Rodolphus sat down on the couch after the ordeal with his mother, feeling panic start to set in. His breath came hard and ragged as he clutched his chest.
Tom looked at him before taking his hand. "Breathe with me, in and out."
Rodolphus mimicked his breathing. "Thank you," he mumbled, "I'm tired."
Regulus gently guided him to their room and helped him into bed to rest.
Lucius and Sirius lay beside him, holding him close and rubbing his stomach with affection and love.
Rodolphus fell asleep like this, but woke up in the morning feeling sick. Scooting away, he rushed to the bathroom to throw up.
Sirius woke up and followed him, rubbing his back. "Rodolphus, this sucks," he huffed. "I don't wanna be sick anymore," he cried, holding himself.
Tom entered the room after a distressed Sirius called for him. "Rodolphus, what's the matter?"
Rodolphus looked up, tears streaming down his face. "I don't wanna be sick anymore. I don't wanna be pregnant," he cried.
Tom frowned. "Rodolphus, I can call Orion and Abraxas if you need me to."
Rodolphus nodded. "Would you, please?"
Tom went to make the call, and soon Orion and Abraxas arrived. Orion spoke first. "Rodolphus, you don't wanna be pregnant anymore? Can you explain, please?"
Abraxas held Rodolphus's hand, offering silent support.
"I don't wanna be sick anymore," Rodolphus said, his voice breaking. "I'm always tired."
Orion's voice was gentle. "Honey, if you want to abort, you can."
Rodolphus blinked. "I can?"
Abraxas nodded. "Yes, you can if you want."
Rodolphus hesitated. "I... I don't wanna kill my baby. I just don't wanna be sick anymore."
Orion offered a reassuring smile. "We can give you things to help if you would like."
Rodolphus nodded. "Yes, please. Thank you."