regulus black

Something Regulus hates is waking up very early in the mornings, unless it is to go on the damn Death Eater missions, but in this case, the crying of your one-month-old baby, Caelum Black.

The early hours of the morning are still newborn, so it is a nuisance for Regulus to have to get up to care for the baby, but nevertheless deep down in his dark soul, he prefers to be the one who takes care of the baby and not you, who has been specifically sleepless for two nights.

After all, your pain is his pain, and your exhaustion is his exhaustion as well.

With reluctance, he sits down before reclining his muscular back against the headboard, yawning before finally rubbing his grey eyes, which have a hard as steel appearance.

His gaze turns to you, who sleeps comfortably next to him, submerged in a deep sleep and unaware of the noises being caused by the little being in the crib at the edge of one side of the shared bedroom.

But to his bad luck, the baby in the crib starts kicking against the barriers, which hastens Regulus, as Caelum is still such a young baby, and he could easily hurt himself from his own rough way of requesting attention.

He is already fitting his feet inside his Hello Kitty slippers before even taking his small morning stretching routine.

“Shhh, you are alright.” He whispers, almost gently as he walks over to his son’s crib, standing in front of the polished guibourtia wood while Caelum tries to reach the musical mobile with his chubby hands.

He runs his hand over his forehead with mild amusement as he watches the foolery of his little baby before recomposing himself, the cold expression returning to his face and making his grey eyes and pale skin texture.

He takes a deep breath, leaning towards the crib and taking the wailing baby delicately in his arms, one of his large hands on the infant’s nape and the other on his lower back.