It was morning in the Lupin household in a homey cottage not far from the sea in Beaumaris. Remus Lupin had been awake since about eight that morning and was just waking his nephew from sleep. Harry Potter was sleeping in his butter yellow bedroom, sound asleep. His five-year-old body had been tired out yesterday from playing with his cousin, Teddy. Remus gently woke the sleeping boy by whispering to him and gently shaking him, "Harry it's time to get up. Don't wake your cousin, cub. He's only just gone to sleep."
Harry gently woke up and yawned sleepily, rubbing his green eyes as he asked softly, "I won't, Uncle Moony. Where's Uncle Padfoot?"
The dark blond haired man smiled softly at him and stroked his hair gently, "Downstairs making breakfast, Harry. Let's get you dressed, hm?" Remus went to the small boy's wardrobe and got some clothes out for him, picking out a pair of blue jeans, a red and yellow t-shirt and comfortable loafer like slippers with a vest and underpants. He helped the small boy get dressed after he showered him. Once Harry was dressed, he and Remus went downstairs.
Which is where Sirius was cooking breakfast of omelettes with bacon and sausage, orange juice and grapes with a messy, falling bun in his hair. He grinned upon seeing his husband and placed a kiss on his cheek in greeting him and Harry, ruffling the small boy's hair, "Hello agan, gorgeous. Hey kiddo."
Harry giggled a bit and went to go sit down on a small footstool and playing with the toys that had been tidied away since yesterday.
Remus kissed his cheek in return and smiled, "Hello to you too, handsome. I'll get tea?"
Sirius nodded, turning the oven off with his wand, “Nice one, thanks love. I'll get Harry's chair."
His husband kissed his lips quickly and put the kettle on, getting two cups and brewing tea and coffee for the both of them.
The dog Animagus went to the cupboard under the stairs to get Harry's highchair. The boy was still quite small from his short few years in the Dursley's care, when Sirius had been clearing his name with the help of his husband, who had both been furious at their godson and honorary nephew being treated like shit. Dumbledore would have had a fit if he had cared to chek up on the boy, but knowing about the blood wards Lily had set in place at her sister’s house, rubbish in the Animagus’ honest opinion, was outsmarted by his brilliant werewolf. Magic couldn’t tell the difference between blood, and being bonded as pack mates to a werewolf, so the little boy was safe with them.
Harry tilted his head and curiously asked his uncle, "Uncle Padfoot, when will Teddy be awake?" He loved playing with his little cousin, since life was a great deal better for him here than it had ever been at the Dursleys. He couldn’t wait to play with his cousin, and find out what they’d be doing today.
Sirius chuckled at his question and set up the highchair, picking the emerald eyed toddler up and putting him into his highchair, "Soon probably, fawn."
Harry grinned at the nickname, a huge cheesy grin as he had been told stories of the Mauraders for the three years he had been with the Lupins. Thanks to the blond, they hadn’t only been far-fetched stories of glory days, even though to this day, the werewolf was quite the mischief manager himself, he did make sure that the young Potter knew other things as well, like how his mother had been determined to turn down his father, how they had pranked a mean man called Severus, and also how important books were, not just to read to pass time, but to figure things out with too, like spells for pranking.
As if on cue, a wailing cry could be heard from Teddy's nursery upstairs, right next to his parent’s room.
Sirius walked over to his husband and stroked his cheek before saying, "I'll go get him. You feed Harry, alright love?"
Remus smiled gratefully, having been up most of last night with the one-year-old boy they had been blessed with by a spell they had found in an old book, thanking Merlin for their chance to raise a child, which his husband had graciously carried and brought into the world at St. Mungo’s. Remus kissed his cheek, gently putting some of Sirius' hair behind his ear, "Thank you, my shining star." Which he was given a silly grin for calling his husband.
Sirius came back with a quietened little black haired boy while his husband was cutting up omelette, bacon and sausage into smaller pieces for the five-year-old to munch on. Harry happily ate his breakfast, Remus pouring him a glass of orange juice while he drank his tea.
There was coffee waiting for Sirius. He sat down sideways on the chair so he could sit Teddy on his knee and thigh while he drank the coffee.
The little boy reached for the black mug and Remus chuckled, “So, he’ll be a coffee drinker like his dad?” he fondly smiled, knowing his mate would realise he was teasing.
Sirius smirked and kissed the little boy’s head, “A chip off the old block, eh Moony? I wonder if he’ll wear long sexy cardigans like his papa?”
Remus blushed a bit, but replied fondly, teasing him again, “No, I think that’ll be Harry. This one looks to be the kind to wear leather, don’t you think?”
Sirius smiled warmly down at the little boy who looked mostly like Remus but with his hair, “Remy, love…I know it’s early days yet, but do you think they’ll be straight?” he was genuinely curious.
Remus snorted, almost spitting out his mouthful of tea and smirked a bit while looking at Sirius, “With us as parents? No sweetheart, I don’t think either of these lovely boys will be straight.”
The shorter man grinned, “You make a fair point, love. So… think we’ve got some Gryffindors on our hands or…?” he trailled off, looking curiously at his husband’s handsome face, wondering if their son and nephew would keep the Gryffindor tradition going strong.
Remus smirked fully at him now and replied smugly, “I think Harry might just be a little snake and I think our Teddy’s probably a Hufflepuff so, no, to answer your question, my mate.”
Sirius looked scandalised and put the coffee down, placing a hand on his chest, “Why must you hurt me so, gorgeous? Imagine, a Potter in Slytherin. James would lose his shit completely…if he were here.” He added sadly.
Remus placed a hand on his shoulder, taking the now sleeping black haired boy from his arms and placing him in the bassinet on the floor. He took his husband’s hands in his, “And Lily would likely be telling him to shut up or calm down because she was almost a Slytherin.”
Sirius bit his lip as he chuckled, “Yeah… Sometimes, Remy love, I...I just can’t believe they’re gone.” he looked down at his shoes.
Remus squeezed his hands, “Neither can I, sweetheart. I miss them as much as you do. Come on, my mate, you need to eat something.”
Sirius smirked a bit, it was no secret amongst the two of them that ever since he had found out that he was Remus’ mate, he adored being called such something drastic, taking pride in the claw mark on his ankle that no one seemed to have noticed over the years, having been there since birth, but only glowing when accidentally touched by the blond during their first flying lesson at Hogwarts in second year, the wolf having missed the first one due to a full moon that night. He took this moment to tease his husband a little, careful neither of the children could hear him, “But what if I don’t want to? Are you going to tell me what to do, my alpha? You know I love it when you do that, darling.”
Remus let out a small huffed growl as he shuddered at being called that, it was a title he hadn’t been given since his days at Hogwarts with the other three Mauraders. “Sirius Orion Lupin, don’t use that term lightly.” he whispered back, warning his husband, his voice hard on the word ‘don’t’.
Sirius’ arms were covered with goosebumps at his tone but nipped his ear and playfully replied, his breath tickling the blond’s neck, “You’re my husband now, make me.” He had always been defiant, it was in his nature, but playing it up a little tended to make his husband go all dominant and wolfish on him, which he couldn’t control adoring, since it was a part of the man he loved, after all.
Remus smiled sweetly at him, a dangerous amount of gold in his eyes, showing his wolf clear as day on the surface. He spoke to their nephew gently, “Har, will you go and colour in the front room while Teddy sleeps?”
Harry grinned at being told he could go colour, since he loved to draw and colour all sorts of pictures for his uncles, “Yes, Uncle Moony. Can I bring him with me? I promise not to wake him.” he pleased.
Remus smiled, “Of course, fawn. I know that you’re very careful with him. Good boy, off you go.” he nodded as the two boys went to the sitting room.
Harry nodded and carefully dragged the bassinet into the sitting room.
He turned to face his husband and without so much as a lick of warning, kissed him hungrily on the mouth, surprising Sirius quite a bit, but he certainly wasn’t complaining and crashed his mouth against his husband’s with equal passion. Remus bit down on his lip, hands wandering under the loose-fitting Queen t-shirt that his mate wore.
Sirius shivered and opened his mouth happily, glad that Remus was pulling the reigns, or rather, the lead, since he was a dog, after all. Remus shoved his tongue into Sirius’ mouth and let it wander all around his mouth. Sirius moaned at this and held him tightly by the hips.
The werewolf broke the kiss shortly afterwards and whispered into his ear, “That was a warning not to call me an alpha.” he growled a bit and then whispered softly with a playful tone, “Not unless you are willing to be my omega.”
Sirius smiled softly at him, stroking his cheek gently, “Darling, I’ve been your omega since 1973, when we started dating.”
Remus smiled, a at him, remembering that year well, letting a contented little yip escape his throat without realising, only knowing he had made it when he heard it.
Sirius grinned as he whispered, “Aw, that’s so cute. I love that noise.” he teased him with impish glee in his eyes
Remus blushed, even after their years of being married, confirmation of love turned him into a pile of goo, possessive werewolf or not, so he kissed him sweetly on the lips with love before pulling away.
Sirius got up and got the omelettes from the top of the cooker and placed them down on the table with sausages and bacon for them. He kissed his husband’s cheek, “You need to get some food in you too, darling wolf of mine.”
Remus smiled softly and patted the seat right beside him. Sirius grinned and sat down, eating happily while pressed very closely to his alpha’s side. Not long after eating, Remus went about putting on a wash in the washing machine and tidying up the toys while his husband washed the dishes and put them away. The had a system where food was regarded, wanting to be a bit organised, at least.
Sirius would cook breakfast, since he was amazing at breakfast foods, the wolf was especially fond of the fluffy chocolate chip pancakes he had first made for him the morning after their wedding, while Remus made lunch, being adept at soups, sandwiches, pasta, rice and the like, but they would always made dinner together. Either, if Sirius made the actual dinner and Remus made dessert or if they cooked the two meals together. Funnily enough, Sirius had grown to love cooking with as less magic as possible, enjoying food better when it was made by hand, having grown up in a lavish Pureblood family while not knowing when he would be fed next, considering his rough childhood.
Remus put the clothes in the tumble dryer and walked over to his husband who was just finishing up the dishes. He wrapped his arms around the shorter wizard and placed his head on top of his as Sirius smiled warmly at this and leaned back against him, almost glued to the werewolf he loved.
Remus kissed his cheek and softly spoke, “I’m just going to check on the kids, Padfoot. I was thinking we could take them to the park today? A picnic lunch, maybe?” he suggested, knowing that Harry loved going to the park and feeding the ducks, the closest park was a Muggle park, called Corville Park, where they lived in Paddington, not far from Soho, London. It was out of sight of Wizarding London, and if it came down to it, Death Eaters wouldn’t come looking for Harry here, of all places, it was quiet enough, but very close to a predominantly busy part of London.
Sirius smiled, knowing that their nephew loved the park, and that it would be good for their son too, he exclaimed, “That sounds amazing, love. Go check on the squirts and I’ll put the rest of these away, darling.”
Remus kissed his cheek and went to go and check on Harry, who was happily drawing pictures of wolves, dogs, stags and does in a huge forest. The blond smiled softly at this before making himself known, “Harry, Sirius and I were thinking about taking you two the park today. Would you like that?”
Harry ran over to his secondary godfather and hugged his left leg, “Yay! I love the park!” He was an adventurous and playful, if not careful little boy who loved playing games.
Remus chuckled, gently picking the five-year-old up and hugging him close, “Wonderful. Hm, we were thinking of a picnic, fawn.”
Harry beamed at the amber-eyed man and wrapped his small arms around his neck, “That’s even better! Picnics are awesome and Aunt Petunia never brought me on one of them before, but now that I live with you and uncle Padfoot, I can, and, and it’ll be betterer than any silly old picnic with them.”
Remus smiled warmly at this, “They were so mean to you, cub. Yes, it will be a lot better than any of their picnics.“ he squeezed the little boy tight, while holding him with one arm while he picked Teddy up, who was awake and babbling away merrily. Remus softly spoke, warmth and possessiveness of his own little family, his newer pack, dawning on him as he nuzzled his nephew and son, “My boys. My lovely little cubs.” he snuggled them both close and held them tightly. Sirius crept up behind him and joined in the hug as he spoke, “Family hug!”
Remus smiled and turned around so all of them could be in contact and face each other. While Sirius played with both their son and nephew, his husband readied a huge picnic basket to keep his three favourite carnivores happy. He packed little pork pies, sausage rolls, ham and cheese sandwiches, coleslaw, cut up spiced potatoes, chicken drumsticks, pineapple and cheese on sticks, brownies, chocolates and some strawberries. He also had an oversized Gryffindor red flask full of lemonade for them to drink with cups and cutlery, as well as a slightly fuzzy worn old black, red and gold tartan blanket, It was a bit faded now, as he and Sirius used to use that very same blanket when sneaking out of the common room for late night dates. He put on his coat and asked Sirius, “Ready to go, sweetheart?”
Sirius smiled, throwing his leather jacket on, and grabbing the baby bag full of essentials for Teddy and Harry on outings as he replied, “I’m all set, love.” He got Teddy’s pram, making sure that he was nice and comfortable with his brown teddy bear and various blankets.
Remus helped Harry with his puffer rain jacket in a cheerful shade of yellow, one of the little boy’s favourite colours. He took the small hand in his, noticing the little boy curiously investigating the scars on his long fingered hands, before getting the picnic basket and nodding to Sirius, “Meet you at the park?”
Sirius smiled, “I’ll Apparate us right now, darling.” His pop of Apparition could then be heard, making sure that Teddy was safe in his stroller, the baby bag tucked under the clasp underneath it. They were followed soon after by the Apparition pop of Remus and Harry, the both of them deciding to Apparate behind some trees, so not to be seen by Muggles..
They had a lovely day at the park which ranged from feeding the ducks in the pond, picnicking on a grassy bank near an old oak tree and pushing Harry on the toddler swings and gently pushing Teddy on the baby swings. They went home and had a light dinner of brick chicken, flavoured with garlic and thyme with some rice and carrots.
Once Teddy and Harry were bathed and put to tucked into either cot or bed, Remus and Sirius snuggled on the couch and watched a film, just snuggling close in each other’s arms and relaxing with some hot chocolate. Both of them were in their pyjamas, mostly comprising of t-shirts and soft bottoms, but the animagus soon got a bit cold, sprawling himself over his husband who always ran warmer naturally, being a werewolf.
Feeling his mate get cold, he summoned one of his oldest cardigans with a smirk, teasing him, “Here, have a cardigan, my shining star. We can’t have you getting cold.” He slipped the thick, dark grey woollen cardigan over his husband’s arms.
Sirius pressed a lazy kiss to the first place he could reach, which happened to be his husband’s neck, causing him to smirk, knowing for a fact there was a space, just under his husband’s collarbones that drove the blond demented to be kissed on, which he had discovered in fifth year.
Remus let out a soft whine at the kiss to his collarbones, knowing what his mate was up to, he opened one eye blearily, having been nodding off a little, “If you want to keep that sort of thing up, we’ll have to take this upstairs, my mate.” The eye that was open glittered with a sliver of gold.
Sirius grinned at him, holding onto him tightly, “Sounds brilliant to me, love.” He pressed kisses to his jaw as he asked with a small playful pout, “Will you carry me upstairs, darling?” he asked, remembering how thrilled he’d been to know that his husband could pick him up like he weighed nothing.
Remus laughed softly, pressing a half dozen kisses to his face, tucking his curly hair behind his ears, “Of course I’ll carry you, my mate. Come on Padfoot, let’s go to bed.” He had a crooked little grin on his face which told the animagus that they most definitely wouldn’t be sleeping right away, not tonight.