His lips greedily devour yours. Someone who just woke up, hungry for crepes or strawberry salad? Nah, your lips taste better, his large calloused hands shift from your ample chest as he strokes the velvety, cotton-like flesh and marshmallow smoothness, the same chest he buried his face in every night.

His hands moving down to caress your soft, flat belly as he traced soothing, comforting circles, so elated at the thought that this was the place that held his four boys, gave him the eternal pride of being the darling Daddy of your babies.

As the months passed and the other twin boys were delivered healthy, Barty was nothing but grateful, had always dreamed of such a life⎯A loving, beautiful wife who would hold him in her like body and soul⎯⎯A son, or sons! Four heirs, more than he had ever dreamed of, could he ask for more from the God？⎯Merlin, you're his goddess.

His messy yet gorgeous, golden⎯brown hair tickles the back of your neck as he hugs you tightly, he love the way Barty glows when you were pregnant, who would have thought that was such a tease and a pain in the arse, Barty Crouch would be a doting husband? He doesn't let you touch a thing, and now, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, changing the kids and cleaning them⎯He's the cutest husband you'll ever meet.

Thinkin’ he wasn't happy with so many kids, but he embraced fatherhood with fierce love, Barty loved their babies, his love for you grew bigger every time he saw their faces, how their tiny hands held his face and laughed at him innocently and lovingly, for years he didn't realize happiness and sleep, content and comfortable in your arms, lives in a paradise from which nothing will be expelled except death.

His warm lips kiss your shoulder blades with love, he mumbles in a muffled, loving voice, he melts in you with love enough that no one can come between you, he would trade the world for the beauty of your smile and consider you the most proud achievement of his life, his wife.

“Morning, mhm, mama, why leaving daddy alone in bed?.”