"Written by a muggle?" He pressed his hand flat on her stomach and moved around to her waist. "My mother keeps an entire bookshelf of romance novels, enchanted to be some mundane ancient wizard texts." He propped himself up on one elbow to reach and tuck a stray curl behind her ear.  "But you know what? My father uncovered them years ago but never confronted her about them. That’s the only thing that reminds me they may actually love each other." 