Rolf was in shock. There was no other way to describe what he was feeling right now. There were tinges of anger and and frustration and wonder and surprise. It was just... a fucking big deal and Luna didn't want to tell him. They'd had an interesting few months together and he'd cared for her a great deal but Luna was... very much a free spirit and he hadn't wanted to hold on too tightly. They'd spent countless nights together under the stars or in a tent and had talked about everything. She'd known exactly how he felt about becoming a parent and his reservations.
Rubbing his neck, his heart beating, he stared at the front door of the Lovegood residence, trying not to throw up. Inside, were his sons. Sons. He had kids. Two boys. Trying to find his breath, he inhaled, holding it before exhaling. Fuck. He had kids. Raising his hand, he knocked, finding the knob and quietly opening the door.
"Luna?" he called, softly, not wanting to wake up the twins. Fuck. Was he already thinking like a parent? He found her sitting in a chair, eyes closed and a million emotions swamped him. He stared at her, trying to find the connection they'd once had but there was no room for that. All he could focus on was his kids. "Hey," he said, gently, kneeling next to the chair, hand on her shoulder.