#just let me ship jegulus in peace pls

[regulus-books]

wc: 599

warnings: none x

When Regulus wakes up, the smell of pancakes hits his nose almost instantly. He has barely gotten any sleep, but either way, he has to get up. So, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, walking down the stairs.

"Good morning, sweet boy." James walks over and kisses his forehead, smearing a little bit of flour on Regulus' cheek, he wipes it off with a scowl.

"Morning." He sits at the island counter and puts his head on his arms with a light groan.

"Grumpy boy this morning, m'love?" James asks, continuing to flip the pancakes.

"Always grumpy." A small voice babbles beside him. Regulus looks over and strokes the child's head.

"G'morning to you too, Haz." Regulus quickly leans over and kisses Harry's head.

"Good morning, papa." Harry giggles and continues to color in his coloring book. Regulus smiles at his little boy and takes in his surroundings. The whole room was light, he was sitting next to his son who just turned 6 a few months ago, and he watches as his husband of nearly 5 years as he dances around the kitchen, humming a silly tune he probably learned on the muggle radio. Life is good for Regulus, he knows that.

James places two plates in front of him, one for him and one for Harry. Regulus hands Harry his plate, and helps him pour his syrup. James sits next to him and places a kiss to his forehead.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling warm?" James touches the back of his hand to Regulus' forehead. Regulus shakes his head and takes another bite. "You are feeling quite warm." James places the palms of his hands on Regulus' cheeks.

"Let me feel!" Regulus glares at James as Harry's hands slap to his cheeks, the light sound echoing through the room. James holds a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Oh, yeah, papa. You are warm!" Harry forces Regulus to look at him and squeezes his father's cheeks.

"Alright, Haz," James stands up from his place in the kitchen and picks Harry up once Harry is done eating. "If papa really is sick we don't want you to catch anything, so go on and put your shoes on." He places Harry gently onto the floor, Harry wraps his chubby arms around Regulus' calf's before running off to the front door.

"I'm going to work." Regulus states.

"You aren't."

"I am, James."

"Do you wanna get all those little kids sick?" Regulus glares at James, he had gotten into teaching not to long ago, now he teaches Harry's kindergarten class. "Hm?"

"Obviously not, Potter." James raises his eyebrows with a grin.

"Head off to bed, will you? I'll come in after I drop off Harry and cuddle you. Sound good, Potter?"

"Whatever." Regulus ignores the blush that spread on his cheeks, he gets up from his place at the table and sits next to Harry, helping him lace up his new lighting mcqueen sneakers that nana Effie bought him. "Papa isn't gonna be at work today, is that okay with you, babe?" Regulus tucks one of his little boys curls out of his face, Harry makes a pouty face. "I know, sweetheart, blame daddy." Harry's face up turns quickly. "I'll see you later, okay?" Harry nods his little head.

"I love you, papa." Harry puckers his little lips and kisses both his father's cheeks, grinning wildly as James rounds the corner.

"I love you too, baby." Regulus smiles back at him.

"Off to school!" James lifts Harry in the air, spinning him.

(for @ashywashy1240 bc I keep traumatizing him)