God, he so didn't want this conversation, and the mere thought of children made him want to throw up. Or run. Or both. Yet running would mean running from Percy too and that he knew he couldn't do, no matter how scared the prospect of a child made him.
'I thought I was being careful!' he said weakly, confused, trying to remember this time. 'I don't get it, I- I used a potion, so did she! I mean obviously I forgot at some point, but the both of us?' Come to think of it, how had this happened? As far as he knew he hadn't been reckless. Had he even missed a potion? Obviously he had, but she'd been on a potion too, he was sure of that.
Unless she'd lied.
The thought made the bile in his throat rise again and he was suddenly very close to throwing up. Percy's repetition of the fact that he was a father didn't help either, and he could honestly say that he'd never been this scared in his life. Hell, he'd take Rodolphus on the battle field any day over this.
'Well, I need to focus on something and mothers usually have photos of their kids in their house!' He knew snapping wasn't helping, but was very close to hyperventilating and he couldn't think straight. 'Percy, I can't do this. I really can't fucking do this. I'm not like my dad, I'll fuck up. I can't... there is a fucking reason why I never wanted kids! I-' His voice broke, and he idly wondered if he looked half as scared as he felt.