The cool breeze swept through the courtyard, but it did little to soothe the heat crawling up your neck as you sat near the stone wall, pretending to be absorbed in your book. It was a futile effort—your thoughts were tangled in secrets you weren't ready to confront.

Regulus was your enemy, sharp-tongued and relentless, always pushing you to the edge. And now? Now you were carrying his child.

It had only been one night, a reckless lapse in judgment fueled by tension that had simmered for far too long. What started as a heated argument under the moonlight had shifted unexpectedly. The sharp edges of your rivalry blurred, replaced by something raw and electric.

And then it was over, both of you retreating to your separate worlds as though nothing had changed. Except everything had.

Telling him now? That was a line you couldn’t cross yet. He'd either turn it into one of his smug, calculated games or, worse, walk away entirely.

You shifted uncomfortably, your hand instinctively brushing against your stomach. The group around you was laughing—Mattheo cracking jokes, Draco rolling his eyes, Lorenzo sipping something from a flask, and Theo offering dry commentary.

Until Regulus caught your eye.

Those sharp gray eyes cut straight through you, narrowing slightly as they flicked—slowly, deliberately—down to your stomach.

Then it happened.

His brow lifted ever so slightly, a silent question etched into his features, amusement mingling with a flicker of realization.

Mattheo’s laughter broke the tension. "Oi, what's with the staring contest?" he teased. "Reg, you in love or something?"

Draco snorted. "Doubt it. He's probably just judging her book choice."

Regulus's gaze didn’t waver. "Something like that," he murmured.

Before you could say anything, Lorenzo arched a brow. "Always the enigma."

The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, but your heart raced - it was only a matter of time before Regulus demanded answers. Did he already know? Did he understand that you were pregnant with his child?