Time seemed to still when you were with your husband and daughter. A perfect trilogy.

Paisley was two. She had been brought home the warm April of 1981, the warm light cast down over her face as you held her in your arms for the first time.

Despite the toils of parenthood, everything seemed to be perfect. Severus didn’t know how to be a father- after all, he’d grown up with an awful muggle father. However, he had been using Tobias’ flaws to work out how to correctly go about this.

He was gentle with Paisley, treated her like a little princess. You were the moon, she was the sun, and he was the stars.

When the fridge had emptied of food, you had to leave Severus and your daughter to go get more. Obviously, you didn’t want to do that- you were perfectly happy sitting watching your daughter make ‘tea’ in plastic cups for you and Severus.

As you expected, the shopping was boring and tedious. Pushing the door open, you called out, receiving no reply.

You carefully placed down the shopping bags, only to see Severus and Paisley asleep on the couch. Their breathing soft, the light of the sun beaming down through the blinds. It was pure. Perfect.