A Fresh Bouquet Chapter 18, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Reborn into the world of Harry Potter, Poppy Evans has only one goal; make sure she's not the only magical Evans alive by 1982. And maybe save that smug Potter while she's at it. Regulus Black didn't fit into the equation; he wasn't suppose to be so distracting.
In true Evans style, the mother of his child just cannot let it go without a little dry comment of, “disillusioned enough to try blowing up said half-blood.”
Scowling, Regulus cocks his head back towards her, carefully adjusting his grip on Sol until the tiny human is resting against his chest, face pressing into the crook of his neck and with butterfly breaths ghosting over Regulus’ skin.
“What part of ‘in hiding, faking my own death, do you not understand?” he hisses, one hand supporting Sol, the other gently running up and down the baby’s back, touch feather light. Because fuck, what if he hurts him? He has no idea how much pressure a baby can handle, he knows practically nothing of babies, so gentle as possible it is.