Chapter Twenty Six
Sirius arrived at Henry’s house only 30 minutes after Harry. Henry was sitting on the green sofa when he stepped through the floo.
“Good someone can finally tell me why my son is upstairs crying and refusing to talk to me.” Henry had his arms folded as he stared at Sirius expectantly.
“My husband happened.” Sirius took the bag off his shoulder and set it down on the empty chair, “Is Harry okay?”
“I don’t know, he asked to be alone as soon as he got here.” Sirius glanced at the stairs concerned for his mate, “I’ll show you to his room and if he still wants to be alone I’ll show you to the guest room beside him.”
“Thanks but if Harry doesn’t want me here I can stay somewhere else.”
“Don’t be silly. He wants you here, hell he’d even want Remus here, but he also likes to be alone sometimes especially when he’s hurt.”
Sirius followed Henry up the stairs and towards a door that he opened revealing it to be a typical teenage bedroom with a bookshelf overflowing with books, a desk with school books and journals on it, a set of double doors and a single door probably leading to a closet and ensuite respectively. The bed was pushed into a corner and on the bed was a lump completely covered by blankets.
“I told you I wanted to be alone Papa.” Harry’s voice came out muffled from under the blue comforter.
“I just wanted to check on you.” Sirius spoke up watching as Harry moved the comforter to only reveal his head and stared at him, “Can I come in?” Harry nodded, lifting the blanket up higher in invitation. Sirius stepped into the room, toed his shoes off, set his bag down, and hurried under the blanket to wrap his arms around his mate.
“I’ll be downstairs if you two need anything.” Henry said before he was closing the door behind him and leaving them alone.
“I’m sorry my husband is an insecure dumbass sometimes.” Sirius said feeling Harry’s body shake in laughter against his.
“Thank you for coming here.”
“Of course. Do you want to talk about it?”
Harry didn’t respond right away and after a minute or two of silence Sirius was willingly to just drop the subject, but then Harry pulled away to look at him, a question in his eyes that Sirius didn’t like.
“Am I ruining your marriage?” Harry spoke softly, his eyebrows pulled together.
“What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because you’re here in my bed with a bag presumably full of clothes and your husband is at Hogwarts alone. It feels like You and I are closer than Remus and I and this isn’t your first disagreement since I’ve come into the picture.”
“I’m here in your bed because out of the two of you, you need me the most. You and I are closer because Remus is so insecure at times he just- he doesn’t initiate anything he’s always been like that. Also you and I had an entire week to ourselves when Remus was going through his first Rut. As for Remus and I arguing, that’s a normal occurrence. Trust me it has nothing to do with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You are not ruining anything, actually if you want my opinion I think you’re making it better. You're making it new again in a way. Navigating this and learning how to introduce a new person into our relationship has made it exciting and I can’t tell you when the last time Remus and I went on a nice date that wasn’t just a small outing to a familiar restaurant. I forgot how hot he is when he gets dressed up and how much of a secret romantic he can be.”
“So I’m not getting in the middle of you two?” Harry asked, looking up at him, vulnerability still shining in his eyes.
“Well technically-” That got the reaction Sirius had been hoping for as he heard Harry laugh and his chest was swatted at.
“Sirius!” Smiling Sirius rolled on his side to face his much younger mate, his hand coming to cup the side of his face.
“Harry Darling, I promise you, you are the best thing that has happened to our marriage since we said our vows. No matter how many arguments we all have, no matter whose side any of us are on during those arguments, at the end of the day you never have to worry about that. We will never regret you.” Harry’s eyes watered, but he only nodded as his hand came to hold Sirius’ wrist to keep Sirius from moving his own hand.
Later when Remus asked how it happened Sirius will blame his impulsiveness, but in reality it was something instinctual inside him that made him kiss Harry in that moment.
It was a reassuring kiss, a kiss to tell Harry he meant every word spoken and unspoken, a simple press of the lips kiss that had Harry’s body relaxing against his.
When Sirius pulled away Harry followed with a soft whine that made his lips quirk in amusement so he gave him one, two, three more before he pressed one against Harry’s forehead as an unspoken stop. Harry listened, backing away for a second before he was burying his face into Sirius’ neck and scooting his body closer to cuddle.
Harry didn’t speak, but Sirius found he didn’t need him to. He wrapped his arms tightly around him again and kissed his head again as one hand tangled in his hair letting Harry breathe him in and do whatever he needed to get rid of the voices Sirius helped quiet down.
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Sirius woke up from his unexpected nap to find he was alone in the bed, but as he rolled on his back to stretch he found he was not alone in the room. Henry was sitting in the desk chair he had rolled to the foot of the bed and was staring at him. His ankle resting on his knee and his arms folded across his chest, Sirius definitely felt like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.
“Uh….hi?” Sirius said nervously.
“What did you do to my son?”
“What?”
“Harry is currently downstairs making dinner and humming. So Sirius I’m going to ask one more time.” Henry set his feet down and leaned forward so his elbows were resting on his knees now, “What did you do to my son?”
Sirius laid there motionless, speechless, afraid if he said anything it’d be wrong.
“Was it over the clothes, under the clothes, one sided, was it R rated, was-”
“No! No! NO.” Sirius was quick to clarify as he pushed himself into a sitting position, “I didn’t do anything like that. Why- All we did was cuddle and I gave him one….or four very chaste kisses.” Henry stared at him closely before sitting back against the chair with a frown.
“That’s it?” Henry asked, sounding almost disappointed.
“What? Yes, that's it.”
“Not even frottage?”
“NO! Not even that!” Henry laughed suddenly, his body relaxing, what started off as a chuckle slowly became a full body laugh.
“Oh man he’s got it bad.” Henry said between his laughter making Sirius blush as he knew exactly what Henry meant by that, “Oh man well enjoy your steak pretty boy.” Henry winked at him as he made his way to the door, still laughing even as he closed the door behind him.
Sirius was still blushing 10 minutes later when Harry came in carrying a lap trap with two overflowing plates of food and two wine glasses.
“Oh good you’re awake I made dinner.” Harry greeted him with a bright smile as he closed the door with his foot and carried the tray over to the bed.
“You made dinner?.” Sirius asked looking at the plates seeing one cooked steak and one slightly less cooked steak as it had much more blood on the plate than the other. But other than that everything else was similar, from the baked potato to the loose corn and the two rolls.
It looked and smelled delicious, Sirius had only ever tried Harry’s cooking once before and that was just a simple pancake breakfast at the cabin since Remus did the cooking most of the time there. And even Sirius could manage pancakes on a good day so seeing this was very impressive.
“I think you can tell which one is yours, I didn’t know if you had any traits with being mated to two wolves and being a canine yourself so I made it medium.”
“Anything less than Medium Well is perfect.” Sirius told him, “Thank you, but you didn’t have to. I was going to take you out if you wanted to.”
“I wanted to cook for you, I’ve only ever made you guys pancakes before so I wanted to do an actual meal.” Harry sat near the foot of the bed and took his plate so Sirius took his own, “Besides I don’t want you pushing yourself too much to make up for Remus. He owes us both a really fancy and expensive dinner when this is all over with.”
“That’s true.” Sirius said, “Have you heard from Cillian today?”
“He came here just after lunch, right around the time I woke up. He asked me why I left without waking him and I told him I left in the early hours of the morning and didn’t want to bother him after all the drinking he did. He doesn’t know anything, I guess only James was in the room when he woke up and after asking about me James told him I was here and we had to reschedule the dinner for another time Cillian came here.”
“Where is he now?”
“On the other side of the hall. He wants to talk to me about something tomorrow morning. I have the door locked just in case and Papa is aware so we don’t have to worry about him barging in.”
Sirius nodded, getting a funny feeling in his gut again, but he ignored it as he took a bite of his steak and had to stop himself from moaning out loud.
“This is delicious. You are, from now on, my personal steak chef.”
“Well thank you. I can make more things too of course, I used to cook with Papa a lot and Frankie and a few of the Pack Omegas taught me some things as well.”
“Well then I can’t wait to try every meal you make us.”
Sirius thought Harry was acting a little weird throughout the meal though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Afterwards Harry insisted he be the one to take the dishes down and left no room for Sirius to try to argue.
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“How are you feeling now?” Sirius asked softly when they were cuddling under the blankets again.
“I think I’m okay…I’m still feeling a little…rejected, but it’s not as bad as it was this morning.”
“Good I’m glad. Because you’re not rejected by me or Remus. Despite his words and thought process, Remus does want you. He just also wants his father in his life for some unknown reason.”
“If it’s one thing I do understand about this it’s that. I spent the last seven years trying to get the one man who doesn’t love me because of what I am to love me anyway. Only difference is I have someone else to replace him, Remus doesn’t.”
“Yeah that’s something I don’t think I’ll understand. I wanted my parents to hate me.”
“It’s hard and painful and…heartbreaking at times I guess. You know deep down that nothing you ever do will be good enough for them to love you despite being something they despise. But you try anyway in hopes that something changes their mind and when it doesn’t it hurts even more because for some reason you had convinced yourself that this time it would work.”
“So why keep doing it?”
“I thought I could fix it. I thought if I showed him I was more than just an Omega, which to him was a housewife and a willing hole, that I could show him I was worthy of his love. I don’t think I’ve fully accepted that he’s not coming back yet, I mean I have James now and we’re getting closer, but Matteo was my dad too. That’s never going to change. Not even if James and Papa start dating.”
“Ahhh so you know about that huh?”
“Did I know that my Papa thought James was attractive the moment he met him? Yes. Did I know that my Papa was slowly flirting with him? Also Yes. Did I know that James felt the same way? No. I thought James was straight until probably last weekend.”
“I think James thought he was straight too until he got to know Henry better. He asked me about it, tried to be subtle of course, but was terrible at it. I told him it was perfectly normal to think you’re one thing only to realize years later you’re not or to only find someone attractive after getting to know them better. He was a little nervous about it, but overall I think he’s come to terms with his crush.”
“I’d say.” Harry mumbled shifting to lay on his back with Sirius laying on his side beside him, “Papa deserves to be happy…he hasn’t been in a long time. James too I guess.”
“Yeah they both do. They seem to make the other happy, you know when they’re not jealous.”
“Don’t even remind me.” Harry said, rolling his eyes with a laugh, “James cornered me asking me if I knew who Papa’s crush was and that’s when I realized James had feelings for him too.”
“James was never subtle when it came to romance. Pretty sure you get that from him.”
“Whatever, I'm totally subtle.”
“Right…of course.” Harry rolled his eyes and rolled to his side, his back facing Sirius in an attempt to ignore him, but Sirius just laughed and wrapped his arms around him pulling him against his chest.
“Just shut up, Sirius, unless you want to be in bed alone tonight.”
“Shutting up.” Sirius said though he was still grinning as if he found the whole thing amusing, which he probably did much to Harry’s displeasure.