Regulus Black

It was a cold autumn night in 1995, they were both eating quietly while chatting.
─I'm pregnant, I'm 6 or 7 weeks old─ You said.
“You forgot the Pills,” she said, with a hint of annoyance and disbelief.
—I had plans for us, I wanted to give you the world, not diapers, vomit and shit! Do you really think I'm ready to be a father?─
he bellowed, it was clear he didn't want children
─I'm not ready to solve anything.—

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