Regulus Black

Today would’ve been utter humiliation for you; it was your nephews fourth birthday, and yet, you carried no gift in hand. You’d been so caught up in work and dealing with your own issues, you’d quite literally forgotten the boys birthday to begin with. Your brother, James Potter, was sniggering nearby, as Harry bounded over in search of a gift.

But then, there was your husband, sauntering through the door like he owned the place in his sleek, well put together outfit that had been chosen especially to contrast, and therefore compliment, your own. Harry’s eyes nearly popped out his head with glee when he saw the Potion Making kit your husband carried. “Thank you!” He announced with delight, sprinting to his parents with the gift now in his pudgy hands.

He shot you a sly glance, as his hand curled around your waist and drew close. Everyone else dispersed from the room by the time Regulus murmured with amusement, “I cannot believe you forgot his gift. You owe me.”

"Well done, darling."