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Theodore’s hands smoothed over the blanket laying across the counter in front of him. You couldn’t see the magic that imbued it, but he could sense it. Mild cheering charm, calming charm, small things that would soothe the small upsets without hiding larger problems. Yes, it would be the perfect gift for his soon-to-arrive nephew. The newest Nott, and the new heir of the House.
He did not resent the latter, no. He’d never wished to be heir, and it would be a load off his shoulders to know the line was secured. No, his resentment lay directly elsewhere.
It lay in the bed his brother shared with Daphne. It lay in the beautiful roundness of her belly, and the tiny feet that kicked. It lay in the fact that his brother had stolen his school sweetheart and married her, and how he had to smile at them as if he didn’t care, and that it didn’t hurt.
And with how he knew that the moment his nephew was born, Theo would look at the baby and imagine he was his. And every time he did so, his heart would break yet again.
He paid for the blanket and smiled at the clerk, having her wrap it as well. Yes, Daphne would love it.