CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

TWENTY

"Here, eat this too," Sirius shoves even more toast onto Regulus' already hefty plate. "Ooh!" He grins. "This too," He adds, piling a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto Regulus' plate.

Regulus scoffs slightly, shaking his head. "Sirius, stop it, you'll end up making me vomit on the train," He bites his lip, the sight of Sirius pushing a bowl of cereal towards him makes him especially nauseous.

Sirius shakes his head. "Come on, eat up, you are eating for two now,"

Regulus smirks, taking a bite out of his toast. "Oh?" He arches an eyebrow as he speaks from around a mouthful of buttered toast. "And here I just thought I was losing my figure for no good reason, thanks for your observation,"

Mary sniggers. "Sweetheart, don't let your brother stuff you up with food. I'm sure you and James could grab lunch in London anyways if you do get peckish,"

"Well, I don't see how anyone could get peckish after their brother has smothered their bloody plate sky high," Peter jokes with a smirk and Sirius rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his morning coffee.

"Just admit that you're all already losing to me as the baby's favorite person, this jealousy is too much," Sirius muses as he swallows another mouthful of most definitely too sweetened coffee.

Remus turns to James. "You two going to take the time to visit everyone back home on your trip?" He inquires, picking at his sausages.

James shrugs. "If we find the time," He muses. "We've got about two hours in London before our departure train leaves, so maybe we won't get to call in to Lil's for a cup of tea," He replies.

"Are you guys excited?" Mary asks. "Please, please, please find out the baby's gender!" She squeals delightedly. "I'm just buzzin' to buy some cute booties for them!" She claps her hands excitedly.

Regulus smiles softly, letting a hand press to the curve of his bump. "M'only sixteen weeks, Mary. I'm not sure if you can tell the gender yet," 

"You get more accurate results at eighteen weeks," Remus informs. "But, fourteen weeks onwards is when the baby starts to show signs of it's gender," He adds, quite matter of factly and Regulus doesn't miss the small, smitten smile Sirius throws his way.

"What are you guys hoping for anyways?" Sirius questions.

"A baby," Regulus deadpans.

Sirius rolls his eyes with a loud scoff. "Ha ha, very funny. When does your comedian career start? Can I get a discount on the tickets, I am your big brother, after all," He grumbles.

Regulus smirks at him before glancing down at his belly. He's wearing one of James' old football hoodies. "I don't really mind, to be completely honest. As long as they're doing alright in there, m'happy,"

James nods in agreement. "Likewise, I'd be pretty chuffed with whatever, but I do really like the idea of a little baby girl Prongslet," He says blissfully.

"A She-Prongs," Sirius giggles.

"Hey," Regulus frowns. "Don't call my baby a She-Prongs, you'll embarrass her," He pauses. "Or him......shit, you'll embarrass them," He corrects.

James laughs. "Our poor little sprog," He smirks.

James gives Regulus the window seat and let's him promptly lay his back against said window while his legs have relaxed themselves over James' lap.

"Would you like to visit Manon if we get the time?" James offers after a long period of silence.

Regulus opens his eyes, looking to James while he hums in response. "It would be nice. I hope she hasn't forgotten me," He muses softly.