Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Regulus’s POV:
An hour later we were all sitting on the bed. Evan was in James’s lap, facing him. Barty was pressed against Evan’s left, and I was to his right.
James had his arms wrapped around Evan and was holding him against his chest tightly. We had all agreed that James was the best cuddler. Especially right after a panic attack. James had this ability to give the most healing hugs ever. Barty swears that it’s James's hugs that healed his injuries. Although he would never tell anyone but the three of us that.
Evan slowly started to sit up. Barty and I were both rubbing his back while James massaged his sides, just above his hips.
“He texted me. H-He made it v-very clear that he’s n-not pleased with m-my b-behavior.” Evan leaned forward and laid his face back against James’s chest. “Said if I d-don’t br-br-bre-”
James tightened his grip and whispered, “Take your time, mi príncipe. We’re here as long as you want.”
Evan took a few deep breaths and reached for my and Barty’s hands. He squeezed them tightly as he continued to speak. “If I don’t break up with you guys by the end of the week, he’ll disown both me and Panda…”
Evan buried his face back into James's chest. Starting to sob again.
“Let him. We still have a couple extra bedrooms.” A woman’s voice came from the door. Evan shot up and wiped his tears.
“Mamá?” James asked as he stood up as well. Being careful not to run into Barty.
“You forget that Minerva owed me a favor,” Euphemia said as she stood in the doorway with Fleamont.
“Mamá, you could have knocked,” James said as he pulled Evan into him.
“I did. We were ignored.”
“Well, I was slightly preoccupied.”
“We understand, James,” Fleamont broke in as he rubbed Euphemia’s back.
“What’s going on??” Barty asked as he scooted closer to me. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and kissed his head. I wasn’t on edge like Barty and Evan because unlike them, I’ve met Euphemia and Fleamont before.
“Barty, Evan, meet my mum and dad. Euphemia and Fleamont Potter.” James spoke as he carded his fingers through Evan’s hair.
“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. And a pleasure to see you again, Regulus.” Euphemia was the one to speak. They both stayed in the doorway, waiting for Evan or Barty to invite them further into the room.
“W-why would you say to l-let my f-father di-disown m-me and my s-sister??” Evan asked as he clung tighter to James.
“Well, we would much rather have you and your sister living in our house than with someone who wishes to disown you for who you date. We were waiting for a long time.” She added the last part at the look Barty gave her.
Evan looked up at James for answers.
“My parents told me when we first started dating that if your or Barty’s parents were anything like Wallibe-butt and Orgy,” James ignored Barty and Evan’s laugh, “Then they would do anything to help either of you. That includes Pandora.” James explained.
“That’s why they were so willing to let Barty into their family.” I furthered the explanation. “And why they would rather have your father disown you and Pandora.”
“It means less legal arguing.” Fleamont supplied.
Evan scoffed, he went to speak but was cut off by James.
“They would have been perfectly willing to go through the legal arguing. However, it would have meant that both you and Pandora likely would have had to testify and explain the abuse.”
“Oh…” Evan said as he looked at Euphemia and Fleamont.
“I’m assuming you’d like to move into James’s room, like Barty and Regulus??” Euphemia asked.
Evan only nodded with a faint smile.