The room was tense, the kind of silence that crackled with anticipation. Mattheo was leaning casually against the edge of a table. Tom stood by the window, his brow furrowed. Lorenzo and Theodore sat on either side of you, their calm exteriors masking the storm beneath.

Mattheo broke the silence first, unable to contain his curiosity. “So, what’s the result?”

You took a deep breath, knowing this would send shockwaves through the room. “You know how we found out it’s twins?”

Tom scoffed lightly. “As if we could forget.”

You met Theodore’s gaze briefly before he spoke, his tone even but unmistakably serious. “Well, one of them is mine—”

“And the other is mine,” Lorenzo finished smoothly, his voice low but firm.

Mattheo snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, good joke.”

“We are not kidding,” Lorenzo added, his piercing eyes locking on Mattheo.

The smirk slid off Mattheo’s face, replaced by genuine disbelief. “That’s not possible.”

Tom finally turned, his expression caught between incredulity and exasperation. “It sadly is. Oh, Merlin... my niece and nephew are going to be your children! What have I done wrong?”

Theodore chuckled softly, his dry humor slicing through the tension. “It’s funny that this is coming from you, Tom.”

Tom’s gaze turned icy as he stepped closer to Theodore. “Do you want to stay al*ve to meet your kids?”

“Okay, just shut up,” you interrupted. “I’m the one who has to carry two mini-humans inside of her right now! You all will get along if you don’t want to meet Harry’s parents.”

Mattheo frowned, his confusion breaking the tension for a moment. “His parents are de4d.”

“Exactly, Mattheo,” you deadpanned. “And I want chocolate, by the way.”

Lorenzo immediately stood. “On my way.”

“And popcorn!” you added, pointing at him as he moved toward the door.

Theodore rose next, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll get it for you.”

Tom leaned back against the windowsil. “Maybe,” he mused, “they’re not going to be as bad at this as I thought they would be.”