Rodolphus collapsed onto the couch after the confrontation with his mother, the weight of the ordeal settling heavily on him. Panic clawed at his chest as his breathing turned shallow and erratic. He gripped his shirt, struggling to steady himself.

Tom, noticing his distress, sat beside him and gently took his hand. "Rodolphus, focus on me. Breathe in... and out. Slowly."

Rodolphus, trembling, tried to match Tom's breathing, his fingers clinging to Tom's like a lifeline. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm so tired."

Regulus appeared at his side, concern etched on his face. "Come on, you need to rest," he murmured softly, guiding Rodolphus to their room. He helped him into bed with care.

Lucius and Sirius, already there, instinctively moved closer, flanking Rodolphus on either side. They held him tenderly, their hands gently rubbing his swollen stomach, a silent promise of comfort and love.

Wrapped in their warmth, Rodolphus drifted off to sleep, exhaustion overwhelming him. But when morning came, a sharp wave of nausea jolted him awake. Panicked, he scooted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it before he retched violently.

Sirius, awakened by the sudden movement, followed quickly, kneeling beside Rodolphus and rubbing his back in soothing circles. "Rodolphus, I hate seeing you like this," Sirius whispered, his voice thick with worry. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched his brother-in-law suffer. "I don't wanna be sick anymore either," Rodolphus choked out between sobs. "I can't keep doing this."

Tom entered the room moments later, his expression one of concern after hearing Sirius's urgent call. "Rodolphus, what's going on?" he asked, kneeling beside him.

Tears streamed down Rodolphus's face as he shook his head. "I don't wanna be sick anymore. I don't wanna be pregnant," he sobbed, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions.

Tom frowned, clearly troubled. "I understand," he said gently. "Do you want me to call Orion and Abraxas? They can help."

Rodolphus nodded weakly. "Yes, please," he whispered, barely able to speak.

Tom wasted no time, sending for them, and within minutes, Orion and Abraxas arrived. Orion knelt beside Rodolphus, his voice calm and understanding. "Rodolphus, I heard you don't want to be pregnant anymore. Can you talk to us about it?"

Abraxas sat next to him, silently offering his hand. Rodolphus gripped it tightly, drawing strength from the familiar presence.

Rodolphus swallowed hard, his voice small and fragile. "I'm so tired," he said, barely above a whisper. "I'm sick all the time. I don't know if I can take it anymore."

Orion's gaze softened as he leaned closer, his tone filled with compassion. "Sweetheart, if you feel like you can't continue with the pregnancy, we'll support you. You have the choice to stop, and that's okay."

Rodolphus's eyes widened. "I can?" he asked, his voice shaky, disbelief coloring his words.

Abraxas squeezed his hand gently. "Yes, darling, it's entirely up to you. We'll stand by whatever decision you make."

Rodolphus hesitated, tears still streaming down his face. "I don't want to kill my baby," he whispered, his voice breaking again. "I just don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't know what to do."

Orion smiled reassuringly. "There are ways we can help you feel better, Rodolphus. You don't have to make any drastic decisions right now. We'll get you the support and care you need."

Rodolphus nodded slowly, a small flicker of hope lighting in his eyes. "Please, anything to make this easier."

Abraxas kissed his forehead, his touch filled with love. "We've got you. You're not alone in this."