James chuckle. "You're so whipped, Sirius. Please don't ever say these things in public or you won't be so cool and in fifteen years, they'll wonder what their father was thinking of." He knew very well what Sirius was thinking of: their sons.
"That's for the best." He kissed Sirius again, smiling. "Because I'm not going anywhere."
He snorted. "Using our children for bras we don't even want? That's really low," he said, laughing, and knowing that Sirius didn't care. "Well, they won't get to see these children unless we want them to. I'm not my dad. I know how to use the press, and we will decide how and when the press gets to see them. They will get their exclusive in exchange for leaving us alone. I'll start working on it when we get home." He kissed Hermes' forehead again. "No one is going to mess with them."