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“Okay,” Lily yawns, “sorry… uh, I was saying, we’ll be back at ten or so to pick him up. Is Remus not here, Sirius?”
Sirius pokes Harry’s chubby cheek, laughing with his godson at Lily and James practically falling over from how tired they were. “He went out to run errands,” Sirius says, playing with the baby. “Don’t worry about us, though. Take the night off. Moony and I would love to have a sleepover with wittle baby Harry. Isn’t that right, baby? You love Uncle Padfoot and Uncle Moony, right?”
“Moo-ey!” Harry cheers. “Moo-ey! Moo-ey! Moo-ey!”
James laughs, “He loves his Moony, that's for–” James smothers a yawn, “sure, mm. Let’s go, love?”
“Mm-hm,” Lily hums, pressing a kiss on the crown of Harry’s head.
“Bye-bye, Hazza,” James says, kissing Harry and Sirius.
Sirius shoves James away, “Jamie!” He gasps scandalously, “I am a taken man!”
“Ha! Don’t flatter yourself, Padfoot! It’s the sleep brain,” James trails off when Lily drags him away from the front door. Sirius assumes she’s hit the limit of the amount of bullshit she can take from James and Sirius.
Sirius laughs and bounces Harry, “That’s your daddy, kid. My condolences, baby.” Harry giggles, “Well at least your mama’s pretty cool, right? That balances. Let’s go inside to wait for Moony, yeah?”
“MOOOOOOO-EYYYYYY!” Harry shrieks and giggles.
“You’ve been saying Moony’s name for ages, baby. Why don’t you try to say Padfoot next, huh?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Moo-ey!”
“Padfoot.”
“Moooooooooo-ey!”
“Paaaaaaaaaadfoot.”
“No. Moo-ey! Moo-ey! Moo-ey! Moo-ey!” Harry claps his hands happily, chanting Remus’ name.
Sirius drops onto the sofa and lifts Harry into the air, “Say it with me, Harry, Pa-d-foo-t.”
“Moo-ey!”
As cute as Harry is– because he is the cutest baby that Sirius has ever met (which isn’t saying a lot because the last baby he met with his cousin’s kid a couple of years back, but it's the thought that counts), its so annoying that he’s so much like James (and Lily, because really, have you met Lily Evans?). The entire family is made up of annoying little shits. “Paaa–d-fooooo-t.”
“No, no, no, no,” Harry coos, smacking his hand against Sirius’ face with every ‘no’. “Moo-ey.”
“Moony’s not here, Hare-bear.” Sirius huffs, “Just me and you. So say Padfoot .”
Harry sucks on his thumb, “Unca,”
“Yes, Harry!” Sirius grins, “Yes, now say Padfoot. Uncle Padfoot .”
“Unca Moo-ey!”
Remus! Curse Remus for being so perfect and loveable! Of course, Sirius just had to have the cream of the crop when it came to his partner. Sirius huffs, poking Harry’s belly, “You are such a little shit, kid.”
Harry kicks his feet, getting Sirius on the nose, “Shit!”
Oh no.
Oh no.
“Baby, no!” Sirius cries, feeling his blood chill in his veins. James is going to kill him. Lily is going to fucking murder him. “Don’t say that word, Harry. It’s a no-no word.”
“Shit.”
Sirius’ stomach drops.
“Shit!” Harry cackles.
“Fucking hell, stop talking!” Sirius whines. He freezes when Harry goes silent. “Wait, no–”
“Fuck!”
“Noooooo, Harry!” Sirius drops his head.
There are a few moments of silence, while Sirius accepts his fate. Harry giggles and suckles on his hand. The world’s turned upside down as Sirius looks at Harry’s mischievous expression. He used to love when it would appear on James’ face, but now it would become his undoing.
The front door squeaks as it opens– James had promised to fix it for Sirius and Remus nearly a month ago. “Pads, I’m home. Did James and Lily drop Harry off?”
“Unca Mooooooo-ey!” Harry screams excitedly.
“Harry,” Remus smiles, scooping Harry from Sirius’ arms. Remus sets Harry on his hip and runs his fingers through Harry’s wild curls. “Hi, baby, did you have fun with Uncle Padfoot?”
It would be so much cuter of a sight, was Harry not a little shit.
Harry smiles cutely up at Remus, “Fuck shit!”
Remus gasps, “Oh my, who taught you that?”
Harry giggles. He turns and the little shit locks eyes with Sirius, “Unca Pa-foo!”
“You little–!” Sirius glares. “It’s not what you think, Moony, I swear!”
“Sirius Orion Black!”
“And Moony yelled at me for forty-five minutes.”
“I did not yell at you for forty-five minutes, you dramatic man.” Remus scoffs in passing.
Sirius leans back on the sofa and shouts to Remus, “It felt like forty-five minutes!”
“You’re kidding,” Harry says.
Sirius turns back to his godson with a grin, “I am not. You were a little shit.”
“Padfoot, stop calling him a little shit.” Remus calls out from the other room, “Or I really will lecture you for forty-five minutes.”
“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it, Moonpie!”
“Disgusting!”
Sirius snorts, he looks at Harry again, “We had our fun after that little hiccup, though. And your mum didn’t even try to wring my neck. So that was good. James was more upset about it than she was. She laughed when you kept saying ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ over and over.”
“So I learned to cuss before I learned to say your name?”
“I think you knew how to say my name all along and were just playing me for a fool.” Sirius blows a strand of hair away from his face.