"I was born ready, just like these two." His voice taking on a slightly higher pitch with the last of his words as he looked down at Apollo asleep in his arms, god he was going to be impossible. Not even a day old and the twins all ready had him wrapped completely around their fingers - they didn't even know it yet, but Sirius could admit it.
He chuckled. "Well that's not something either of us is going to have to worry about now, you're stuck with me." He'd never had an issue with James' fame - with the press or any of the notoriety that went along with being the eldest son of Harry Potter, and now that he was a hero in his own right. He'd always been just James to him .
Their children would have to deal with that now, with being the sons of the great James Potter, being Blacks on top of that, but they'd figure it out and make it work. "I think we'll be even more enticing now that we're dads than we were before." He laughed softly. "Women love a man with a child." He assured his husband.