Dumo meets Asher
After a few days with Rachel in the hospital, they were finally able to take Asher home. It still felt unreal to walk into their house with the baby carrier. They had a son.
The first week was a bit rough, getting used to waking up throughout the night for feedings or changings but they got a good routine going. Asher was really good about taking his bottles and that boy just loved to sleep.
Once they were settled, it was time to have Dumo and Celeste over to meet him. Sirius had been wanting to have him over since they got home, but Remus convinced him to wait until they had a couple days of their own. A text was sent to Dumo when Asher was two weeks old, a cute picture of him in a baby Lions onesie with a message asking them over to meet him..
No one on the team had met him yet, only pictures being sent through the group chat with just the first name. They hadn’t told anyone was middle name yet, that was a surprise. Remus knew that Sirius wanted Dumo to meet him before they officially brought him to meet everybody, which was understandable.
Sirius was getting Asher dressed as the doorbell rang, a giant smile spreading across his face, “Vous allez rencontrer votre aujourd'hui grand-papa, mon chou.” Asher gurgled at him causing Sirius to laugh, “I know, I know, you’re very excited.”
He could hear Remus letting them in downstairs as he picked the baby up, cradling him gently, “Let’s go, ma petite étoile.”
As he walked down the stairs, three pairs of eyes quickly swivelled up to him from the living room. Remus smiled, “Hey, Pads. We were just wondering when you two were going to make your grand entrance.”
“Sorry, someone decided it was time for a bottle. And then a changing.” Sirius said with a laugh as he walked down. He could see the way Celeste’s fingers twitched to reach for the baby already.
Dumo smiled warmly, “No need for apologies, we’ve been there, mon fils.” He didn’t have the same control as Celeste obviously, hands automatically reaching out. “Now let me see the little guest of honor.”
Laughing, Sirius gently handed him over, “Of course, I see where I stand now.” He muttered teasingly, sitting in the empty spot next to Dumo. His eyes flickered to Remus who was smiling. Sirius smiled right back, because honestly they hadn’t stopped. It still felt like the world’s best dream.
Celeste leaned over Dumo’s shoulder, “Oh, look at that face. Bonjour chérie! Tu es si précieux.” She cooed, her finger tracing over his chubby cheeks. “I love the name, Asher. It so suits him.”
Remus nodded as he watched them, “We chose it for the meaning. Blessed, Happy.” He explained with a soft smile.
“And the middle name?” She asked, resting her head on Dumo’s shoulder.
Remus’s eyes flickered to Sirius, who already seemed to have tears welling in his eyes. He gave him an encouraging nod, reaching over to grab his hand.
Letting out a shaky breath, Sirius nodded, “His middle name? C'est Pascal, après son grand-père.”
Dumo’s head quickly whipped up, eyes wide, “Après moi?” Celeste’s hand came to wipe a stray tear from his face as she sniffled.
Sirius let out a shaky laugh as the tears began to fall down his cheeks, “Of course. You showed me love and compassion at a time when I didn’t even know what it meant. You took care of me during some of my darkest times, and I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. You are my father in every way that counts, and there’s no better person in the world to name my son after.” His voice cracked, but he spoke with conviction.
Remus was so proud of him.
Tears fell steadily from his eyes as Dumo reached forward, pulling Sirius in for a hug, “Oh mon fils, I would do it all again in a heartbeat.”
Sirius leaned into him, resting his head on his shoulder, “Merci beaucoup, père.”
Asher let out a soft whine between them, his small fingers reaching out to grab at Dumo’s shirt. They broke apart, looking at the small being, “Well it seems like someone doesn’t like sharing the attention.” Sirius said, wiping at his face. Remus held out a box of tissues to them, laughing softly.
“Just like his dad then, non?” Dumo chuckled, watching as Asher wrapped his small hand around one of his fingers.
Sirius nudged him gently, giving him a teasing glare, “Just like his grand-père.”
Smiling softly, Dumo nodded, “It would appear so.”