stories
Harry was curled into bed, listening to his dads tell stories. Fairytales, old school stories, dates they went on, anything they could remember. Harry would laugh and giggle at everything, grinning brightly as his eyes helplessly tried to shut, much to his dismay. James and Regulus slowly made their way to tuck Harry in, slyly encouraging him to let himself sleep.
As Harry’s eyes close once more, finally staying shut, they snuck out of the room with stifled giggles, like little children trying not to get caught doing something they shouldn’t be. They crept into the kitchen, James immediately busying himself with tea, careful to be quiet and stopping dead in his tracks at the smallest of noises. The chink of a mug being placed down, the soft clatter of a spoon as it falls into the mug, the soft gushing noises of the water being poured from the kettle. Soon enough, however, he had set the mug in front of Regulus, exactly as he likes his tea, only to be met with an adoring smile from his husband as Regulus stared at him like he hung the stars.
This happens almost daily. James would get Regulus his favorite treat, or flowers, or make him a cup of coffee or tea, and Regulus would look absolutely amazed that James could be with “someone like him”, to which James rapidly disputes with kisses and words of affirmation.
“You’re so amazing,” Regulus whispers over his mug, slowly sipping the tea as James cleans up and gets them ready for bed, continuing to pamper Regulus all the way into sleep.