SUPER TROUPER ⇒ jegulus one shots

HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL

Regulus Black has always been indefinitely sure that his husband is the most beautiful, most gorgeous, man alive, but something about watching James endure their twin's separate imaginations has made the man so much more alluring in Regulus' eyes. God, James is fucking beautiful.

James is gorgeous. He is so sexy, in Regulus' eyes, so very, very attractive. But watching him be a father has made him ten times more attractive, Regulus thinks.

Now, maybe, just maybe, it is the raging pregnancy horomones coursing through his body; their youngest son still cooking for a little while longer.

Regulus sits on the sofa, curled up, a hand to his bump while he rests his pointed chin in the other palm as he simply watches James and their boys. He watches from the sofa, observing through the patio doors as the hot, late evening summer sun shines down atop his three sun screen covered boys.

"Okay, okay, settle down, I know it's hot outside but you're both spilling ice cream everywhere," James laughs smoothly as he hands little Alec Potter back his bowl. James had secretly taken a spoonful and Regulus had caught him doing so.

"Ez, you've almost just spilled ice cream on the tiles. That'd be very slippery, buddy. Be careful, love," James motions for Ezra's bowl, perhaps to even out the playing field and balance out the twin's bowls.

"You took some of Al's ice cream! Don't steal any of mine, daddy!" Ezra shrieks. He holds his bowl tightly in his tiny grip; he grips it as tightly as a three and a half year old can grip a bowl.

"You took my ice cream?!" Alec wonders. "Daddy!" He groans.

James wags a finger, a hand on his hip. He's shirtless on the patio; his sunglasses perched on his nose. Regulus wonders how good James' vision is without his actual glasses. Fuck, James looks so good like this.

Regulus has been married to James for four years now and he can't ever get enough of those tanned arms, that torso that is lean and toned from years of quidditch. James is hot, that is indisputable, but as a father, James is glorious.

"I didn't take," James corrects. "You just simply shared, honey," He chuckles.

Ezra lifts up his spoon; melted strawberry ice cream dripping from it. It is no more than a mere pastel pink liquid at this stage. "Here, daddy," He grins wildly. "I will share," He remarks proudly.

James grins. "Thank you, sweetie, it saves daddy running in and grabbing a spare bowl, doesn't it? I might wake mumma up then, so it's best if we stay outside in the sun before it's bedtime, yeah?"

Ezra nods, grinning from ear to ear. "You want some ice cream?" He asks James, his little voice sweet and innocent.

It is something that Regulus hopes that his son's never grow out of; having tiny, little voices; those soft mumbles and quietened rambles. He adores their tiny voices.

Regulus smiles softly to himself as he rubs a hand up and down his rounded bump. "It won't be long until you're sharing ice cream too, y'know?" He hums. "While your handsome daddy runs around with all of you,"

James bends down a little, smiling. "Go on then, I might as well share some of yours too incase Al feels I singled him out, eh?" He grins broadly.

Ezra moves to whisper something to his brother; before he brushes his dark hair out of his eyes and lifts his spoon to James' awaiting mouth.

Within seconds, little cunning Ezra has smeared the strawberry liquid all over James' nose and cheek before both little boy's erupt into a series of shrieks and giggles.