, ensuring that everything ran smoothly without disturbing the precious calm that settled during Lysander's naps. Pansy and Neville frequently dropped by, their visits bringing laughter and much-needed breaks for the new parents. Even Lady Lemongrass, the once unwanted pug, had become an integral part of their family dynamic, often found curled up protectively near the crib.

Despite the exhaustion and the occasional moments of overwhelm, Theo and Luna embraced this new chapter of their lives with open hearts. They navigated the challenges together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The love that surrounded their little family made even the toughest moments worth it, as they watched their son grow and thrive, knowing that they were building a beautiful life together.

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He found himself in the quiet of the nursery, the soft glow of a night light casting shadows on the walls. He stared down at Lysander, who was happily gurgling on the changing table. Luna was out for a much-deserved girl's night with Pansy and Ginny, leaving Theo to face his first solo diaper-changing mission.

"Alright, little love," he muttered, taking a deep breath. "We can do this."

He approached the task with the same determination he brought to his work. Unsnapping the onesie, he carefully peeled back the diaper tabs, only to be hit by a smell that made him momentarily reconsider his life choices.

"Merlin's beard," Theo exclaimed, his eyes watering. "What did you do, my boy?"

Lysander's only response was a toothless grin and a giggle, as if he knew his dad was out of his element. Gritting his teeth, Theo steeled himself and grabbed the wipes.

With an awkward shuffle, he managed to clean up the mess, though not without a few mishaps. A misplaced wipe here, a near-escape there – it was a dance of inexperience. Lysander, for his part, seemed thoroughly amused by the whole ordeal, his tiny feet kicking in the air.

"Hold still, will you?" he pleaded, his voice filled with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "I'm trying my best here."

After what felt like an eternity, Theo finally secured the fresh diaper and snapped the onesie back into place. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied nod.

"There we go, good as new," he said proudly, lifting Lysander into his arms. "We did it, pumpkin."

As he settled into the rocking chair, cradling his son close, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. It might have been a small victory, but it was a step towards becoming the father he wanted to be. And when Luna returned, she would find her two boys perfectly content, having conquered their first father-son diaper-changing adventure.

Luna returned after midnight, the moonlight casting a soft glow as she entered their home. She found Theo pacing in the living room, his face a mixture of relief and anxiety. As soon as he saw her, his tense expression softened into a smile.

"My love, did you have a good time?" he asked, his voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy as she kicked off her shoes and ran towards him. She leaped into his arms, wrapping herself around him in a warm embrace. "It was so much fun! We laughed, talked, and even danced a little. It was exactly what I needed."

He held her close, the tension in his shoulders easing as he felt her happiness. "I'm glad," he murmured into her hair, his arms tightening around her. "I was worried about being left alone with Lysander."

Luna pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, her expression softening. "You did great, I'm sure. Lysander's lucky to have you as his dad."

He smiled, his worries melting away in the warmth of her gaze. "I might have survived my first solo diaper change," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "But I'm much happier now that you're home."

Luna leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "We're a team, my Moon. Together, we can handle anything."

Her kisses trailed down his neck, her touch both tender and insistent. Theo felt the warmth of her affection but also the weight of her inebriation. 

"My love, you are drunk," he said softly, his voice tinged with concern.

"And?" she replied, her breath warm against his skin as she nuzzled closer.

He gently pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders to look into her eyes. "My moon, you need to rest a bit. It's been a long night."

"But I want you," Luna murmured, her voice full of longing. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against his ear.

His cock stiffened at his wife's words. He had always loved going down on her, loved the way she tasted, the way she moaned and writhed beneath his touch. He nodded eagerly, his hands already reaching for the button on her dress.

Luna stood up, allowing him to pull her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside as she climbed onto the couch, straddling Theo's face. "Taste me, my love," she commanded, her voice already husky with desire. "Lick me and make me cum."

He didn't need any further encouragement. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her wetness. She was already soaking wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light of the room. He licked her again, savoring the taste of her, the softness of her skin against his tongue.

She moaned, her hips bucking as his tongue explored her cunt. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

"Yes, baby, just like that," she moaned, her voice getting louder with each passing moment. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

He could feel Luna's muscles clenching around his tongue as she got closer to her orgasm. He sucked harder, his fingers slipping inside her pussy as he fucked her with his hand.

Her moans turned into cries of pleasure as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her body.

When Luna had finally come down from her high, she climbed off his face, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was phenomenal, love," she said, her voice still husky with desire. "You always know how to make me cum so hard."

Theo grinned, his own cock still rock hard in his pants. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my moon," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Can I fuck you now?"

She shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "No, not yet," she said, her fingers already working at the buttons on Theo's pants. "First, I want to taste you."

His breath hitched as she pulled his cock out of his pants, her lips wrapping around the tip of his shaft. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his cock as she took him deeper and deeper.

Theo moaned, his hands instinctively reaching for her silky hair as she sucked him off. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Luna's mouth worked its magic on his cock.

"Doll, fuck, I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure.

She didn't stop, her mouth still wrapped around his cock as he came, his hot load filling her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, her tongue still swirling around his cock as he came down from his high.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fiery connection that neither of them had ever experienced before. Their hands roamed hungrily over each other's bodies, exploring and discovering newfound desires.

"You are exquisite," he whispered against her flushed skin, his lips trailing a scorching path down her neck. She gasped softly, her fingers tangling in his silken hair.

"Take me," she pleaded, her voice husky with desire. "I want you."

His fingers danced over her curves, savoring the feel of her smooth, satiny skin. "Merlin, you are so beautiful," he groaned, his erection throbbing with need.

She arched her back, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. "Please, Sunny," she begged, her hands gripping his powerful shoulders. "I need to feel you inside me."

He obliged her request, positioning himself between her thighs. Their eyes locked, and they shared a heated, sultry stare as he slowly slid his swollen cock inside her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, Gods," she moaned, her fingers digging into his muscular back. "You feel so good."

You're so fucking tight, my love," he growled, his hips pistoning against her with increasing urgency. "I could fuck you forever."

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythmic slapping of their flesh punctuated by ragged gasps and soft moans of pleasure. Theo's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hard, sensitive nipples.

"Yes, play with them," she encouraged him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Squeeze them harder."

He obliged her request, because he was a good boy, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he continued to thrust into her. Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate attempt to draw out the exquisite sensations.

"I want to taste you, love," she panted, her eyes glazed with lust. "Please, come for me."

Her words seemed to unleash a primal fury within him, and his thrusts grew even more forceful and demanding. Her fingernails bit into the grass as she felt the waves of an impending orgasm crash over her.

"Fuuuck, you feel so good," Theo groaned, his breathing ragged and labored. "I'm going to cum so hard for you, my moon."

His words sent her spiraling over the edge of ecstasy, and her entire body convulsed in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm. As her cunt clamped down around his cock, he could no longer contain himself.

With a deep, guttural groan, he plunged into her one final time, his cock pulsing and spasming as it released a seemingly endless torrent of hot, sticky cum deep inside her quivering pussy.

They lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies glistening with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison. She traced her fingers lazily over his chest, taking in the sight of his spent body with a sated, contented smile on her lips.

"That was incredible," she whispered, nuzzling her face against his neck. "I never knew that drunk making love could be like that."

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and replied, "Neither did I, my love. 

With that, they shared another passionate, lingering kiss, their hearts and souls forever bound by the intoxicating allure of their boundless desire.

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Theo quickly learned that fatherhood wasn't just about feeding and rocking Lysander to sleep. It was about all the little moments in between. Changing nappies at two in the morning, singing lullabies off-key as Lysander stared up at him, his tiny fist curled around Theo's finger. It was about the way Lysander would calm as soon as Theo held him, how his son would snuggle against his chest, seeking the warmth and comfort only his father could give.

One afternoon, when Lysander was about three months old, Theo had taken him for a walk around the garden. It had become their little routine—something to give Luna a break and allow him time with his son. He carried Lysander in a sling, the baby's small head resting against his chest as they walked among the flowers and trees.

As they wandered through the quiet paths, Theo found himself talking to Lysander, telling him stories about the plants and creatures they passed, even though he knew Lysander couldn't understand yet.

"And this," he said, stopping in front of a patch of wildflowers, "is where your mum once insisted we plant moonflowers. She said they would bloom in the night, just like you, my little moonbeam."

Lysander made a soft gurgling sound, and Theo smiled, gently bouncing him as they continued their walk.

"You're going to grow up with so much love," he continued, his voice soft as he walked. "Your mum and I... we're going to make sure of that. You'll never have to wonder if you're enough, because you are. You're everything."

It was moments like this, quiet and intimate, that made him realize how much he had changed. How much fatherhood had changed him. He wasn't just Theo Nott, the Slytherin, the dark wizard from a dark family. He was Lysander's father, and that meant more to him than anything.

He couldn't help himself—he was utterly captivated by his new life as a father and husband. He found every conversation veering toward Lysander, his voice filled with pride as he recounted the smallest details, like the way Lysander's eyes lit up when he saw his favorite toy or how his laugh could brighten even the darkest day. Theo spoke about Luna with equal fervor, describing her as the love of his life, his guiding light, and the one person who had made him believe in happiness.

It had become such a routine that even mundane trips to the market became an opportunity for him to gush about his family. He even accompanied Luna on errands, not because he particularly enjoyed shopping, but because he couldn't resist the chance to show off. Whether it was talking to the vendors about her brilliance or casually mentioning to passersby how Lysander had just started saying his first words, Theo reveled in every moment.

"Have I told you about my son?" He would say with a wide grin to anyone who'd listen, his excitement spilling over. "And Luna... she's the most amazing mother. You wouldn't believe how effortlessly she makes everything look."

Luna, with her usual warm smile, would often laugh softly at his enthusiasm, gently nudging him as they walked through the market. But she never stopped him. She loved the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke of their little family, and it filled her heart to see how proud he was of them.

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Theo burst into Draco's study, cradling Lysander in his arms, his face lit up with excitement. He didn't wait for an invitation to speak.

"Draco, look!" he exclaimed, as if he'd just discovered something monumental. "One tiny tooth! Can you see it? Right there!"

Draco, sitting behind his desk, raised an eyebrow, already exasperated by Theo's intrusion. "I am looking, Theodore," he replied dryly, leaning back in his chair with his usual cool demeanor.

But he was relentless. "No, no, you're not getting it. You need to see it up close," he insisted, pushing Lysander closer. "GRANGER! Get in here!"

Draco shot him a dangerous glare. "Do not ever order my wife around again," he warned, his voice low and filled with menace.

Hermione appeared at the door, hurrying in at his summons, a mixture of amusement and curiosity on her face. "What's all the fuss about?" she asked, walking over to where Theo was holding up Lysander as if he were presenting a prized trophy.

"Look, Granger," he said, grinning like a proud father showing off a masterpiece. "He's teething! See? Right there!"

Hermione leaned in, trying her best to humor his excitement. "That's wonderful, Theo. Quite exciting," she said, her tone soft but genuine, clearly trying not to laugh at how over-the-top he was being.

Draco, despite his earlier irritation, couldn't resist. He reached out and gently took Lysander from Theo's arms, cradling the baby against his chest as he planted a soft kiss on the chubby cheek. "This little prince is growing too fast," Draco said, his voice softening as he gazed down at Lysander with something like affection, though he'd never admit it out loud.

Hermione bent down, peering closer at Lysander's tiny new tooth, which had finally broken through the gum. "Oh, little pumpkin," she cooed, her face lighting up. "You're the prettiest boy ever."

He beamed with pride, his excitement undeterred. "Isn't he? He's perfect," he said, already thinking of how he'd brag about this next—likely to the entire world if he could.

Draco handed Lysander back to Theo with a smirk. "Well, I suppose if he's going to grow up with you as a father, someone will need to make sure he doesn't become too unbearable," he teased, though there was a hint of fondness in his tone.

He just grinned, unfazed. "That's what Luna's for."

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Theo had a habit of barging into people's homes uninvited, especially when it came to showing off his son. Today was no exception as he pushed open the door to Blaise and Ginny's living room, his face flushed with concern, cradling Lysander in his arms.

"Ginerva! Look at this!" Theo practically shouted, his voice filled with panic as he presented Lysander. "He's got a scrape on his knee! His knees! Can you believe it?"

Ginny, seated comfortably with a book in hand, barely raised an eyebrow. She glanced at the small scrape and smiled. "Theo, he's crawling around on the floor. It's bound to happen. It's just a little accident, nothing to worry about."

But Theo was not having it. His brow furrowed as if he couldn't believe Ginny's calm demeanor. "No, no. Something must have happened. Maybe he hit something, or—or someone didn't see him crawling and—"

Blaise, lounging on the couch, sipped his drink and chuckled. "Nothing happened, Theo," he said in his usual smooth tone. He stretched his arm out to give his godson a playful pat on the back. "Look at him. He's strong as ever. A scrape on the knee is nothing for a little warrior like him."

Theo looked at Blaise with a mixture of skepticism and exasperation, still holding onto his worry. "You don't think it's serious?" he asked, his tone betraying the fact that he was still mentally spiraling.

Ginny got up from her chair, gently placing a hand on Theo's shoulder. "He's fine, Theo. Babies get scrapes all the time. It's part of growing up."

Blaise smirked at Theo's overprotectiveness, giving Lysander an affectionate nudge. "Trust me, Theo, you're going to have to get used to it. Wait till he's running around—scrapes are going to be the least of your worries."

Theo sighed, clearly unconvinced but willing to relent for the moment. "Fine. But just so you know," he said, eyeing Blaise and Ginny as though they were co-conspirators, "if anything else happens, I'm coming straight back here."

Blaise rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "You do that, mate. But next time, bring a bottle of wine, will you? If we're going to deal with your dramatics, we might as well make a night of it."

Ginny chuckled softly, patting Theo on the back as she returned to her seat. "You're a good dad, Theo. But relax—Lysander's tougher than you think."

Theo, still holding his son close, finally allowed a small smile to creep onto his face. "Alright, alright. But don't say I didn't warn you if something else happens!"

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He was starting to drive Pansy absolutely mad. Every time she popped over for her usual gossip sessions, he would interrupt with some new concern about Lysander. Today, she was trying to chat about her upcoming dinner party, but Theo was pacing around, cradling Lysander as if the world was ending.

"Theodore," Pansy finally snapped, rolling her eyes as she fixed him with a death glare. "I swear, if you don't stop this nonsense, I'm going to choke you. I'm this close."

Theo, completely unfazed by the threat, turned to her with wide, anxious eyes. "But Pansy, you don't understand. His tummy aches! They're terrible. He's been fussing all day!"

Luna, sitting on the couch with her usual serene smile, gently shook her head. "My love, nothing is wrong with him. Babies get fussy sometimes. It's normal."

But he wasn't convinced. He sighed dramatically, continuing to bounce Lysander up and down as if that would somehow ease his anxiety. "What if it's something serious?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "What if—"

Pansy cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand, her tone half-exasperated, half-amused. "Theodore, for Merlin's sake, get some anxiety potions or something. You're driving me up the wall. You're unbearable when you're like this."

Luna's laughter was soft and melodic, and she gave Theo a loving smile. "Unfortunately, she's right, my love. You do worry for no reason sometimes. Lysander is perfectly fine."

He stopped in his tracks, blinking between Pansy and Luna like a child caught between two stern mothers. He looked down at Lysander, who was peacefully napping in his arms despite all the fuss. "You think so?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. "I know so. Now let me finish telling Luna about my dinner party plans, or I really will strangle you."

He let out a long sigh, finally sitting down on the arm of the chair, still holding Lysander as if he were made of glass. "Fine, fine. But if his tummy aches again, I'm taking him straight to St. Mungo's."

Luna reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "No need for St. Mungo's, my sunshine. He's just fine. Now relax and let Pansy gossip in peace."

Pansy smirked, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. "Finally. Now, where was I? Ah, yes—about the scandal at the Ministry last week..."