Chapter Sixty-five;

Sirius roamed aimlessly around the very small city he stumbled upon, buying a few things for Aidan – he figured no matter what you did to a kid, if you bought him new toys, then he'd love you again. By the time he came home, he had four bags in his hands full of stuff. He stepped into the house and put the bags down on the ground and walked into the kitchen as he heard some rustling around. His eyebrow quirked at the mess, mustard was squirted everywhere, as well as ketchup and some green stuff he didn't want to know about, bread was shredded all over the floor, flour was spread over the table as well as pieces of lunch meat. He stared at the refrigerator door which closed to reveal Aidan with tomatoes and a head of lettuce in his hand.

"Aidan…?"

"What?" Aidan hissed, climbing onto a chair and picking up a knife.

"No!" Sirius gasped, rushing over and grabbing hold of the knife. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making lunch!"

"Lun- where is Severus?"

"Sick."

"Sick? What happened?"

"I don't know! He was getting sick in the bathroom, so I'm making lunch. Here." Aidan said as he handed Sirius a plate with a piece of bread, a piece of lettuce, and a piece of tomato, some relish, mustard, ketchup, chocolate sauce, and turkey.

Sirius widened his eyes. "Uh…"

"What? Don't you like it?" Aidan said, pouting.

"No, um, of course I like it. It… looks delicious."

"Then eat."

"Uh… now?"

"Yes! Eat…"

Sirius smiled weakly, picking up the piece of bread and slowly taking a bite. He chewed the bite and widened his eyes, trying to keep from gagging. "Uh—y-yum. D—delicious…" He muttered, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Good. I want it all gone by the time I'm back." Aidan told him as he jumped down with a plate with two perfectly made sandwiches.

"Wait, why do those look like—"

"Because I don't like you." Aidan said, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room.

Sirius groaned and threw the mess on the plate away before waving his wand and scourgify the table and counters and throwing the excess food mess away. Walking up to the master bedroom and quirking his eyebrow as he opened the door to see Severus lying on the bed, his eyes closed and Aidan sitting next to him nibbling on a sandwich, watching him sleep. "Severus?"

"Shhh!" Aidan shushed, glaring.

Severus opened his eyes. "Aidan, stop being mean to your father."

"Hmph…" Aidan glared at the plate.

Sirius frowned. "Aidan, I got some stuff in the city, do you want to go outside and play?"

"N—"

"Aidan." Severus hissed.

"… Yes, sir." Aidan groaned, putting the plate on the side table and smiling faintly at Sirius. "Come on… /father/."

Sirius sighed as Aidan walked out past him. He smiled weakly at Severus before turning the light off and closing the door to follow Aidan downstairs and grabbing hold of one of the bags by the door and then walking outside in the backyard, where Aidan was standing, his arms crossed. Aidan glared as Sirius crossed the yard and put the bag down, pulling out two baseball gloves and a baseball, smiling over at Aidan as he pulled out a soccer ball and rolling it over towards Aidan.

"Baseball or soccer?" Sirius asked.

Aidan curled his lips into a smirk. "Soccer."

Sirius nodded and stood up. "Alright. All you do is kick the ba—" He began but was interrupted by Aidan kicking the ball as hard as he could, the ball zooming towards Sirius and hitting him in his groin. Sirius widened his eyes and groaned, cupping himself and falling to the ground, whimpering. "O-oow…" He bit the inside of his cheek to will the pain coursing through his body away.

Aidan crossed his arms. "Oh no. Are you okay? I'm so sorry." He said dryly, rolling his eyes.

Sirius took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and taking a few minutes to stop the throbbing. He cracked an eye open and saw Aidan staring with an unamused expression. "It's… its' fine…" Sirius whispered as he pushed himself off the ground and ignored the pain that was still there. "Let's… let's try baseball, okay?" He asked, tossing a glove towards Aidan.

Aidan caught the glove and put it on. "Okay…"

Sirius nodded and stayed crouched down a bit, still taking a few deep breathes as he picked up the baseball and tossed it to Aidan. Aidan caught the ball and almost smiled before glaring and frowning and tossing it back. They tossed the ball back and forth, Sirius smiling brightly as the pain disappeared and Aidan kept almost smiling every time he caught the ball, he dropped it a few times, but he would chase after it and toss it back quickly after. "You know, we can get you on a team. You'd be great. It'd be during summers, or I could apparate you here for practices." Sirius suggested, tossing the ball. Aidan didn't respond, instead just shrugged his shoulders as he began to throw the ball harder after he caught a few throws back to back. Sirius chuckled and tossed the ball back a bit harder, Aidan catching it perfectly, which made Sirius prouder. After a few more tosses, Sirius glanced over at a noise – which was a dog that knocked over a trash can – as he tossed the ball, he then jumped when he heard a loud yell.

Sirius turned back towards Aidan and widened his eyes as he saw the boy was on the ground, holding his nose. Sirius ran over to him and crouched down. "Aidan?"

Aidan sat up, his eyes glistening and tears falling down his cheeks as he held his nose. "You—" he stopped to sobbed.

"Let me see…" Sirius moved his little hand and gulped when he saw Aidan's nose was bleeding. "Come on." He told him, picking Aidan up into his arms and running back inside. When they got inside, he sat Aidan on the counter and glanced around for something to put on his nose. He grabbed a dishrag and pushed it up to Aidan's nose, which made him yell out. "Oh! I'm sorry!"

"Get off me!" Aidan cried, pushing his hand away and holding the dishrag. "I want papa…"

"Papa is sick, he wo—"

"I WANT PAPA!" Aidan screamed.

"Okay, okay! Just… just keep calm!" Sirius screeched as he ran upstairs.

Sirius ran into the bedroom to see Severus already up and putting on a shirt. "Why is he downstairs yelling?"

"He… uh, there was an accident."

"An accident?" Severus asked, widening his eyes. "What happened?"

"Well… his nose might be broken…"

"His… what?" Severus bellowed, pushing past Sirius and running downstairs.

Sirius groaned and turned on his heel, walking into Aidan's room to get a new shirt for him and then walking downstairs to see Severus with his wand pointed at Aidan's nose, and then a yelp as he used episkey. Aidan sniffled and let Severus wipe the blood off of him. "I brought him a shirt… since he got some blood on the one he's wea—"

"Sirius, you need to be careful."

"I'm sorry, it was an accident, and I looked away for a second…"

"And he got a broken nose." Severus hissed, picking Aidan up and holding him. "Are you okay?"

Aidan nodded his head. "I am now, Papa. It really hurt…"

"I know." Severus cooed, turning away from Sirius to throw the dishrag away. Aidan glanced at Sirius and smirked, wrapping his arms around Severus' neck tighter.

Sirius raised his eyebrow at the smirk. "Uh…"

"Sirius, I don't want him playing sports anymore."

"What? Why? He loved baseball!"

"I did not." Aidan pouted. "I hate sports… I want to make potions with you… I like reading and painting…"

"I know." Severus kissed his forehead. "See?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "He's just trying to make you pay attention to him."

"What...?"

"Well, it's true. He loved sports outside. He just dislikes it now because you're around and I like sports."

"I am not!" Aidan cried. "Papa… He's being mean."

"Sirius!" Severus hissed.

"But—" Sirius began.

"Papa, can we make a potion?"

Severus smiled. "Of course we can. Sirius, clean whatever mess up you've made." He hissed, walking downstairs with Aidan, and before he walked away, Aidan stuck his tongue out at Sirius in a childish manner.