Summary: Sirius has forgotten something very important. (Written in a world where Peter was immediately caught.) WolfStar

For Gen, because I can't seem to turn down a 'challenge'.

stop questioning my fashion

Remus sat at the small kitchen table, his newspaper spread across it and a cup of tea in his hand. Harry sat in his highchair by Remus' side, giggling at the small Quidditch figures flying above their heads while he ate his breakfast of toast shapes. Sirius could be heard clomping down the stairs, singing loudly, and burst into the kitchen with a smile for Harry and a kiss for Remus.

'Morning,' Remus said as he peered up from the paper. He frowned, watching Sirius move around the kitchen, twirling his wand as he poured himself a coffee from the pot. 'Nice lie in?'

'Perfect,' Sirius replied, dropping his wand on the counter. It sent red sparks into the room, making Harry clap his hands in delight. He turned around, holding his coffee with both hands as he sipped, and leant back on the counter. Frowning at Remus. 'What?'

Remus had closed his paper, put the teacup down, and was purposely staring at Sirius. He sat back in his chair and tapped at the table with his forefinger as he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a laugh. 'Are … Are you going anywhere today?' he finally asked.

Sirius gave him a questioning look, confusion in his eyes. 'You know I do the food shopping on a Friday – are you going senile in your old age?' Sirius teased with a wink.

'You're four months older than me, you'll get there first,' Remus replied calmly, letting his eyes drop for a moment. 'Is there anything you're forgetting?'

Sirius sighed heavily, putting the cup down on the counter behind him. 'I'm not taking Harry with me. Last time he kept making the broccoli dance back to the shelves every time I put it in the trolley.'

Remus glanced to the boy in question, who was currently chewing on a piece of toast, mischief in his delightful green eyes. 'I'm taking Harry to the Weasleys today, remember?'

'Are we playing a game and you've not told me?' Sirius asked, smiling that smile he gave Remus when he thought something exciting was about to happen.

'Nope,' Remus said simply, making sure to hold his gaze firmly. 'Anything else you're forgetting?'

He watched as Sirius stared up at the ceiling, muttering under his breath as he ticked off a silent list on his fingers. Remus sat up a little when Sirius suddenly started looking around him, patting at his leather jacket, before triumphantly holding up the wand he'd dropped on the counter moments ago.

Remaining silent, Remus continued to watch the love of his life as he took a long gulp of his coffee and shoved his wand into the inside pocket of his jacket.

'Okay, I've got money, my wand, the list, and I'll pick up bags at the supermarket – anything you would like me to add to the list?' Sirius walked over to Harry and blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him shriek happily.

'No,' Remus said, smiling at the action; it melted his heart to watch his two favourite people together. 'Can I offer you advice?'

Sirius grinned, leaning down to plant a lingering kiss on Remus' lips. 'Advice from you? Always.' He stood up, leaning his hand on the back of Remus' chair, gazing a Remus like he would eat him for breakfast.

Remus could get lost in that look, but he needed to focus. 'You know how I find your unpredictable nature an absolute privilege to be around?'

'Yes,' Sirius dragged the word out, suspicion in his eyes, his favourite Sirius expression gone.

'And Harry adores it.'

'Da!' Harry shrieked.

'Quite.' Remus gave an acknowledging nod to Harry. 'But might you want to reconsider your fashion choices for the day?'

Sirius scowled, moving away from Remus. 'It's the jacket, isn't it? You've never liked me wearing the leather jacket!'

'Sirius,' Remus said quietly, watching Harry watch Sirius.

'Stop telling me what to do!' Sirius snapped, a hand on the door.

'Only when you actually listen!' Remus said quickly before he left the house. Sirius opened the door, glaring at Remus. 'You're going to regret that,' he added when Sirius' foot crossed the threshold, staring pointedly at Sirius' legs.

Sirius tutted, his scowl deepening. 'You know I'm in love with you, right?'

Remus tilted his head. 'I do.'

'And you know our union is the best thing that's happened to me, right?'

'Sirius, you—'

'But I'm really going to need you to stop questioning my fashion, okay?' Sirius raised his eyebrows, his face looking adorably stern.

Remus got up, giving Sirius a warm smile. He walked over to him, never taking his eyes off Sirius' eyes, and wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck. 'I love you very much, and I especially love your fashion.'

'You do?' Sirius asked, all annoyance in his features disappearing instantly. 'Then what's happening here?'

Remus gave Sirius a kiss before standing back a little, keeping his hands on his shoulders. 'You know I don't do fashion – I do practical – so I leave these things to you.' He let his eyes wander down Sirius' body before asking, 'But when did no trousers become fashionable?'

Sirius' head immediately dropped down to stare at his bare legs; just underwear and black boots on his lower half. 'For merlin's sake, Remus! You nearly let me go out like this!'

Remus shrugged. 'You're insane if you think I'd let anyone else see those legs who isn't me.'

'My dear, what you call insanity, I call inspiration!' Sirius said with a smirk, quickly shutting the door before a neighbour saw him.

Remus watched him leave the kitchen as he took his seat. 'Try not to be influenced by him too much,' he said to Harry, affectionately brushing crumbs off his cheek. 'You're mother will come back and kill me if you are.'

Word Count: 974