Remus
Three months into his stay Sirius decided we needed to have a picnic. I knew we had a lake on the property so I guided him towards a small flat spot where we could enjoy a lunch. It was a little cliff just a foot above the water and under a large tree so we had plenty of shade on the summer day.
He was wearing his normal clothes, though where he normally had his shirt tucked in it was unbuttoned and loose, allowing me to see his white undershirt tucked into his trousers. His hair was once again in a loose ponytail but this time far less messy than that morning.
“Oh you sure know how to pick them big guy.” He laughed as he carried my son onto the cliff. I had gone out in the morning and set up the blanket so without hesitation he sat down and leaned into the trunk of the tree. Teddy babbled happily as he changed his eyes again to look like both of ours.
“He really likes doing that. I wonder if he loves his Paddy so much that it will become a permanent thing.” I laughed as I rested my cane on the tree and the food basket on the blanket. He looked up at me and smiled, my heart did a twirl.
“I wouldn’t hope that, what if I’m not a permanent thing? Then it’s a constant reminder of me until he forgets it.” Sirius’s smile turned into a soft frown. I sat down next to him and brought both of them into a hug. I made sure to brush my hand up and down his back.
“As much as I would like to say I’m a wishful thinker, I’m not. So I will just say, we can only hope. Yeah?” I brushed the few strands of hair that fell on his face back and gave him a short smile before I moved to unload our lunch from the basket.
“Right Teddy, stay close to papa and I.” Sirius pulled out his wand and set up a magical border around the cliff so that he didn’t crawl off into the water. Teddy got quick to crawl around, very happy to explore.
“So I was thinking, you speak French, I speak Welsh, what if we taught each other? So you could teach me French and vice versa. We both can teach Teddy, he is half French so it would work.” I handed him a sandwich.
“You want to learn French?” He paused while holding the sandwich. He had his head tilted and honestly I couldn’t help but smile at how innocent it looked.
“Yeah.” I breathed out watching him with content. He smiled and started to unwrap his sandwich. I lingered on him for a moment before I turned to watch my son as he crawled around, probably so happy it would be easy to tire him out for his nap by the time we left back for the castle. “I’d like that.”
“Good, we can start tomorrow. And as a reward you get to pick out what you teach me in Welsh.” He squeezed my thigh and I bit into my sandwich a bit too rough to muffle the horrible growl I had let out.
“Of course, anything you would like. Fy seren fach ffycin.” I hummed as sweetly as I could. Images of what he would look like being fucked into my desk flashed over my mind and I quickly prayed to Merlin to clean myself of the thoughts. Instead I decided to enjoy the way my son played in the afternoon sun. I ignored the fact that in only three months I had become whipped for the man who lost everything.