Remus managed a smile as he followed Sirius's advice and imagined his smiling little boy, giggling and changing his hair colour while Remus bathed him, wrapping his arms around Remus's neck before his nap and murmering sleepily. "He is, isn't he? I suppose we should get back before my wife decides to try changing him and ends up in tears clutching a bottle again," he paused and gave Sirius another short kiss. "I'm really glad you got to meet him, Sirius." I thought it could never happen.