You were pregnant, and Regulus was the father of the baby. It wasn't necessarily a planned pregnancy, nor was it a mistake, not completely. Having a baby was something you two had talked about ever since you got married, but it wasn't something you'd set your minds on.

When multiple pregnancy tests were positive, you and Regulus weren't able to fully register it, but neither was angry.

It is the third month of the pregnancy, and your morning sickness had only gotten worse.

You kneel over the toilet, gripping each side of the toilet seat while vomiting and shaking head to toe. Regulus stands from behind, holding your hair back with one hand and gently rubbing your back and behind your neck.

Regulus says in a soft, comforting tone, "It's okay, love. It's okay."