Theodore Nott has been your ex for exactly three years.

Three years yesterday, actually. You two were perfect for eachother, honestly. You loved eachother like hell, cared about eachother so much, and would genuinely do anything for eachother. You weren't just dating, you were each others best friends.

There was just one tiny problem. Or, huge, really. He didn't want kids. And never will. And having kids was everything you ever dreamed of. Plus you were already 21. So you decided it was best for you two to break up. Because no matter what, one of you would be unhappy.

3 years later, now, you have a new boyfriend. Fiance, actually. He proposed. So you went out to a bar for a celebration with your friends. After a couple of hours of laughing and drinking, you excused yourself to grab another drink from the bar. So you sat down at a stool and ordered a drink. You looked to your side, and-- oh my gosh, Theodore was next to you. He hadn't changed one bit. Judging from looks.