CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

FORTY EIGHT

Soft humming fills Regulus' small living room as Euphemia dots over her grandson, cradling Bowie tenderly. "He's beautiful," She observes as she dots on Bowie's little nose, his little lips, his tiny little face, his small amount of dark hair. "Utterly beautiful," She smiles wetly.

"He's something special alright," Regulus agrees as he takes a seat in his arm chair opposite Euphemia, who has taken over the sofa. Curling up a bit, Regulus says, "Thank you for dropping by, it means a lot to me that Bow has his nana and his grandpa,"

Euphemia waves him off. "Oh, Regulus, I'm just so grateful to be able to see my grandson. I never would have thought Fleamont and I would get to have this, we're so much older than most parents," She smiles sadly. "Baby Bowie is so wonderful, I could cry," She adds. "You must be exhausted,"

Regulus nods with a faint smile playing on his lips. "I'm achy and sore, but that's to be expected. He sleeps through the night, which is lovely, he's a quiet baby,"

Euphemia smiles. "Lucky you, James was never quiet. Even when he couldn't speak, he was loud," She chuckles.

Regulus smiles at her. "From what I can remember from Andromeda, I was a quiet baby, so maybe Bow gets that from me," He suggests.

"I have some heat pads I can lend you if you're feeling achy and sore," Euphemia says. She glances down at Bowie, wrapping him up a little bit tighter. "He looks just like you, y'know? He has a little bit of James in him, but everything else is all you, sweetheart,"

Regulus shrugs. "He has James' eyes," He murmurs softly, as if reminding Euphemia. "That's his little bit of James,"

Bowie's big brown eyes are also acting as Regulus' little bit of James at the minute.

It isn't that they haven't been in contact. Bowie is a week old and James has been over every evening to be with him. Although Regulus hadn't intended to see James this much or for him to be around their son this much; he finds it somewhat soothing to have somebody else around the house.

Euphemia gently strokes her grandson's small tuffs of raven hair back. "Looks like Bowie will be inheriting James' unruly hair," She chuckles.

Regulus grins with a nod. "Yeah," He laughs, he genuinely laughs. "I can't get his hair to stay down. It's been sticking up at odd ends,"

"You'll have fun figuring out new, creative ways to force that hair down. I never figured out the trick, but I'm trusting you to,"

Regulus laughs at this. Bowie begins to fuss and Regulus finds himself standing to take his son from Euphemia. "Sorry, he's probably just a little tired, he'll fall asleep if I rock him a bit," He explains.

As Regulus is soothing Bowie into a slumber, Euphemia clears her throat. "So, how are you doing, dear?"

"Like I said, sore, achy, little on the tired side, but I'm happy he's here," Regulus retorts.

Euphemia gives him a sympathetic glance. "I mean how are you really doing, hon?" She asks and Regulus pauses. "I...I didn't want to pry, but James has given me nothing so far, I just wanted to check in," She offers softly. "You two made such a handsome couple-"

"We....we haven't broken up," Regulus interrupts. "I, uh, I just need some time to reflect and that. It's...it's not the end of the world, sometimes things happen, y'know?" He tells her.

"I really thought thay the baby would bring you two back together," Euphemia hums. "Whatever happened, if you don't mind me inquiring? I mean, like I said, James has been so unresponsive, giving me absolutely nothing, a mother has the right to know, y'know,"