The last year had been hard on all of them. Two of his best friends had been killed, supposedly betrayed by another, though he still didn't understand. There was an uncomfortable feeling in his heart where Peter resided, and there probably always would be.
Sirius awoke from a light doze, felt the little boy in his arms move, and couldn't help but smile. Finally, things were coming back together. Finally, there were more reasons to smile than there were reasons to fight back tears.
Scooping the toddler up, he tiptoed into the study, where Remus was typing fervently on an old typewriter. Sirius shushed him as he entered, the boy wriggling slightly. Remus kissed the boy lightly on the forehead and rose to stand. Yawning, he stretched and felt his bones click. He knew he had been working for too long, and it was time to turn in.
Sirius gently placed Harry in his crib, kissed his button nose, and quietly backed out of the small bedroom. Finding Remus, he slid his arms around his waist from behind, lingering on his bony hips. Kissing his lover s neck, he breathed deeply, savouring the musky scent of his aftershave mixed with the sweat only Remus s winter jumpers could cause.
Hey love Sirius whispered into Remus' ear. "We're going to be okay, you know that right?"
A smile danced across Remus' lips, a sudden bright spark flickering through his eyes. "I know," he said softly. "I know."
