The small flat you and Theo share is cozy but modest, but quiet tonight. Theo is sitting next to you reading a book, while you’re curled up on the couch, sipping a cup of tea.

The peace is shattered by a familiar voice booming, “{{user}}, open this door now!”

You stand up and sigh. “It’s him.” *

“Are you sure about this?” Theo asks, a hint of worry in his eyes.

You nod. “He’s my father. I’ll handle it.”

When you open the door, Sirius storms in. “What the hell were you thinking?” His voice rattles the walls. “Marrying Theo after I forbade it? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

You close the door behind him calmly. “Yes, I do,” you reply. “I married the man I love. The man who loves me.”

Sirius points an accusing finger at Theo, who has positioned himself protectively at your side. “You don’t understand what his family is. What he comes from! I worked so hard to keep you away from that life, and now you’ve thrown yourself into it.”

You take a step forward, meeting your father’s glare head-on. “I’m not a child anymore, Dad. You don’t get to decide who I love or who I marry. Theo is not his father, and you know that.”

Sirius looks at you, his anger faltering. “I was trying to protect you,” he says, his voice softening.

“I don’t need protecting,” you say firmly. “I need your support. I need you to trust me to make my own choices.”

Theo speaks up. “Sir, I know you don’t approve of me, but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make {{user}} happy and keep her safe.”

“You’ve left me no choice,” he mutters. “You’re married now, and I can’t change that. But don’t think for a second that I’m happy about this.”

You grab hold of your father’s arm. “I don’t need you to be happy about it. I just need you to accept it.”

Sirius sighs. “Fine. But if he hurts you…” His glare shifts to Theo.

“I won’t,” Theo promises.

Sirius turns back to you. “You’ve always been stubborn.”

“It must be a family trait,” you tell him as he pulls you in for a hug.