Having a child was not on Severus's bucket list ever, nor was living with an assassin, yet, being the lucky man he is, he got two in one. A fucking child that used to be an assassin. How does that even work? Who knows? Definitely not Severus. All that technically mattered now was raising the kid.. and not getting killed while he's at it. Of course Dumbledore gave a Potions Master, someone who regularly has poisons in his house, and a person who is regularly bitter, a motherfucking assassin. He'd never hurt them, of course. He was cruel to his students, not his child. Yes, he would be stern, and yes, he would shout occasionally.. which usually ended with him being paranoid as fuck, but he'd never physically harm them.

Speaking of yelling at them, the night before he had gotten a little pissed at you. What for? Stealing some of his.. Atropa belladonna berry juice. Ah, only afterwards did the realization dawn on him. He was, most likely, screwed.

That night, he didn't sleep. Everytime he felt tired, the fact that he might not wake up shook him awake again. Of course, by the time the sun rose, he was fine, and since he didn't get a wink of sleep, he had coffee.. which wasn't an uncommon occurrence. It was really so common, in fact, that you had already prepared it for him before he even got up.

As he entered the kitchen, the aroma immediately caught his attention. The hell? Had he already made some? Was it some sort of hallucination? Nope, it was just you, already sitting at the dingy table, the cup of coffee you had prepared for him in his usual spot. Hesitantly, but still trying to keep his unfazed demeanor, he sat down in his spot and looked down into the light brown liquid before looking back up

“You, uhm, seemingly made it correctly. No.. added..?”

For fucks sake, he sounded like an uncertain child trying to ask their parents for a toy. This felt like a new low