Orion Black held his 7-year-old son, Sirius, who was laughing uncontrollably and kicking his legs, eager to be set down. With a chuckle, Orion released him, and Sirius dashed off to his toys.
Harry approached with a playful grin, teasing, "Look who's having fun without me."
Sirius, still giggling, called out, "Papa!" and tugged at Harry's hand, guiding him to join in. Harry sat down beside him, diving into the pile of toys, trying to match Sirius's enthusiasm.
Orion settled into a chair in the playroom, savoring this rare moment of peace with his family. Harry, despite looking a bit tired, tried to stay engaged, briefly holding his stomach before resuming play.
Noticing Harry's strained expression, Orion stood up and offered, "I'll take over. You go sit for a bit."
Sirius, sensing something was off, pulled at Harry's hand and pouted, "Papa, play too."
Harry met Orion's concerned gaze but chose to stay with Sirius, determined to keep him happy. Orion stepped in, tickling Sirius's belly, which sent the boy into a fit of giggles.
Harry managed a smile, telling Sirius, "I love you, baby." But soon, he had to excuse himself, holding his stomach and hurrying to the bathroom.
Orion quickly followed, making sure Sirius was okay before rubbing Harry's back with concern. "Are you alright, love?"