Recap:
Sirius and Remus have a cute little moment in front of the fire, talking about their best friends. It seems there may be hope for them yet.
Sorry I haven't written anything recently, but I've been dealing with a death in the family, so I've been a little busy. Review my lovelies :)
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September 15, 2009
"You should probably change before you go into work…there's puke on your shirt"
Remus didn't even look up from the Prophet as Sirius walked into the kitchen. He turned the page and took a large swig of his tea. Harry gurgled in greeting and hit his hands on the tray of his highchair. Sirius looked down to his shirt and groaned when he saw that Remus was right.
"How does that keep happening?"
Sirius sighed dramatically and slumped down into the chair opposite Remus.
"Who knew such a tiny thing could create so much mess."
He poured himself a cup of coffee and glared half-heartedly at the baby. Harry stared back at him, giant green eyes round in confusion. He wriggled around in his chair and put his tiny, sticky hands into his already messy hair. He giggled loudly at Sirius's grimace.
"He is exactly like James"
Sirius let his head hit the table with a thump. Remus folded his paper and set it beside him on the table. He raised an eyebrow at the man slumped on the table and smirked.
"Tired?"
Sirius groaned and lifted his head a few inches off the table. He sent a glare at first at Remus and then at Harry. Harry laughed and threw a few cheerios at Sirius. Remus tried to stifle a laugh as the cheerios stuck in Sirius's long hair. Sirius just glared harder at him.
"Enough with the smirking Lupin." Sirius grumbled. "I actually have to work today. Not everyone's employers are so damn understanding."
Remus frowned slightly. He crossed his arms across his chest and scowled into his now cold oatmeal.
"At least you aren't practically a housewife."
Sirius laughed and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, cheerio still firmly stuck in it. He spelled the baby vomit off of his robes and straightened himself out.
"Calm down, we aren't married yet."
Remus groaned, standing to take his dishes to the sink.
"Don't remind me."
Sirius smirked wickedly, mischief glinting in his eyes.
"Well, come on, aren't you going to tell me how dashing I look and gimme a kiss before I go to work like a good little wife?"
Remus, turned from the sink, the mischievous look in his eyes mirroring the one in Sirius's. He wiped his wet hands on his jumper and stalked towards the tall man.
"Of course darling."
As he got closer and closer to Sirius, the larger man became visibly uncomfortable. It was clear that he hadn't believed his bluff would be called. Sirius backed up instinctively, the back of his legs hitting the counter. Remus rose onto his toes and leaned in close to Sirius, lips nearly brushing. Sirius leaned back slightly, his eyes closing unconsciously. Remus's hand came up to Sirius's hair and plucked out the cheerio, and then Remus backed away from the larger man, smirking triumphantly.
"Have a nice day at work dear."
Sirius pushed away from the counter, his hands going into his pockets.
"Jeez Lupin, you really had me worried there for a second"
He chuckled nervously. He took a breath and continued, more assuredly.
"I thought you were in danger of giving into the famous Black charm."
He sent a cocky smile and a wink in Remus's direction. Remus rolled his eyes and gestured towards the clock.
"We aren't married yet Black." He whipped a dishtowel through the air at him menacingly. "Best be off."
Sirius nodded in assent and headed out of the kitchen and into the living room where the floo was. Remus sat back down beside Harry and laughed slightly.
"What on earth are we gonna do with him Harry?"
Harry just laughed loudly and clapped his hands. Remus sighed.
"Sodding barmy bastard that one is, isn't he?"
He blanched slightly and looked over to Harry who was ignoring him and stuffing soggy cheerios into his mouth.
"You did not just hear that ok?"