God, he couldn't deal with this right now.

There Theodore was, standing in the middle of your kitchen, watching as you and your mom iced some cupcakes.

Since Christmas was coming up you had offered your boyfriend to stay with you and your family for the holidays. Theodore had never met your family before, and despite how him and your Father seemed to have gotten on better than he expected, he had never realised how deep it would hit him to meet your mother.

He had never actually met a muggle who was married to a pure blood before, and in the least offensive way possible he had never expected muggles to be so... Calm about magic existing. That wasn't what was weighing on his mind though. No, all he could think about was how so damn happy you seemed to be around your mom. He hadn't seen, especially not felt, that type of happiness for years. Not since his mother had taken her life when she was eight. Oh god, even thinking about it now made him want to bury himself in a hole and never come out again, but then his father would probably just tell him to 'Stop being a baby.'

"Hi." He whispered in a soft tone as he came up to stand behind you, his arms carefully finding their way to slither around your waist. He was being soft, quiet, which is the only way he knew how to be vulnerable around you. "Can I help?" He murmured, tipping his chin in the direction of the home made cupcakes before letting out a small huff.

You could always tell when something was up with him. Half the time he was smoking out the back, but she knew that whenever he was thinking of his mom he got clingy. Like, real clingy.

"please?" He sighed, burying his head in her neck.