So...Nick was probably going to be mad.

But she did not know what to do! The man, the ministry official, he had knocked on the door and she'd answered it--fine, that was what happened when someone came to your house. But then he started asking for Nicholas, and when she told him he was not home, he did not believe her. So---so now he was in their living room, and---he was just standing there, right now, but Madeline did not know if he was doing some sort of magic or if he was...if he was...she did not know. All she knew was that she had taken up post in the doorway that led down to the nursery, where the babini were still sleeping. Thankfully.

"I have told you, he is not home," Madeleine said with an exhausted sigh, pacing in front of the hallway. The official scoffed and stood with his hands behind his back. She did not know if Nick had done something wrong or was in trouble or--he had not said there would be someone coming and---"I will tell him you came, I will take down a message--"

"That will not be necessary," he snapped, turning toward her with a fierce glare. Madeline's shoulders squared and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"No! You need to--go, I am not comfortable with this when my husband is not home--"

"Well, that's too bloody bad, muggle!"

"What is--muggle?"

They'd given him permission to take the kid home.

He was going to be sick.

Noah was nearly doubled over, head between his legs as he tried not to puke. They hadn't sent the baby (The Baby---he needed a name, hell--) to the orphanage yet, and he didn't know the details, just that...that there would be papers, and since he was abandoned it...God, he had no idea, but he was going to take him home.

Having absolutely no solid reason why he was doing this, why he had decided he was ready to be a father, Noah let out a groan and sat back, dropping his head against the wall of the waiting room. His brother had made due with his promise and had joined him in the hospital, and Noah supposed he should be thanking him, but the reason he'd asked Martin over was to calm his nerves, and it didn't seem to be working.

"They're gonna say I have to give him back---" he let out in a worried tone, slouching low in the seat. "They're gonna--think I'm some----nutjob."

Noah winced automatically, knowing that an agreeing insult would be slung. Right now, he was not in the right state of mind to compete intellectually with Martin...with was terrifying in and of itself.