CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

FORTY SEVEN

"Hey! Hey, lemme get the door," James urges as he lifts the baby carrier seat that Euphemia had gifted to them while Regulus and the little sprog were still in the hospital. "Regulus, I said I'd carry the damn bags, hey-"

Regulus rolls his eyes. "You're already carrying the most precious cargo in his brand new baby carrier, courtesy of his nana," He scoffs. "I can handle a few bags, James,"

James follows Regulus up the steps and Regulus opens the door to his flat. He takes in the scent of his home, happy to be back in a comfortable environment and free of the sickly, sterile hospital aroma.

They reach the kitchen and Manon meows frantically at the sight of Regulus. Regulus hopes she's pleased he's back to feed her and look after her. He isn't too sure Mary was that fond of having that duty thrust upon her in his absemse.

"Welcome to your new home, baby Bow," Regulus hums softly as James sets the baby carrier down on the kitchen table, smiling down at his son.

"Bowie," James repeats, his voice softened. "Beautiful little Bow,"

Regulus gives him a gentle grin. "I hope he likes David Bowie,"

"Course he will, he's our little starman," James comments, gazing down at their tiny baby. "Bowie Sebastian," James breaches softly as he gently lifts his son from the carrier, holding him close and tightly. He turns to Regulus, who's already putting water into the kettle. "Hey, uh, where'd you get Sebastian from?"

Regulus hums. "Shakespeare's Twelfth Night," He tells him. He glances towards James, who's cradling Bowie ever so gently. "Um, stay for tea?" He offers. "I need a cup, the hospital tea was shit, so if I'm having one, you best have one too,"

James nods. "Alright," He replies. "Yeah, go on then," He nods once more.

Manon roams around at their feet while James one handedly goes about getting out milk and mugs, baby Bowie still held tightly in his grip.

Manon meows loudly. James glances down at her. "Hey, pretty girlie," He smiles softly. "We haven't seen each other in awhile, eh?" He says quietly.

Regulus pours the mugs high with boiling water before stirring a teabag into each. He glances at Manon, reaching out to tenderly caress her behind her ear. "Miss me, did you, lovely?" He smirks as she purrs, leaning into his touch. "We've brought somebody to meet you, y'know?"

Regulus sets the two mugs down on the table's surface. He gestures for James to take a seat as he reaches to take hold of his little newborn. Manon sits at his heels. "This is Bowie, Manon, isn't he gorgeous?"

Manon continues to meow up at him as Regulus strokes his son's cheek, smiling softly at him. "He's got big brown eyes," Regulus murmurs. James isn't sure if he's talking to him or Manon. "And chubby little cheeks and dark tuffs of hair," He admires his baby gently.

"And he's got his mummy's little nose and his little lips, even his little pout," James adds softly. Regulus looks over at him from underneath furrowed brows.

"He's got his daddy's eyes," Regulus acknowledges. "Knowing my luck, he'll probably get his daddy's cheeky little smirk or his inability to sit still for more than ten seconds," He rolls his eyes at James, who smirks in response. That cheeky little smirk of his.

James takes a small sip from his tea, swallowing before, "Have I told you lately how proud of you I am?" He hums, resting his chin in his palm.

"Oh, only like every other hour," Regulus teases. He takes a gulp of his own tea. "Thanks again, by the way,"