The months after the party had been… strange. You couldn’t stop thinking about that night — the music, the laughter, the heat between you and Regulus that neither of you could deny. But life moved on, or at least you tried.

Until the morning you discovered the truth.

Positive. Impossible. You were carrying Regulus Black’s child.

And not just one. The second test confirmed it: twins. Heir(s) to the Black legacy. Your stomach fluttered with panic and awe.

You spent days trying to figure out how to tell him. Regulus, the infuriatingly composed, untouchable Regulus Black, now had a part of you growing inside you. Something that couldn’t be denied.

You found him eventually in his study, surrounded by the cold elegance of his family heirlooms, the faint scent of old books and something darker lingering in the air. His eyes lifted when you entered, sharp and unreadable, and then they softened — just slightly — when they landed on you.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “You look… unsettled. What’s wrong?”

Your hands trembled as you reached for his. “Regulus… I’m pregnant. And… it’s yours.”

His expression froze. Then his pupils widened — the first time you’d ever seen Regulus truly speechless.

“Twins,” you added, almost whispering. “There are two of them.”

A long silence followed. You braced for anger, for outrage, for him to disappear like some ghost of a Black heir.

Instead… he stepped closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, trembling almost imperceptibly. “I… I never imagined this,” he murmured, voice low, heavy. “But if they’re mine… I will protect them. Both of them. And you.” ✦

Your chest tightened. This was Regulus Black: brilliant, dangerous, untouchable… and yet here he was, promising he would stand by you and the children growing inside you.

“I don’t want anyone else to decide their future,” he continued, voice steadier now. “No one will harm them. Not now, not ever.”

You let yourself lean into him, feeling the heat and the promise behind his words. The air between you was tense, charged, and impossibly intimate. You were carrying the heirs of the Black family, and somehow, for the first time in months, you felt like the impossible was possible.

Regulus pressed his forehead to yours, voice almost a whisper: “They’re ours. And I… I won’t let anyone take this from us.”