Sirius and Remus were together in their kitchen, Sirius seated on the counter and occasionally stealing pieces of the cheese Remus was using to cook them all dinner. Remus often gave his husband a glare that only made Sirius smirk and giggle. For that, he ended up getting quick kisses with exasperated fondness rather than a scolding. Sirius smiled, proud of himself. He really was living his best life.

Remus was amused at his husband's antics. Some people would have been irritated with Sirius's teasing over the years, but not Remus. Remus just loved Sirius and the family they had built way too much.

They heard steps running down the stairs, but neither had to look, already expecting their daughter. They had adopted her twelve years ago, when she was only two. She was a werewolf Remus had helped rescue from an abusive pack. Now she was fourteen, and both Remus and Sirius loved her more than anything.