Based on @xxcelestialxoxo headcannon
@themanfromeire @yourmom-isgay (thank you for holding me accountable)
also i’m sorry for any mistakes this wasn’t proofread at all in fear i would get writing dysmorphia and delete it all so bare with me
“Harry, let’s go!” James said, kissing his husband on the cheek and grabbing Harry’s breakfast, which he’ll eat in the car.
Harry, who was incredibly small for his age, and just silly, had a piece of toast stuffed in his big cheeks.
Regulus kissed him back, and gave a small hug to Harry.
James picked Harry up, and put him in his car seat. “You going to have a good day?” James asked Harry as they were driving there.
“Yep!” Harry said, clapping his hand. James couldn’t tell if he was excited or if he was signing. They were trying to teach Harry sign because Remus was deaf, and they wanted them to be able to communicate.
Harry smiled, so James assumed it meant excited. They drove, with James looking back at Harry to make sure he was ok every few minutes.
“What’re you going to do today, Bud?” James asked, smiling at Harry in the mirror.
“Draw. Today we’re learning how to use watercolors!” Harry said.
“That’s good. Maybe now you won’t always be making a mess when you use Papas’.” James teased.
Harry, at the bright age of 6, let out a distinctly teenager sound. James smiled at him and continued to drive.
Eventually, they got to the school, in which James got Harry out of the car and put his school bag on his back.
James held Harry’s hand all the way to the door, where there was a plethora of parents waiting for their kids to be let in.
James was no stranger to being flirted with, nor did he engage with it, so today was no different. A mom left her son with another mom and sauntered over to James. “I can’t get over how cute Harry is! He matches his father!” She said, winking.
James smiled politely. “He’s just like his mum. Of course, he spends every other week at her house. She’s influenced him quite a bit. I’d rather him be like her than me I suppose.”
“I bet you were a little troublemaker growing up.”
James nodded and started to say that he was, in fact a troublemaker, when they all got let in.
And that was the routine.
Every morning, he got up, drove Harry, had a;
“Look how darling you two are together. It’d be nice to get a little dinner together to talk about them, right?” Another mom had asked James.
James really needed to start appreciating Bells more often. They saved him too much.
He smiled apologetically and waved Harry inside.
Every morning.
Wake up
Get Harry
Drive him
Get flirted with
Smile politely
Leave.
Every morning.
Until, he got sick at some point. It wasn’t anything too dreadful, just the flu. His nose was red and he was pretty congested.
Regulus kissed his forehead, which was burning up. “I’ll take Harry today, love. Then i’ll be back to take care of you.”
“Ok, love you.” James said, rather sleepily.
“I love you too.”
So Regulus got Harry in the car, drove there, and waited to be let in.
A mom came up to him with a confused, and almost hateful look in her eyes. “Where James.” She asked, though it sounded more like a cold statement.
“Ah, he’s sick.”
“With what.”
“The flu.” Regulus said simply.
“And who are you?” The mom asked harshly.
“Sorry?” Regulus asked, confused.
“Who are you?” The mom repeated, her voice more aggressive.
“Regulus?” He said, though it came out as more of a question.
“Are you his brother?” The mom asked Regulus, her arms crossed on her chest.
“Who’s?” Regulus was terribly confused.
“James’s.”
Regulus thought before letting out a started laugh. “Me? No. I’m his husband.”
The mom looked positively offended, scoffing away from both Harry and Regulus.
Harry looked up at Regulus with big confused eyes, to which Regulus shrugged.
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