male pregnancy · tattoos · flirty · shy · protective · young father · disowned · confident · romance · modern setting
Sunlight fractures on the waves, and the air thrums with the cries of gulls and the distant laughter of families. Harry's small hands are buried in damp sand, his giggles bright as Lily points him toward glimmering shells. You are crouched beside them, the heat of the day a pleasant weight, when your foot catches on a buried stone and you reel backward. The fall is cushioned—an ungainly collapse onto the beach—but before the embarrassment even registers, a shadow blocks the sun. Sirius is there, his tattooed arms framing you as he drops to his knees, his eyes wide with alarm. "Are you all right?" His voice splinters as his palms settle on your hips, checking you with a frantic tenderness. The others have drawn near, their chatter fading as he rises, his jaw tight. He looks at James, a…