Monopoly and Child’s Play
pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)
a/n: this was a request from someone on Instagram and i loved it :D
“Sirius, hurry up and get out of the fucking shower, we’re going to be late,” Remus called, from the living room. Remus was sure that Sirius had heard him and yet, it still took another fifteen minutes before Sirius finally came into the living room.
“What took you so long?” Remus asked.
“Well maybe if you’d joined me I would’ve been quicker,” Sirius said.
“Why do I doubt that?” Remus said, taking his hand. “Come on, it’s late, they’ll be waiting for us.”
They grasped hands and Apparated into Godric’s Hollow. Remus pushed open the gate leading into Lily and James’ garden and knocked on the door.
“Why are you knocking?” Sirius asked. “Just go inside, it’s not locked.”
“You are aware that this is not our house, right?” Remus said.
“Oh, come on, Lily and James don’t care,” Sirius said. “I do it all the time.” Remus rolled his eyes just as James opened the door.
“Well, hello to you too,” James said. “I don’t think you’ve greeted me with an eye roll since 4th or 5th year.” Remus opened his mouth to apologise. “Relax, I’m just kidding. Come inside.” He stood back from the doorway and Remus and Sirius complied.
“Hey, Peter,” Remus said, seeing Peter sitting on the couch in the living room.
“So what did Sirius do this time?” James asked. Remus and Peter laughed and Sirius crossed his arms.
“I only told him that he didn’t have to knock,” Sirius said. “It’s not like I ever knock, I just walk in.”
“You know, Rem, he’s actually got a point there,” James said.
“Yeah, I don’t knock either,” Peter said.
“Fine, then I won’t knock, I guess,” Remus said. “Sorry we’re so late by the way. Somebody took forever and a day to wash his hair.” Remus shot a glance at Sirius.
“What are you talking about, you’re not late,” James said.
“Ah but they think they are,” Lily said, walking into the room with Harry.
“Uncle Padfoot! Uncle Moony!” Harry yelled excitedly, running up to them and hugging them.
“Hi, Prongslet,” Sirius said, crouching down and lifting Harry. “Wow, you’ve grown so much!” Harry giggled.
“You saw me yesterday,” he said.
“I know, and you’re already so much taller,” Sirius said, putting him down.
“Maybe you’re just shrinking, love,” Remus said, earning him a poke in the side. “Hey, Harry,” he added, ruffling Harry’s hair and hugging him.
“What, I don’t get a hug?” Peter said, standing up from the couch. Harry ran over to Peter and hugged him.
“Hi, Uncle Peter!” Harry said. Peter crouched down and gave him a high-five as Remus turned to Lily.
“Wait, what did you mean before?” he asked. “About us thinking that we’re late.”
“Well, since last time you two were so late we missed our reservation, I told you that our reservation is at 7 and that you should be here at 6:30. But our reservation is actually at 7:30 and since it’s 6:53 now, we’re going to leave exactly on time.” Sirius gasped dramatically.
“Evil genius,” he said.
“Well, normally yes,” Lily said, “but this wasn’t evil or genius, Sirius, I just know you too well.”
“Did you lie to Peter about the times as well?” Sirius asked.
“No,” she said.
“Yeah but Pads, unlike you I was actually on time,” Peter said. “I got here before you and you thought you were meant to be here half an hour ago.”
“That’s entirely missing the point,” Sirius said.
“What’s the point then?” Remus asked.
“That Lily has no faith in us!” Sirius said.
“That’s not true,” Lily countered. “I have faith in Remus. Just not you.”
“Moony,” Sirius pouted, “your friend is bullying me.”
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Harry said, running up to James and tugging his hand.
“Alright, buddy, you’re having dinner soon with your uncles but Mummy and I are going out,” James said.
“So you won’t tuck me in?” Harry asked. James looked so upset about the sadness in Harry’s voice that Sirius thought he was a second away from cancelling their dinner plans.
“Don’t worry, Prongslet,” he said, swooping in and crouching beside Harry, “me and Uncle Moony and Uncle Peter are here to tuck you in. And Mummy and Daddy will say good night after you’ve already gone to sleep.”
“Promise?” Harry asked, turning to Lily and James.
“We promise, sweetie,” Lily said. “Why don’t you go pick out a game from your room for you to play with your uncles after dinner?”
“Okay,” Harry said, excitedly, running up the stairs to his room.
“Don’t take it to heart, James,” Remus said. “He’ll forget he was even upset about it in a minute.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” James sighed.
“What time do you guys think you’ll be back?” Peter asked.
“Probably around nine-thirty,” Lily said.
“Okay,” Peter nodded, “I told you I can’t stay past eight right?” Lily and James nodded but Sirius spoke before either of them managed to say anything.
“You’re ditching us?” he said, gasping dramatically. “Wormtail, I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”
“Why do you have to go, Pete?” Remus asked.
“I’m having dinner with Amelia and her boyfriend,” Peter said.
“Oooo big step for him,” James said. “Meeting the girlfriend’s brother. Be nice to him, Wormy, he’s probably nervous.”
“Right because I was planning on being horrible,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’ll be nice. Unless he’s a dick. Then I’ll match his energy.”
“Seems reasonable,” Lily said. Then she checked her watch. “We should get going, Jamie,” she added as Harry came back down the stairs, a box in his hands.
“Okay well, Harry’s had a bath already,” James said. “Haven’t you, Harry?”
“Uncle Pads, look!” Harry said. “I’m wearing your pyjamas!” Sirius smiled. Last year, Sirius had bought Harry quidditch pyjamas (which were quite similar to the ones that James had bought for Harry when he was born) and they had come to be known as “Sirius’ pyjamas” in the Potter household.
“Yeah, they look great,” Sirius said, smiling at Harry. “I have excellent taste. Harry, if you ever need fashion advice come to me. Aunt Marlene can help as well. But not Uncle Moony. Remember that.”
“I find it ironic that you’re throwing shade at my fashion sense while you’re wearing my clothes,” Remus said. Sirius was, in fact, wearing one of Remus’ sweaters.
“Okay, as interesting as this conversation is,” Lily said sarcastically as Sirius opened his mouth to respond, “we really need to get going.”
“Yeah,” James said. “We’ve ordered pizzas — they’re on the kitchen counter — but you can make anything you like. Bed time’s at eight. Call if you need anything and—”
“Merlin, Prongs, we’ve been doing this at least once a week since Harry was born,” Sirius said. “You don’t have to go over it every single time.”
“Yeah, we know what to do,” Peter said. “Just go. We’ve got this.”
“Okay, okay,” James said. “Excuse me for being concerned for the safety of my child.”
“What do you have to be concerned about?” Sirius said. “He’s with us.”
“That is exactly what I’m concerned about,” James muttered. He crouched down to Harry’s height. “Bye, Prongs Jr,” he said as he hugged Harry. “Be good.”
“I’m always good, Daddy,” Harry said.
“I know,” James said, kissing his head. “Bye-bye.”
“Bye, Harry,” Lily said, kissing his head as well. “We love you.”
“Bye Mummy, bye Daddy!” Harry waved at them as they walked out the door and then hurried to the window to watch them Disapparate like he did every time. As soon as they were gone, Harry turned back to his uncles.
“Okay, then,” Sirius says. “Let’s go get pizza.”
“Yay, pizza!” Harry says, running into the kitchen. Remus, Sirius and Peter follow him and find two pizza boxes stacked on top of each other on the kitchen counter.
“Damn, Prongs didn’t get one with pineapple on it,” Peter says, checking the boxes.
“That’s because he’s not Satan,” Remus says.
“Uncle Moony, what’s a satan?” Harry asks, sitting down at the kitchen table.
“That, Harry, is a story for another time,” Remus says. “Which pizza do you want, plain or olives?”
“Olives,” Harry says.
“What’s the magic word?” Remus asks. Sirius raises an eyebrow at him.
“Please,” Harry says and Remus puts the plate with a slice of pizza in front of him. “Thank you.”
“What?” Sirius says. “That’s not a magic word.”
“Sirius, we’ve explained this to you a million times,” Peter says. “It’s a muggle expression. People use it to teach kids manners.”
“But why would you call it a magic word when it isn’t one?” Sirius asks.
“‘Please’ is a magic word,” Harry says. “That’s what Mummy said.”
“And she’s right,” Remus says. “Jesus, Sirius, stop trying to undo the kid’s education.”
“Okay, okay, I’m shutting up,” Sirius says, taking a bite of pizza.
“Alright Harry, what do you want to do?” Sirius asked once they’d finished eating.
“Play monopoly!” Harry said.
“Play… what?” Sirius asked. Remus smiled.
“Monopoly,” he said. “It’s a muggle board game. Harry, do you know how to play?”
“Yeah, Mummy taught me yesterday,” Harry said.
“Yeah, your mum and I used to play all the time at Hogwarts,” Remus said.
“Excuse me,” Sirius said. “You played without me?”
“We invited you!” Remus exclaimed. “You watched us play once, remember?”
“Oh, it’s that game with the colourful money?”
“Yeah. Come on, it’s fun. Harry and I will teach you, won’t we, Harry?”
“Yeah, come on Uncle Pads,” Harry said.
“Pete, come, we’re playing monopoly,” Remus called to Peter who had gone to throw the empty pizza boxes in the large bin outside.
“Coming,” Peter called back, closing the door behind him.
“I played today with Mummy and Daddy,” Harry said, sitting cross-legged next to the board as Remus started setting up the games and handing out money.
“Mummy,” Harry said. “Daddy’s really bad at it but Mummy is the best.”
“Prongs is bad at this, is he,” Sirius says smirking. “I’ll be sure to remember that. I thought you said there’s colourful money,” Sirius added to Remus.
“There usually is,” Remus said. Peter looked at the box.
“This is the junior version,” he said. “So each bill is worth one pound… or galleon to you, I suppose. Basically, it means less math. Which is good for you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m dumb, we know,” Sirius said. “So how do you play?”
“Basically you’re trying to buy as many properties as possible but not go bankrupt,” Remus explains, “and the person with the most money at the end wins.”
Thirty minutes and many fake purchases later, Sirius went bankrupt and Harry beat Remus by five galleons and Peter by seventeen galleons (as they had referred to the currency for Sirius’ convenience).
“I won,” Harry said excitedly. “I beat all of you.”
“Yeah, well done, Harry,” Sirius said.
“You’re really good at this game,” Remus said.
“Yeah, you managed to beat Uncle Moony,” Peter said. “You’ve achieved the impossible.” Remus rolled his eyes and then he checked his watch.
“Okay, Harry, it’s bedtime now,” he said.
“But I’m not tired,” Harry said, jumping to his feet. “I want to ride my broom.”
“You can ride your broom tomorrow, Harry,” Sirius said. “It’s time to go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” Harry whined.
“If you go to bed now, Uncle Moony will read you a bedtime story,” Sirius said.
“He will?” Remus said, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah,” Sirius said. “Right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Remus shrugged.
“Okay,” Harry said.
“Good,” Sirius said, kissing the top of his head. “Now go brush your teeth first, okay?”
“Okay, Uncle Pads,” Harry said, running up the stairs.
“I can’t believe you lost,” Sirius said, slipping his arm around Remus’ waist.
“Yeah, Remus, you damaged your whole reputation just now,” Peter said.
“And he was like… normal about it,” Sirius added.
“That’s because I let him win,” Remus said, “too bad you can’t say the same.”
“How would you know? Maybe I did let him win,” Sirius said, as they stood up and walked towards the staircase, arms still around each other.
“Well, did you?”
“I could have.”
“Okay, babe, whatever you say,” Remus said.
“Okay, I have to go bully my sister’s boyfriend now,” Peter sighed.
“Are you gonna come say goodnight to Harry before you leave?” Remus asked.
“Yeah,” Peter said. He grabbed his jacket from the couch and they went into Harry’s room and waited for a minute for Harry to finish brushing his teeth.
“Did you brush properly?” Remus asked.
“Yeah, I brushed all of my teeth, even the wiggly tooth,” Harry said.
“Good,” Sirius said. “Now get into bed and Uncle Peter will tuck you in before he has to go.” Harry crawled into his bed and Peter kissed his forehead.
“Bye-bye, Uncle Peter,” Harry said, hugging him.
“Good night, Harry,” Peter said. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Harry giggled.
“Bye, guys,” Peter said.
“See you, Wormy.”
“Story time!” Harry said once Peter had closed the door.
“Which story do you want?” Remus asked. Sirius lay down next to Harry in the bed.
“Babbitty Rabbitty!” Harry said. Remus found The Tales of Beedle the Bard on the shelf and lay down on Harry’s other side.
“Babbitty Rabbitty and Her Cackling Stump,” Remus read. “A long time ago, in a far-off land, there lived a foolish king who decided that he alone should have the power of magic…” Remus kept reading the book, slowing down every time Harry and Sirius said that he was reading too fast for them to understand a word. Harry was lying against Remus and made him stop every time there was a photo on the page; Remus would give Harry the book and Harry would examine every photo closely, just as he did with every story that anyone had ever read him.
“Look, you can see her tiny little eyes inside the tree stump,” he said. “Because she’s hiding.” And Sirius and Remus, despite having heard this at least thirty times before, pretended to be enthusiastic about this finding. Then Harry would give the book back to Remus and ask him to keep reading.
“Babbitty hopped out of the grounds and far away, and ever after a gold statue of the washerwoman stood upon the tree stump, and no witch or wizard was ever persecuted again.” Remus finished and closed the book. He looked over at Sirius and Harry; they both had their eyes closed, on the brink of falling asleep if they hadn’t already. Remus quietly left the room, got Lily’s camera from her and James’ room and took a photo of them together. Godfather and godson.
“Good night, Harry,” he whispered, kissing his forehead. He leaned over and lightly kissed Sirius’ lips. “Are you awake, love?”
“Yeah,” Sirius whispered, nodding. He rubbed his eyes. “I’m coming.” He kissed the top of Harry’s head and carefully climbed out of the bed.
They quietly left the room, closed the door behind them and went downstairs. Sirius lay down on Remus’ lap, pressing his face into Remus’ abdomen.
“Tired?” Remus asked, running his fingers through his husband’s hair.
“Yeah,” Sirius said, looking up at him.
“It’s not even eight-thirty yet.”
“Yeah, I know but I’m still tired,” Sirius said. “Read me something? Please?”
“What, Babbitty Rabbitty?” Remus teased. “Or maybe you’d prefer The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.”
“I don’t mind,” Sirius shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“Well, I know Lily’s been rereading the Sherlock Holmes books again, so she probably has them somewhere around here,” Remus scanned the living room and spotted the book on the coffee table. Sirius reached out to get it, nearly falling off the couch as he did so. “Any story in particular that you want?”
“Whichever one is your favourite.”
“I’m kind of tempted to pick The Final Problem,” Remus said. “But I won’t do that to you. Okay, I’m giving you three options to choose from: The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton, The Adventure of the Dying Detective or The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot.”
“Moony, why do you like it when characters die?” Sirius asked, making Remus laugh. “I don’t care, just not the dying detective one.”
“He doesn’t actually— you know what, fine then. Charles Augustus Milverton it is,” Remus said. He opened the book carefully so that Lily’s bookmark wouldn’t fall out, flipped to the right page and began to read. “It is years since the incident of which I speak took place, and yet it is with diffidence that I allude to them…” As Remus read, he ran his fingers through Sirius’ hair, playing with it, curling it around his finger. Sirius traced circles on Remus’ thigh, sometimes closing his eyes. Once, he pulled up the hem of Remus’ shirt slightly and pressed his lips to the bare skin above the waistband of Remus’ jeans, at which point Remus inhaled sharply and stumbled over the words he was reading and Sirius smirked.
“My eyes met those of Holmes, and he put his finger to his lips as we turned away from the window.” Remus looked down at Sirius when he finished. “Well?” he asked.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think it’s really fucking gay.”
“Surprise, surprise,” Remus said, laughing. “But yeah no, it’s definitely gay. If you think that’s gay, you should read the Devil’s Foot, that was a really good one.”
“Then let’s read that one.”
“Maybe later,” Remus said. “My throat is kind of sore from all the reading. I’m going to make tea, d’you want some?”
“Yeah, I’ll come with you,” Sirius said. They made the tea, boiled the water with magic and returned to the living room.
Sirius stretched his legs out over Remus’ lap and dropped his head on Remus’ shoulder. They sit quietly for a few moments, sipping tea.
“Look at this,” Remus said, putting his empty mug down on the coffee table and picking up Lily’s camera that he had left there. He turned it on and showed Sirius the photo of him and Harry. Sirius smiled.
“You’re really good with him, y’know,” Sirius said, glancing upstairs towards where Harry was sleeping.
“So are you,” Remus said, smiling at him. Sirius fiddled with his rings like he’s nervous. He looked like he was on the verge of saying something but wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it.
“What is it?” Remus asked. He lifted Sirius’ chin and kissed his forehead. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nah it’s nothing,” Sirius said, looking down. He was twisting his wedding band around.
“Pads,” Remus said. “What’s up?”
“Okay but you can’t freak out,” Sirius said. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is just a thought.”
“Okay?” Remus said, confused. “Sirius, what is it?” Sirius sat up, tucking his legs underneath him and looking at Remus.
“Lately,” he started slowly. “I’ve been thinking about… maybe… if you and I could… have our own baby.” Remus was silent for a moment, processing the words and their meaning. “We don’t have to,” Sirius added hurriedly. “I just thought… I mean I love taking care of Harry and spending time with him and I–I think you do too, so it made me think about it. But we don’t have to.”
“Sirius, I—” Remus started, “I’m sorry I just can’t see how this would work.”
“What do you mean?” Sirius asked.
“I mean…” Remus hesitated, “How am I supposed to take care of a baby? I can’t even take care of myself.”
“What are you talking about? You’re one of the most self-sufficient people I know, Rem,” Sirius said.
“Pads, I’m a werewolf,” Remus said. “If it weren’t for you, James and Peter, I probably would’ve been dead a long time ago.” Sirius shook his head.
“Don’t say that, Remus,” he said. “Don’t say that because it’s not true. You went through full moons by yourself for years before you met us.”
“But what would we do with a baby on full moons?” Remus said. “I’d be putting it at risk every month. What if something happens? And am I just supposed to leave you with the baby once a month?”
“Remus, first of all, even if you did have to leave me alone with the baby every full moon, so what?” Sirius said. “It’s not that different from me babysitting Harry alone. But that’s not going to happen anyway because I’m going to be with you for every full moon for the rest of your life, Rem. I’m not leaving you to transform alone.”
“What would do with the baby then?”
“I’m sure Lily and James wouldn’t mind watching the baby for one night a month. Or Peter or Marlene and Dorcas or any of our friends.”
“I— yeah I suppose that’s true,” Remus said considering it.
“Look, Rem, the only question here is whether you want to do this or not?” Sirius said. “Do you want to have a baby?”
“I want to but—”
“Then there is no ‘but’ Remus,” Sirius said. “If you want to have a baby then the rest will work itself out.”
“I want to,” Remus said. Everything that could go wrong flashed through his head: full moons and child care and parenting and he’ll probably be a terrible father and the financial aspect, not to mention the technical question of how they would even do it. But despite all this Remus found himself wanting this. He wants to have a baby. And Sirius is right; they’ll figure it out. Together. “I want to have a baby with you, Sirius.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Remus said. “Yes, I am.”
“So we’re gonna do it?” Sirius asked. “We’re having a baby?”
“We’re having a baby,” Remus nodded.
“Oh my god,” Sirius said, hugging Remus. “Oh my god, I love you.” Sirius’ arms remain wrapped around Remus’ neck as he kisses him. “I love you so much,” Sirius said before leaning in to kiss Remus again.
“I love you too,” Remus said into Sirius’ mouth. Sirius’ legs slid out from underneath him and he wrapped them around Remus’ waist. He’s practically sitting in Remus’ lap now, hands cupping Remus’ face as he slides his tongue into Remus’ open mouth.
Just then, the door opened and James and Lily came in.
“Oh Merlin, did we have to ask Peter to stay to supervise you two as well?” James said at the same time that Lily pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Every fucking time.”
Remus and Sirius broke apart but Remus couldn’t keep the smile off his face, even as Sirius slid off his lap. Sirius’ eyes were teary and he wiped them.
“You’re crying?” James asked. “What happened?”
“Should I tell them?” Remus asked, turning to Sirius.
“Tell us what?” Lily asked hurriedly.
“I wanted to tell them,” Sirius said, pouting.
“Tell us what?!” James said.
“Quiet, Prongs, your child is sleeping,” Sirius said.
“Then fucking tell us already!” James said. Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance.
“We’re going to have a baby,” they said at the same time. James’ eyes widened and Lily clapped her hands to her mouth.
“Oh my god, you guys that’s amazing,” Lily said, running over and hugging them both. “When did you decide this?”
“Like two minutes ago,” Remus laughed.
“This is huge!” James said, hugging them too. “You guys are gonna be parents. Oh, oh, I call godfather!”
“You can’t call godfather,” Sirius said. “What about Peter?”
“You called godfather when we told you Lily was pregnant with Harry,” James pointed out. “Wait, does Peter know?”
“No, he left at eight,” Sirius said. “We were literally just talking about it when you walked in.”
“Really? Because I didn’t see much talking going on,” James said. “I mean, I know you want to have a baby but you know that’s not how it works for you guys.”
“Oh fuck you,” Sirius said as Remus rolled his eyes and Lily laughed.
“Do you know how you’re going to do it?” Lily asked.
“I–I haven’t really thought about it,” Remus said.
“I have,” Sirius said. Remus gave him a look. “What? I think about stuff.”
“You do?” Lily asked. “Are you sure about that?”
“I know, I was surprised too,” Remus said. “Okay, okay, so what were you thinking?” Remus asked as they sat down on the couch.
“Well our options are adoption and surrogacy,” Sirius said. “But each of those has a bunch of sub-categories for us to choose from as well. Like public, private or international adoption and different ways for the surrogate to get pregnant. It’s… a lot. And it’s a long process.”
“But it’ll be worth it,” Remus said, taking his hand.
“Yeah,” Sirius said, smiling. “We have a lot to think about though.”
“That’s okay,” Remus said. “We’ll do some research; we’ll figure it out. Just like you said.”
“Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” Lily said.
“Thanks,” Sirius said, giving her a one-armed hug.
“How was Harry, by the way?” she asked.
“He was fine,” Remus said. “He didn’t want to go to bed but then Sirius volunteered me to read a bedtime story so he agreed.”
“And he ate dinner and brushed his teeth and everything?” James asked.
“Of course, Prongs, what do you take us for?” Sirius said. “Have we ever not given Harry food in all of the years that we’ve been babysitting him?”
“So nice of you to have faith in us,” Remus added.
“I do have faith in you, I just—”
“Relax, James, it’s fine,” Sirius said. “We know.” James nodded and there was silence for a moment.
“You know, I learnt something today,” Remus said.
“What’s that?” Lily asked.
“Both James and Sirius are really bad at monopoly,” he said, smirking.
“I’m not bad at monopoly!” James said.
“Potter, you lost to Harry,” Lily said. “A five-year-old.”
“I let him win,” James insisted. “You know, like a good parent.” Lily shrugged, unmoved.
“The sooner he learns that losing is part of life, the better,” she said. “Otherwise, he might end up like his dad who refuses to admit that he lost a game of monopoly.”
“Cause you’re just so great at admitting you lost,” he said sarcastically.
“You don’t need to know how to lose if you never lose,” she said. James looks like he wants to reply but Remus gets there first.
“Okay, okay I have an idea,” he said. “If you say that you lost because you were going easy on Harry then let’s play one round now, just the four of us. Then you don’t have to go easy on anyone and me and Lily can prove that we’re right.”
“You’re on,” Sirius said. “Two teams, me and James against you two.”
“You’re practically begging to lose,” Lily laughed. “Deal. Let’s play.”
So they picked their players and began the game. And, to nobody’s great surprise, Lily and Remus won by a landslide.
“What excuses are you gonna give now?” Lily teased.
“Oh I have one,” Sirius said. “It’s not our fault that we were challenged to a game of monopoly by two mental geniuses.”
“You’re the one who challenged us,” Remus said. “But I will accept that excuse seeing as it’s 100% right.”
Sirius dropped his head on James’ shoulder and closed his eyes.
“I’m tired,” he whined.
“You guys wanna crash on the couch?” James asked.
“Nah, we’ll go home,” Remus said.
“Yeah,” Sirius nodded, forcing his eyes open and standing up. “But we’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
“Sirius, you won’t be awake tomorrow morning,” Lily said. “We’ll see you around lunch.”
“You really do know us too well,” Remus said, standing up as well. “See you tomorrow,” he added, kissing Lily’s cheek.
“Yep,” James said, kissing the top of Sirius’ head because Sirius was short enough that everybody could do that.
“Not on my fucking hair, James!” Sirius said for the twenty-millionth time.
“I do it just for that reaction,” James said, laughing. Sirius pointed the middle finger at James.
“Bye,” he said. He took Remus’ hand and grasped it tightly.
“Bye,” they heard Lily and James say a moment before they apparated back to their living room.
“I’m going to bed,” Sirius said. “You coming?”
“I have to shower first,” Remus said. “But I’ll be quick.” True to his word, Remus was in bed with Sirius less than ten minutes later.
“See, that is a quick shower,” Remus said.
“Well, I like long showers okay,” Sirius said.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Remus asked. “I thought you said you were tired.”
“I am,” Sirius said, snuggling up against him, “but I was waiting for you.”
“Well, I’m here now,” Remus said, brushing his lips against Sirius’ temple.
“Did you mean what you said before?”
“What did I say before?”
“About having a baby.”
“Oh,” Remus said. “Yes. Yeah, of course I did.”
“You’re not…” Sirius hesitated, biting his lip, “you’re not just doing it because I asked? I don’t want to force you—”
“You’re not,” Remus said hurriedly. “I swear, Sirius, you’re not. I really do want this. I was just…”
“I know,” Sirius said, finding Remus’ hand under the blanket and squeezing it. Remus nodded.
“But I think you’re right,” he said.
“Well, that’s a first,” Sirius said. Remus laughed.
“Come on, I’m being—” Remus caught himself a moment before he said ‘serious’. “I’m being… genuine?”
“You could’ve just let me make the pun y’know,” Sirius said.
“Never,” Remus said. “Never again.” He waited for a moment. “Really, though. I think you’re right. As long as we both want this, we can make it work. And I do want to have a baby with you. So I think… I believe you. I think this will work.”
“Have a told you I love you?” Sirius said, kissing him.
“Too many times,” Remus laughed.
“Impossible,” Sirius said, pulling Remus towards him and pressing their lips together.
Remus meant every word he said to Sirius. He wanted to have a baby and he really believed that they could do it. That they could raise a kid. If James and Lily could do it how hard could it be? And the knowledge that they were going to do this, that he was going to start something new albeit slightly terrifying with Sirius, made that kiss all the more exciting.
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