Roxanne was, not for the first time in her life, a wreck. But this time, she couldn't blame it on alcohol or drugs or anything else from her former lifestyle. No, it was her worst nightmare come true: she had a child to take care of. A child who was cute and adorable and loud and needy and she didn't know how anyone did this with alone; hell, she wasn't even sure she could have done this with someone else living there with her. And it wasn't that her daughter inconvenienced her or spit up on her (although that certainly didn't help at all), it was mostly that the little bundle of 'joy' refused to sleep more than a few hours at a time, and when she woke up, she screamed and cried until Roxanne got up and fed her and changed her nappy and rocked and talked to her and fed her again, on and on, over and over, and it was exhausting. Seven weeks, nearly two months of this, and she was about ready to pull her hair out.
And then Scorpius showed up lacking every memory of his previous visit here. It was the straw the broke the camel's back, so to speak, and for the first time since giving birth, Roxanne had broken down and actually cried; she hadn't even realised how much she had been hoping he would show back up and help her, which was silly, considering what had happened the last time she saw him, but being an idealist at her core, she had hoped. And then they were dashed. She couldn't hope that he would hear about the baby and suddenly want to help her raise her.
It was for that reason that the knock on her door surprised her. The only ones who visited were Andromeda and Victoire, and both of them had given birth themselves recently, so she wasn't expecting anyone for at least a few weeks. She got up though, made sure Kyleigh was still asleep, and went to check the door. And froze.
"What are you doing here?" she finally asked when she recovered enough to speak.