Sirius does this often when he wakes up before you, he’ll go into the nursery and bring in baby boy to lay him in the bed with you, and will monitor him from afar while he’s getting ready for the day (you know just so you never turn and accidentally crush him). He’d also quietly make conversation with him with little comments like “Mummy is such a sleepyhead, huh?” or “Isn’t mummy so pretty when she sleeps” or “Bet she’s dreaming of you pup.”
And after baby boy sees you’re not paying attention to him, he almost always reaches out to lightly scratch your back or face (if you’re turned to him) to get you to wake up and love on him already!
Of course at the feel of little hands pawing at you, you wake up and instantly smile upon seeing your baby ‘magically’ next to you. “Hi baby” you say groggily.
He squirms and smiles at the sound of your voice and you lovingly pepper little kisses on his cheeks, then Sirius comes over to give you your morning kisses as well. “Sleep good love?” he happily asks after giving you a few pecks on the lips.
“Mhm, but nothing beats being woken up by this little honey bun” you say as you lightly tickle your baby’s little belly.
“Well you can always thank your big honey bun for that” he jokes with a wink as he kisses the side of your head, and making you giggle when he goes to softly pinch one of baby boys small cheeks, who by the way is just oh so happy to be in bed with his (awake) mummy. <3
I'm currently dying because of the flu right now so could you write something short or some headcanons about remus taking care of his sick significant other/reader? Thanks 🤧 (Yeah, i'm desperately looking for something comforting rn)
oh darling ! i hope you feel better soon.
remus taking care of you when you’re sick
Firstly, of course, he’ll make up the bed for you. You’ll groan as he makes you sit up, but ultimately you know it’ll be better. He somehow manages to summon all of the pillows and blankets you own, arranging them aptly for you. He’s got thin sheets and thick duvets both, assuring you that if you get too cold or too hot, he’ll change it.
It’s important to Lupin that you eat and drink plenty. Though he looks fully absorbed in his book, sitting quietly in the armchair, he’s ready to dash to the kitchen for water or tea. It’s no secret, his stash of fruit teas. Plenty of magical remedy concoctions, but some ordinary; Lemon and Honey, Chamomile, Fruits and Berries. He’ll treat it like a restaurant order;
‘And what, might I ask, would the lady like to drink? I can offer you a wide range of teas, ranging from tangy to mild. You seem to me a customer with refined taste, perhaps I could interest you in honey and lemon?’
Before he hands you the tea, he’ll always test it on his lip first, making sure it’s not too hot. He’ll hand it to you, wait patiently until you’d had a few sips, then place it gently on the bedside table.
If you happen to drift off, he’ll quietly tiptoe over, pull the covers over your feet, then return to his reading.
And reading was another thing; if you asked, he’d read aloud to you. Being the hopeless, endless romantic that he is, he had Far From the Madding Crowd propped against his knee. He began in a low voice, and for speech, he’d invent his own versions of the characters, various accents that came and went with uncertain waverings.
‘It was nearly midnight on the eve of St. Thomas’s, the shortest day in the year. A desolating wind wandered from the north over the hill whereon Oak had watched the yellow waggon and it’s occupant in the sunshine of a few days earlier. Norcombe Hill — forming part of Norcombe Ewelease — was one of the spots which suggest to a passer-by that he is … are you asleep darling?’ He whispered.
‘Mmn-mm,’ you declined, eyes closed gently. ‘Carry on.’ His voice drifted in soft dulcet tones around the room, around your head, following you into dreams, eventually fading out.
Despite your obvious protests, Remus still kisses you. ‘My poor little sick patient,’ he’ll say, pressing kisses to your head, feeling your cheeks, testing how warm they were.
That night, he’ll lazily flick through his book, his breaths becoming tired and heavy. You’re asleep quickly, exhausted. Though you wake, it must be about midnight. Looking drearily to the armchair, Remus is gone. For a moment your heart sinks; maybe he’s too tired to look after me, maybe he’s asleep in the living room. But as you begin to become more aware and awake, you feel his arm around your stomach. You’re curled up against him, enclosed by his firm but gentle grip, safe and wanted. And though you’d told him countless times not to come too close, you couldn’t deny the overwhelming comfort you felt having him back beside you.
bonus cosy painting that reminds me of Lupin somehow <3 take care of yourself !
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