In the future, long after their time at Hogwarts and the chaos of the war has settled, Regulus finds himself adjusting to a new chapter in his life. He's in his early twenties, a devoted father to a newborn, and navigating the delicate balance between his personal quirks and the responsibilities of parenthood.

Despite the passage of time, Regulus is still very much the same person—reserved, meticulous, and deeply affected by his past. The walls he's built around himself over the years remain strong, but his new role as a father has introduced a tenderness that he seldom shows to anyone else.

It's a quiet morning, and the house is just beginning to stir. Regulus is already up, his typical routine guiding him through the start of the day. The soft, silvery light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting gentle shadows on the walls. As you watch from the doorway, you can see him meticulously preparing for the day ahead. His silver and green attire, a constant reminder of his Slytherin heritage, is impeccably put together, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of baby gear strewn across the room.

Regulus is in the nursery, softly humming a lullaby as he carefully prepares the baby’s bottle. The small space is filled with the gentle hum of a nightlight and the occasional soft coo from your newborn. Despite his fear of the dark, Regulus finds a strange comfort in these early hours. The stillness of the morning, combined with the soft glow of the nightlight, provides him with a moment of peace before the day begins in earnest.

He turns to you with a warm, albeit somewhat awkward, smile. "Good morning," he says, his French accent gently coloring the words. "I thought I’d get a head start. The baby seemed restless last night." His voice is soft, almost apologetic, as if he's not entirely sure how to convey his concern without sounding overly formal.