• 1-Never Too Much
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The last year had been a lovely blur, thought Luna, as she sat watching Gabe zoom back and forth across the yard on his toy broom. The summer sun felt wonderful as it beamed across the porch, her feet coming into contact with the sun’s toasty rays each time she swung forward; the forward motion shooting her just past the porch’s overhang. A walk around the yard to soak up some sun sounded divine. She had grown far too pale being cloistered for three entire months, but she knew that Severus would skin her half alive if she left the porch without a full-strength sun blocking charm and a sunhat. Yet, as nice as a walk around the grounds sounded, she really didn’t feel like moving. The baby in her belly seemed to agree, as she was treated to a soft flutter, like butterfly kisses. Luna smiled.

She was nearly five months and only just starting to show. Severus hated her for it, as he had begun protruding within the first three months of both his pregnancies. Luna’s belly had only just begun to round, curving her figure even more and making her ass rather plumper, much to Harry’s satisfaction. Still, as disgruntled as Severus liked to appear to be about the “sickeningly fit state of her body”—as he lovingly put it—it was Severus who each night ensured that she took her prenatal potion, which he brewed, and that she ate a perfectly nutritional diet—whether she wanted to or not. Little did Severus know that Gabe would sneak Luna cookies and ice mice when his back was turned. Thank the gods for children.

No one had expected Harry to go into seclusion after getting Luna pregnant, but that is precisely what happened. For the first three months of her pregnancy Luna had not been allowed out of Harry’s sight, and most of that was spent in their shared bedchambers making love. She became pregnant during her first breeding cycle as Harry’s new sub. Those three days marked the first and only time Severus had been excluded from their lovemaking. The older wizard had taken the exclusion in stride. He simply firecalled the Burrow and then took the boys for a long weekend at their Grandma Molly’s, explaining in hushed tones to the redheaded matriarch what was taking place. Molly had just beamed, excited beyond words about the prospect of another grandchild being created. When Severus and the boys returned, breeding was complete and Luna was most certainly pregnant. In a child’s way, free of tact or verbal filters, Gabe shouted immediately upon seeing Luna that she smelled different. That was the first clue and no mediwitch’s scan could have been more accurate. Harry just smiled proudly and gave Severus a knowing wink. Severus immediately gathered her up into a tight hug, whispering, “Congratulations. He or she will be as beautiful as you.”

It’s funny where life takes us, Luna mused, laughing as Gabe did his own version of the Wronski Feint. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined herself part of a triad. Yet, here she was, and happier than she could ever recall being. She gazed out upon her surroundings, basking in the warmth of the summer sun. She, along with Gabe, had been “kicked out” of the house while the two men prepared an early dinner, and the just past two-year-old Remmy took his afternoon nap. Gabe because he was being a “little menace”, and Luna because she “couldn’t cook well enough to keep a kneazle alive.” All of this uttered by a scowling Severus , while wielding a terribly sharp chef’s knife. Harry was busy washing vegetables in the sink and trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Needless to say, she and Gabe had both happily skedaddled.

“Gabe, stop trying to break the altitude barrier. Your fathers will have your hide,” Luna shouted, laughter in her voice, for the mere suggestion that Harry or Severus would actually punish the boy was almost laughable.

Toy brooms were sold with altitude barrier charms, ensuring that children couldn’t go higher than eight feet off the ground. Yet, leave it Gabe to already be trying to circumvent that boundary. He was very much Harry’s son when it came to obeying rules and limits, and even more Severus’ when it came to sneaking around them.

“Alright, Muna. I’ll behave,” Gabe said, a bashful, yet mischievous smirk on his face.

Luna shook her head, watching as the six-year-old continued his aerial dips and dives. She didn’t know who was worse when it came to discipline, Harry or Severus. Harry’s idea of a rule was “no flying in the house until you’ve eaten your peas,” and Severus’ was to turn a supposed punishment of cleaning the lab into an impromptu session of beginner potions, which everyone knew Gabe loved. Thus, it was no punishment at all. She was no better, to be honest. Not having had a mother, and a father who treated her as adult far before she was actually grown, Luna had no idea what punishment should be. Much like the two men with whom she now shared her life; they had been through far too much to sweat the small stuff.

Each of their childhoods had been marred by death, war, and unspeakable evil. So they forwent the strict, no nonsense parental routine, and instead opted to simply live out each day as it came, allowing their children and their love to stretch out freely, without fear of reprimand or judgment.

After about a half hour of watching Gabe and daydreaming, Luna felt herself growing hot, despite the fact that the sun was beginning to lower. Hormones. She groaned internally, realizing that she and her mates would have to make it through supper, bath, and story time before they could safely ensconce themselves behind closed doors. Pregnancy had made her terribly horny, and her new body had made both Harry and Severus both all too eager to assist her in alleviating that symptom. She smirked, thinking about how often she still caught Harry and Severus having a go at it when they thought she was otherwise occupied. She would pout petulantly, feigning upset that they had not waited for her. Severus would roll his eyes, wise to her game, while Harry would coo and cuddle her, then proceed to make her orgasm so hard she nearly went blind.

It seemed the two men were even more in love than they had ever been, a fact that made Luna extremely happy. Even after all this time, she still occasionally felt guilty, like a third wheel. In those moments, as in the beginning, the only person who could make her see sense was Severus. Their relationship, thought very much strong in its own right, hinged upon their connection with Harry now. And they both took that responsibility very seriously, making sure that they nurtured their friendship and common roles as subs with as much effort as they nurtured the carnal side of their relationship with Harry.

Early on the two of them had taken time to explore each other intimately, without Harry around, and not surprisingly they both found it enjoyable but lacking. Even now, on the rare occasion that Harry was away—usually backpacking with Ron or off to some sporting event abroad—the two subs almost never engaged in anything more than heavy petting and cozy kisses and cuddles. It wasn’t that they were not attracted to each other; on the contrary, Severus had grown to find Luna’s body extremely enjoyable and her beauty seemed even more inspiring daily. Likewise, Luna found Severus a skilled and gentle partner, steady and generous, always eager to learn new ways to please her. Still, without Harry, it was simply not enough for either of them. Yet, they made due. They enjoyed each other, supported each other, and at night, when they both missed their dominant beyond comprehension, they held, licked, sucked, and stroked one another to orgasm in an effort to ease their want. Moments after, they would talk and giggle like naughty children, fully aware that they were not doing anything even remotely wrong, as Harry loved to see them perform together.

Which reminded Luna that Harry would be leaving again in two days for almost a full week. The Quidditch World Cup was being hosted in South Africa this year, and Ron had managed to finagle box seats through a contact at the Ministry. The thought made her sad, but she realized that Severus would be there, along with the boys, and that they would be enough until Harry returned. Still, she felt a pang of sadness knowing her dominant, her lover, her husband, her Harry, would be gone soon. It was unfair, and every hormone in her body screamed at the injustice.

She felt a large hand stroke over the crown of her hair, pulling her from her pitying thoughts.

“Hi Severus,” Luna beamed, craning her neck backwards to look at the taller man, who seemed to de-age with each passing year. Marriage and fatherhood looked good on the man, and had done wonders for his disposition.

“You are too warm out here. You should come in. Dinner is almost served,” Severus said in a gentle but commanding manner, smiling down at her.

“Yes, I suppose I should get out of this heat,” Luna said before turning to the yard and yelling for Gabe to come along inside.

The little boy lowered himself to the ground and off his broom, stomping petulantly about the unfairness of the altitude barrier and whining that he wanted to do a proper feint like his daddy. Severus merely looked down his nose at Gabe, as though to say “you are behaving like a spoiled troll, stop it”. The look alone was enough to make both Gabe and Luna smirk and giggle.

As the three made their way inside, Luna thought about that word, unfair. Unfairness had touched them all in many ways over the course of their lives, and most of the time there was little to nothing they could do about it. Yet, they had all survived, and in the end, thrived. It was a hard lesson everyone had to learn sooner or later in life, Gabe being no exception. Still, Luna knew a thing or two about unfairness. And she knew that while sometimes life could be unfair, she also knew that hers at least would always be interesting.