"Padsd is right," Remus said evenly, keeping his expression neutral. "Getting through dinner without spilling the news over the salad was a great exercise of patience." A mischievous grin matched the teasing gaze he the levelled at Sirius. "Of course, what you'll do now that you've used up your annual allotment of it is anyone's guess."
Chuckling softly, he watched the expectant fathers a moment. "So, what do you two do now? Or do you just spend the next nine months waiting for periodic updates and debating which of you is going to be Papa and which Dad and who gets wrapped tighter around a little pinky finger?"