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“James?” Regulus called to his husband in the other room, one hand resting on his swollen belly as he raised the other hand to glance at his watch. “It’s time.”
Footsteps fell like a stampede. All six-foot-one of James Potter came running into the room, eyes wide, looking absolutely terrified. “Time? Already? Fuck, okay,” he stammered, rushing out of the room again before Regulus could get a word in edgewise.
From there, he was like a tornado. Running back and forth, throwing things into a bag, murmuring the whole time. “Fuck, I should have done this sooner. What do we need? Clothes, underwear, cell phones, chargers. Do we have all our identification? Yes, I have it here. The birthing plan? Yes, I have it. Fuck, where’s my shoe? Ah, under the cat. Reg, do you know where my lucky jumper is? Fuck and the diaper bag!”
After trying to get James’s attention for a moment, Regulus decided just to wait and watch, blinking amusedly at his husband’s pacing.
“Reg, I can’t find the keys, have you seen them? And - shit - has anyone called Sirius? And Remus? And we should probably call the birthing omega, damnit. Have you called? No, of course not, you’re having a baby,” James turned adoring eyes to Regulus, who opened his mouth to explain, but he began talking again before Regulus could take a proper breath. “Can you walk to the car, baby? Let’s get you to the car.”
“James,” Regulus finally interrupted, smiling softly at his anxious husband.
“Do you have everything you need? Oh God, I can’t believe this is happening! Okay, stay calm. It’ll be okay, love, I’ll make sure you’re safe, and taken care of, and you aren’t in pain-”
“James.”
But James wasn’t listening. He began to gather their things, talking a mile a minute. “Well, obviously it’ll hurt. Like a lot, probably. But you can squeeze my hand and cuss out the nurses and I’ll punch anyone who says a word, don’t you worry, and then we’ll get a baby, our baby, and fuck , I’m so lucky to have you, both of you-”
“James!”
Still ignoring him, James grabbed Regulus’s elbow and started leading him to the door. “And you’re glowing, love, I hope you know. And I won’t tell anyone if you, like, shit on the table when you push him out or anything, I promise. It’s gonna be amazing. Of course, I’ll get tons of pictures…not of you shitting, but of the baby-”
“JAMES!” Regulus yelled, trying to decide if he wanted to laugh hysterically or yell at James for being so adorably ridiculous.
“Yes, love?” James asked, pulling open the front door. “Only, is it important? These things happen quickly, I’m told,” he said, biting a cuticle.
Laughter, Regulus decided, was the best reaction. “I’m not in labor, James,” he said over fits of mirth. “It’s time to go to Sirius’s for dinner. Remember?”
And, mouth falling open, James dropped the bags he was holding. “Oh,” he mumbled, looking a bit put out
“But in a month, when I’m actually due,” Regulus grinned, hand caressing the alpha’s jaw, “I know you’ll be amazing during the birth.”
“It’s true,” James said, nodding solemnly. “I didn’t panic at all.”
“Not at all,” Regulus laughed.