He stood up, and paced behind the chair for a while, trying to work out what to do. If Fenrir had realised that she smelt different, it wouldn’t be long until he noticed the other little changes about her. And then what? When he could smell two different scents, the blood of the baby as well as Embry’s? Then there’d be no chance for her. Sirius knew he was an impulsive creature, and knew just how much he despised his sister. “Do you think he’d agree to you moving with me? He trusts me. He knows we’re together, it would make sense. Perhaps he’d appreciate you being away from him, I know he doesn’t like you being around, nutter that he is.” He stood behind her now, playing with her wet hair.
“I understand why you had to keep it from me. Sometimes…sometimes people do need to keep secrets. To keep themselves safe, to keep those around them safe.” A lump was growing in his throat. He knew now, more than ever that he needed to tell her the truth, but he was now even more sure that she could push him away because of it. What father would he make if he couldn’t even tell the mother of his child who he really was?