Barty simply couldn't believe it. It was all fake. It must've been. Because how else would he be able to get himself the perfect woman standing right now in front of him.

He saw your smooth, bare back with gentle freckles adoring it and a piece of your face in the mirror. Your gentle hands brushing through your long, hair slowly...

"Mrs. Crouch..."

He sighed lovingly from the bed where he was lying naked still with a wide grin. Nearly melting at the mere sight of you or just a thought.