"Elliot," Kevin repeated. He felt like he was barely breathing, couldn't think properly. "Um, that's a nice name."
Which, it was. He did like the name Elliot, but that was hardly the point here, was it? He stared at the picture, as if the harder he looked at the boy, the more sense it would make. Not that it didn't make sense - Elliot looked like he could be the right age, mathematically speaking, for when he would have been conceived - but it was difficult to process.
He now, sort of, knew what Dean must have felt like when he found out that Seamus had gotten Lavender pregnant. How did this keep happening? It was too weird. Oh god - what if he had gotten that Death Eater pregnant, too? He had a child, a child that had probably been drinking the slime juice since he'd been breastfed (and, wow, that was taking his mind weird places, he stopped that train of thought immediately), and he hadn't even known.
"I-- well, I don't really know what to say, either. Do you want an apology? I didn't mean to get you pregnant, or-- and I can't really -- um." He tried to gather his thoughts. "Where is he? I mean, did you want me to meet him? I'd like to meet him. Though, maybe once I've figured out what I'd say to him."
Oh, Merlin. It was just as well the kid wasn't here, because his first impression of his father shouldn't involve slack-jawed confusion and shock. Which might have been fine if he was younger, but he was -- how old was he now? Almost four? -- old enough to understand emotions, at least on some level. And he'd grown up without a father, here in Germany, what was his life like? Kevin's mind took that train of thought and ran with it, trying to imagine it.