All the characters except for new ones, are J.k Rowling
He could hear his wife's nieces and nephews playing outside his study window. It was giving him a headache.
"Rowena!" he shouted, not standing up from his desk. His study door opened and his wife stuck her head in.
"What is it, Severus?" she asked. She looked slightly annoyed; like she had been doing something else that was more important. She was beautiful; someone you would never expect to be interested in the infamous Hogwart's potion master. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun and she wore a red tee shirt and blue jeans. She had been a Gryffindor, but a pureblood, so she had been slightly accepted.
"Can you please try to quiet those little beasts down?" he muttered, massaging the bridge of his nose. She nodded and closed the door as she left him to his work. He, soon, heard her out in the yard ordering them to quiet down.
"Your uncle is trying to work." She explained, as she headed back inside. He cringed at the realization of being related to the brats. He took a deep breath as he returned to his potions lessons for the upcoming year, which was two months away, but he wanted to get it finished, so he could spend time with his wife..
He worked for three more hours, until he started growing dark outside. He placed all his papers in his bag, and then walked out into the hallway. It was quiet, too quiet. He walked down the flight of stairs to the foyer. There were toys everywhere. He grumbled as he kneeled down and picked up a stuffed dragon.
"That's Lizzie's." his wife said, who was standing behind him.
"Where are they?" he asked, dropping it back onto the floor.
"They went home, about an hour ago." She replied, walking over and hugging him around the neck. He hugged her back and then let go.
"I apologize if they bothered you. But I promised my sister that I would watch them." She said, kissing him on the cheek.
"It's alright, my dear. But next time, make sure I won't be here when the little brats are." He replied, walking to the kitchen. She followed after him.
"They are not that bad, Severus. If you just got to know them." She said. He was already sitting at the table. She heard him grumble under his breath.
She could never understand why he hated children to such an existent, of not wanting anything to do with them.
"I'm so glad we decided not to have our own little ankle bitters." He muttered, picking up the Daily Prophet. She turned on the water, to fill up the sink.
"Severus, I've been thinking about that." She replied, as she sat down opposite of him. He looked up at her, one eyebrow cocked; he was already frowning.
"Why?" he asked, laying the paper down. She fiddled her fingers as she thought about what to say next.
"Rowena?" he said again. She took a deep breath as she decided on the words.
"Well, what's wrong with having just one child?" she muttered, scared to look him in the eyes.
"Rowena, we talked about this. We decided before we were married that a child would just strain our relationship." He said.
"I know, Severus. I thought I wouldn't mind not having children. But ever since I started watching Lisa's children, it's become unbearable." She explained, reaching for his hand. He pulled away. She could tell he was becoming angry.
"Rowena, no. We agreed on this." He snapped, standing up and walking to the window.
"No, Severus. You decided, you didn't give me the chance to voice my opinion." She snapped back.
"Well. It's over and done with." He muttered, sitting back down and picking up the paper. She snatched it from him.
"What is wrong with you?" he snarled, standing back up and knocking his chair to the floor.
"We're not done talking, Severus." She yelled, standing up as well. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Alright, Rowena. If you're so determined to voice your opinion, go one and voice it." He said, his voice becoming icy calm. She had started to cry softly. She sat back down and cried into her hands.
"I'm sorry, Severus. But I can't do this. We're not on the same page. I want a family, Severus, and you don't." She sobbed.
"I thought you and I were a family." He replied, taking her hand and rubbing him gently.
"I want a child, Severus. I need a child." She cried, looking up at him. He shook his head.
"Well, if we can't agree on this. I don't think we can stay together." She snapped, standing up and wiping her face.
"What are you saying?" he asked, standing up.
"I'm going to leave you and then you wouldn't have to put up with the little brats and I can go find a husband who wants a child as much as I do." She informed. She walked out of the kitchen; he followed after her.
"You can't leave me." He shouted, as she walked up the stairs. She turned and glared at him.
"Don't you dare tell me what can or can't do!" she growled, disappearing at the top of the stairs. He ran up the stairs after her.
"Please, Rowena. Let's talk about this." He said, walking into their bedroom. She sat down on the edge of bed and looked at the wall.
"All I've ever wanted was to be a mother." She muttered, not looking at him. He bowed his head.
"You never told me that." He said. She smirked and nodded her head.
"Because I knew you didn't want children. But I love you so much." She cried.
He sat down beside her and rubbed her back. She leaned against him and hugged him around the neck.
"I love you, too." He said, stroking her hair softly. She sobbed on his shoulder as he held her.
"It's just that with you gone, this house gets pretty lonely." She explained, wiping her eyes. He caressed her cheek and kissed her on the forehead.
"We can have one child. If you promise not to leave." He suggested, cupping her face in his hands. She nodded and, suddenly, kissed him on the lips.