Roger bounced the baby on his hip a little bit, talking to him about Quidditch, delighting every time he earned a laugh. "He is cute," Roger agreed. "Needs a little more hair. That's not going to get him the ladies." Roger laughed as the baby grabbed the nose of his mask and pried his little fingers away, only succeeding in having his finger held tightly.
Roger liked kids, liked babies. He'd adored Annie and taken care of her when she was little. It reminded him a little bit of what might have been with Lav, but he didn't let himself think about it too long. Everything happened for a reason. He had to have faith in that, or he couldn't live with himself for the... relief, he felt. He didn't want to be with her. She was a selfish bint with a selfish prick husband and Roger was thankful every day that he woke up next to Mandy and not next to that. But he was still sad, sometimes. Sometimes he wondered anyway, even if things were better now. Even knowing things would never have worked.
He glanced back over at Mandy, the intensity of her gaze a little unnerving. "What?" he asked uncertainly, smiling at her. "Did he spit up on me or something?"