Chapter 1
A little bundle of joy
Sirius is curled up in his bed, at least four pillows behind his back, little curls falling in his face. He’s only recently realized that he probably should have waited to get a haircut until after the weather was warm again, because the back of his head always feels so damn cold and Remus should honestly probably take up stock in Winter hats, he’s bought so many for Sirius. On the plus side, Remus loves Sirius’s new hair, and Dilan looks so much like Remus that it makes Sirius happy that he and his son at least have the same haircut.
It’s December, he’s just finished his chores, and he’s trying to read. It’s the first time in months that he’s been able to read a book that isn’t for toddlers or work. Technically, he had promised Remus he would take a nap, at least try to get some rest since the baby had kept him up all night kicking, but in what world should he waste this opportunity by sleeping through it ?? That’s just impractical, and he has a two-year-old; he’s mastered the fine art of functioning on minimal sleep. If Remus and Dilan come home early then he can either pretend to be asleep or just pout until he’s forgiven.
I say he’s trying to read, because for the past few minutes every time he gets to a particularly good part, the baby gives him a swift kick in the ribs. He’s not sure if his son is just as entertained as he is by the story, or if he’s reprimanding him because Sirius’s not doing what he said he would and his papa isn’t there to scold him.
At some point, the baby starts a kicking frenzy and Sirius has to groan and set his book down because he can’t even concentrate Jesus, he thought Dilan kicked hard, but this little twerp is insane.
“Fine !! I’ll go to sleep, Jesus !! You could at least be on my side until you’re born, you know considering we have to share everything,” Sirius huffs, and it’s only then that he sees Remus standing in the doorway, smirking as Dilam rests on his hip, confused as to why his mommy is shouting at his belly.
“Leave it to you to argue with an unborn baby,” Remus teases, leaning over to kiss Sirius before moving to sit on his side of the bed. Sirius can feel Remus’s smile against his lips, knows he’s smug because he caught Sirius red-handed, and Remus won the argument without having to say a word.
“It’s not my fault he’s a papa’s boy,” Sirius pouts, putting his book on the side table and moving to curl up next to Remus; he does his best to move with his huge stomach, but Remus has to meet him halfway. Dilan is crawling over to sit with his mommy without a second thought. “That’s right, at least I have you, don’t I baby??”
Sirius smiles as Dilan sits between his legs, nodding and clapping. “Momma got me !!” he tries to dive onto Sirius like he would Remus, but the big bump makes it hard, so instead he pokes and rubs at Sirius’s stomach curiously when he notices it move a little. His little eyebrows are scrunched together.
“What that ?!!” Dilan questions and Sirius and Remus shake their heads; he’s too damn adorable.
“That’s a baby, remember ?? Your little sibling in there,” Sirius tells him, taking Dilan’s little hand and moving it to where the baby has started kicking. Dilan gasps and his eyes go wide but he’s smiling. “Hey look Remus, he’s got that same dopey look that you do.”
Remus rolls his eyes and tells Sirius to shut up, but his smile never fades. He manages to take a few pictures of Sirius and Dilan in the meantime. At some point, Dilan decides to push back when the baby kicks, to play tag, and it’s sweet and cute until Dilan hits a little too hard. Sirius winces; the smack isn’t all that painful, just a little sting, but it’s loud and it scares all three of them.
Remus moves closer and takes Dilan’s hands in his so that he has to stop. “Dilan, no, you can’t be that rough baby. You gotta be careful with mommy right now.”
“I-I sorry,” there are already tears in the little boy’s eyes.
“Hey, hey come here, it’s okay. You didn’t mean it, c’mere,” Sirius knows that the second those tears fall, he’ll start crying too, and Remus doesn’t need to deal with a crying baby and a hormonal husband on his own.
With Remus’ help, Dilan moves to sit between them, frowning because he knows he messed up. “You just gotta be careful pumpkin,” Remus starts, squeezing his little hand. “Like with Uncle Regulus’ cat, you have to be gentle.”
“Gentle,” Dilan repeats back curiously, but then he thinks of his uncle and his face lights up like he’s suddenly remembered. “Kinny !! Soft Kinny !! be nice or get scratched,” he nods, proud of himself for remembering the rules. Sirius doesn’t ever want Dilan to learn the right way to say ‘kitty’, he’s too cute like this.
“That’s right baby, like with your uncle’s kitten. You’ve gotta be nice to mommy and your little sibling. You can play, but you can’t be too rough.”
Dilan looks at his mommy nervously before cautiously moving closer to the bump again, stroking his mommy’s belly lightly, like you would a kitten, and Sirius’ is pleasantly surprised when the baby finally starts to calm down. He lets out a content sigh and smiles when he feels his son’s soft lips kissing his stomach.
Sirius doesn’t even realize his eyes had fallen shut until he feels his son curling up next to him, tugging on his arm to try and get his attention. “Yes??” he raises a curious eyebrow, smiling as he sees that little look on his face; his son has come face to face with another mystery he’d like to uncover.
Dilan leans in close, and Sirius is already trying to keep himself from laughing because he knows his son is going to try and whisper, but he whispers like any child, it’s breathless and loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Momma…” he starts, and Sirius chances a glance at Remus. Remus seems just as clueless as Sirius in this situation, so he patiently waits for his son’s question. Dilan is known for asking ridiculous things, so they’re wondering if this will be another story to tell when they meet up with James and Lily for dinner that night. “is baby a kinny ??”
Sirius laughs so hard that he pees a little.