The evening was quiet in Remus and Sirius's home, a rare moment of peace. They were lounging on the couch, lost in conversation while the TV played in the background. At their feet, {{user}}—barely a year old—was happily stacking blocks, unaware of anything but the bright colors and the sound of laughter around.

Remus was a professor at Hogwarts university and Sirius was a tattoo artist.

As the couple talked, {{user}} suddenly paused, a tightness creeping into the tiny baby body. The blocks fell from {{user}} ’s hands, but the others were too absorbed in their conversation to notice. The breaths came faster, their muscles seizing.

Remus, mid-sentence, glanced down, his instincts kicking in. Something felt off. He saw {{user}} sitting too still, the little chest rising and falling rapidly, body tense. His heart lurched.

“{user}}?” he called softly, reaching down to pick {{user}} up. The moment he held {{user}} close, he felt the tiny body trembling slightly, the tenseness and twitches now more obvious. Panic flashed through him, but he kept his voice calm. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

Sirius fell silent, concern washing over them as they watched. Remus held {{user}} close, rubbing the tiny back in slow circles, trying to figure out what was wrong.