How did he end up like this? Sat on the bathroom floor at 3 in the morning. He had no idea what possessed him to do it at this time. He knew what the stick was going to show, so why do it now? Maybe he just wanted the confirmation before telling his soon-to-be husband the possibly great knews.
But then he got to thinking about his soon-to-be husband. Over the last two or so weeks, Regulus had been trying to convince himself that James would be okay with the knews that could change both their lives forever. However, now he was sitting on the cold floor in nothing but James' Quidditch jersey, and his thoughts wouldn't stop. Every bad thought, every negative comment, he couldn't stop thinking about James' sweet, innocent face and how it'd be like if James wanted the child. And like every other thought, another image of James' face came to mind. This one was not sweet or innocent, but angry, angry at Regulus. "Your ruining my life, I'm only nineteen, i can't raise a child!" The voice of the negative James was drowned out by the sound of an alarm. Regulus hurried to turn it off, making sure not to wake his fiancé in the next room. He wiped his face after realising it was damp with his tears and tried to prepare himself for any outcome. He placed a hand over the test and counted to three. One... two... thr-
Apparently, he didn't shut off his alarm in time because standing behind him with his hand over the test as well was his half-asleep James. "Sweetie?" he yawned, placing his chin on top of Regulus' head, "What are you doing?"
Shit... um... "Just go to bed, Jamie. I'll be back in a little bit?"
"Nooo, I wanna know what my beautiful Reggie is up to at," he checked his watch "three thirty-three - oh angle numbers," he screwed up his face, which made him look like a six year old about to blow out his birthday candles, before he carried on. "Wait... what wa- Oh yeah. What is my beautiful Reggie doing at half three in the morning? Huh?"
Reg laughed a little at his idiotic boyfriend, "I'm not doing anything."
"Then come to beeeddd!"
"In a moment."
"Moments up."
"Jamie," he knew he had a chance of breaking James, especially when he was this tired. And it worked he saw James' cheeks grow more rosy by the second. Although this did not stop the protesting.
"Just tell me what you're up to," his vioce was very whiney, and Regulus could tell just how tired of this he was.
After a few moments of silence, he started. "Okay, but promise you won't get mad at me?"
"Why would i get mad at you, my Prince?"
"Impregnant!" Regulus burst out before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes, half expecting James to get off, walk out,leave him alone, any of the above. Instead, however, James wrapped his big, strong, tattooed arms around Regulus' thin, shaking body. They just stood there for a couple of minutes, and Regulus absentmindedly started to tangle his fingers around his partners messy curls whilst James was nuzzling the crook of Regulus neck.
"My Prince?" Regulus was practically melting on the floor at the sound of his lovers voice.
"Hmm?" he managed to slip out.
"Are you one hundred percent sure?" Regulus was caught off guard by this, and James could tell, so he continued, "Have you actually looked at the test yet?" After a few moments silence, Regulus realised that he had not quite yet found out if his suspicions were true.
"Well... No atually. I didn't look," curiosity filled Regulus as James picked up the test face down before flipping it over and finding out... Regulus tried his best to read the expression on the others' face, but either he was too tired or he wasn't happy with the results. "Well?" he asked cautiously, and James' face lit up with joy and laughter.
"WERE HAVING A BABY!" he picked Regulus up and spun him around. Regulus couldn't believe it. The 'it' being how happy he was, how happy James was. He saw the test on the counter, and just to make sure, he checked it for his own eyes
Positive.
He had never been happier.