❁ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴄᴜᴘ - ʀ.ᴊ.ʟ❁

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{As promised, another little Lupin fluffy oneshot. It is in third person, because it's just easier with all the different perspectives. Hope you enjoy it!! <33}

𝕬 warm smile teases at Willow's lips, humming along interestedly to the baby babbling in her hold.

The hallway between the bedrooms of the cottage seemed far longer in the nippy, cold Winter months, and the short journey to collect Lennox from her room was made far more pleasant by her adventurous stories. Mischievous too. Lennox was the most mischievous of the Lupin babies, undeniably a future Gryffindor in the making, much to James, Sirius and Remus' triumph.

Upon entering the bedroom, Lennox's honey eyes visibly brightened at the sight of her sleeping dad, cocooned in the mountain of yellow blankets, giggling in glee. Willow very quickly padded to her side of the bed, lowering Lennox down to climb in, then snuggling in herself to keep warm. Apparently having children means you lose the ability to be unbothered by the cold, her teenage self snorting every time she pulls on another pair of Remus' woolly socks.

By the time she's fixed and secured the blankets, Lennox has managed to worm herself into Remus' arms, laying a palm to his cheek. Her heart swells, and her chest brimming with love, burning the imagine into her mind for the intention of cherishing. Lennox is their last baby, their teeniest, tiniest cub, they really savour these moments, especially considering how fast Teddy and Maple have grown up.

"Dada..." She whispers, head shaking to rub noses with him, just as she's observed and received from the rest of family over her existence as a being. Remus stirred, and Willow couldn't help but reach to smooth back his sandy and silver locks, just as enamoured as Lennox is.

Starting, blossoming, completing their little family only seemed to grow her love for her Casanova. Seeing him being a dad to their three cubs, and parent with him is the greatest honour she's had her whole life.

Remus hums, a lazy, groggy sort of thing that tells Lennox he's awake despite his eyes still being shut, edging closer to properly rub noses as he rasps,

"Hi, baby"

Along with each of their children to be named a cub, Remus also gave them each a term of endearment that's solely for them. Maple — Cub — Sweetheart. Teddy — Little Cub — Bear. Lennox — Tiny Cub — Baby. Because she's the baby. And of course, Willow's still, and always will be, his Buttercup, just as he's her Casanova.

He peers sideways, to the prepared bottle of milk Willow was reaching for on the nightstand, then gently moving Lennox higher up the bed, head tipped on the pillow for the best angle to drink. Like always, he props himself up to hover over her, stroking back her pearly hairs and tracing his forefinger over her soft features — particularly the slope of her tiny little button nose.

"Am I next?" Willow asks cheekily, earning a eye-sparkling, stomach-fluttering look from Remus, not missing a beat with his quick reply, "Your turn is tonight"

She chews the inside of her warming cheeks, unable to help herself leaning upwards to his level, fitting her lips to his. Remus hums into it, shoulders quaking in laughter at her huff as soon as he pulls away, though a swift turn around with a soft sigh when they rather land on her nose. Nose kisses. A simple gesture that had an intricate meaning behind.

"Eugh, nobody wants to see this as soon as they wake up. Especially after my dream"

From the door, plaid pants cladded to his long legs, and an old woolly jumper of his dad's engulfing his frame, Teddy wanders into the bedroom, unbothered by the cold floors against the pads of his feet. He'll grow out of that in years to come. Willow shuffles backwards, making more room in the middle for the boy, hands immediately weaving through his sandy locks, leaning to kiss his nose, voicing both Remus' and her question,