“How did we let this happen, Louis?” She asked him, sniffing as she wiped her eyes with the hem of the jumper’s sleeve.

“I don’t know, Freya,” he admitted, his mouth felt dry and he gave a small cough, his hands had stopped shaking but he still felt sick to his stomach.

He was going to be a father.

Everything comes out into the open.

“You probably shouldn’t go down the insane route, especially if you want Freya’s parents to see that you’re going to be a mature grown up who can look after a kid,” Horatio stated.

“They’re never going to see me as mature enough to look after my own kid,” Louis stated sadly.
 
 
 
 

“Do you think she does want to give the baby up for adoption?” Horatio asked him a serious tone in his voice.

“I don’t know,” Louis answered sadly.

“What would you do if she wants to? Would you let her or would you take care of the baby yourself?”
 
 
 

“So what are you going to be doing today?”

“I’m going to Freya’s house and try and see her.”

“Would that be a good idea with her dad around?” Victoire asked in concern, she didn’t want her brother to have to face Ted Jackson on his own.

Louis gave a shrug, “I honestly don’t care, and I need to see Freya.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

Horatio screwed his face up slightly as though he didn’t believe his words, “You’re just trying to get my hopes up Louis.”

“I’m not,” Louis said with a small laugh, “she really has been flirting with you. It pains me to say it as she’s my cousin, but I think that maybe you should ask her out.”

“Why would she be interested in me?” Horatio asked as they made their way to the sixth year boys dormitory, the room was empty, the other occupant’s more than likely still at dinner.

 Louis freaks out about becoming a father in three months time, whilst Horatio has to deal with meeting his older brother.

“I can’t believe that I am now legally allowed to apparate,” Horatio stated loudly as he let go of Steven and spun around happily holding his arms out.

“Just think, all we've got left is our exams and then we can begin our summer holidays, I can apparate to yours all the time.” Horatio said happily.

“I can’t wait,” Louis told them. “For the summer holidays I mean. Not for you apparating over all the time.”

“Freya sent me an owl yesterday. She’s not happy.” Louis stated, leaning across his bed to pick up the now tatty letter. Louis couldn't help but read it over and over again during the night, her words playing on his mind and causing him to freak out more and more as time went on.

“Freya’s never happy,” Horatio told Louis honestly as he took the letter and began to read it.

 

 Louis took a deep breath as he realised that the end of June was drawing closer, it seemed that the days were going by so quickly and he would be a father before he knew what had hit him. There were times when it took him a while to realise that he was in fact going to become a father and that it wasn’t some joke that Freya was playing on him.

“You act like you’re going out with each other.” Freya stated to them.

Horatio shifted on his seat in discomfort as Molly bit her lip and looked down at her ice cream.

“No we don’t, we just like hanging around with each other.” Molly said with a shrug, Horatio agreed with her as he ate some of his ice cream.

“Maybe you should stop flirting with each other then, it’s giving out the wrong impression.” Freya told them. 

 Horatio fumed before he stormed away from the kitchen table and out of the room, before any of them could stop him. Molly picked up her bag and chased after him, but not before throwing an angry look at Freya as she left.

“I’ve already decided that I’m going to be a cool uncle. You know, buy her lots of toys, and give her lots of sweets.” Horatio told him, interrupting Louis’s thoughts about how he was clearly going to be failing as a dad.

“I’m not sure I approve of the sweets part.”

“Ah, so you’re going to be one of those parents.”

 

 “You look beautiful, you always do.”

“You have to say that,” Freya stated, looking down at their entwined hands.

“I mean it Freya, I’ll always think that you’re beautiful.”

Freya looked up and smiled at him in the mirror.

“I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

 “If you drool on anything you’ll be buying it.” George stated from behind Horatio.

 “Well, I suppose it is all the trend nowadays. Your father needs to enjoy having such long hair before his genes take over and he goes bald like your Grandfather.”

Louis had to hold in his laugh as he saw his fathers outraged face.

“Thanks a lot mum,” Bill said. Molly turned to look at her son.

 Horatio watched his friend sadly, hating that Louis was falling apart in front of his eyes.