Poly-Marauders Baby Drama

[wolfymcwolf]

[Exactly what it says on the tin. Started in TFLN and then it hit captcha so now we're here.

Remus and Lily texting
Sirius and Lily texting, moves to in-person, Remus comes over too

If Prongs and Wormtail want in on this, let us know?]

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[effingsirius]

We don't know anything.

[One hand disentangles itself from gripping at Remus', lifting to try to touch at his cheek. There's an earnestness in his expression-- and certainly love. He doesn't know what to say that will make this better, but he just wants the fear in his partner's eyes to go away. He wants him to be happy.

There is so, so much more that has to change before that's even a lasting possibility, though, and it kills him.]

We don't know if the baby's yours. We don't know if they'll inherit your condition if they did. We also don't know if maybe-- we'll lose, and the baby will grow up in a horrible world none of us wanted. Or maybe we're all going to die tomorrow and maybe it won't matter. Remus, everything about our lives now is a risk, but we're still here. We're still loving one another and trying to be happy because the future is worth it, if it comes.

[wolfymcwolf]

[Unfortunately it'd take a lot more than just the war ending for him to not be afraid of this. It'd take the impossible; a cure. A real cure. And none of them can provide that. He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't turn back even when a hand touches his cheek.

He wants to believe Sirius' words, he really does, but is a future filled with that much pain really worth it? And even if the baby is fine, having a werewolf for a parent isn't safe at all. Either they'd have to keep moving like Remus' parents did to keep his secret or he'd open the child and his partners up to the hatred and vitriol that was so often spat at his kind. Isn't it enough that he has to bare that? Dragging them into it isn't what he wants.

He opens his eyes again, but still doesn't meet Sirius' gaze.]

I'm terrified, Sirius. I can't shake the feeling that-- that if it's mine, it will inherit it. I just know it will.

[effingsirius]

[Lily would be better at this, likely. James, maybe, as well. But they aren't here, and all Sirius has is his insufficient self and the love he bears this other young man.

Leaning forward to rest his head against Remus' is all he can do.]

You can't know that, not really. [He doesn't know if the uncertainty makes it better or worse-- At least it means a chance Remus' fears won't come true.] And 'm sorry you're scared. What'd-- How can I help?

[Can he help, really?]