ROCKSTAR ⇒ jegulus

THIRTY SIX

"Hey! Look at you!" Sirius beams, a charming smirk gracing his handsome face; the kind of smirk that Regulus has too, or so James has come to learn in recent weeks. "God, Prongs, I swear that bump is getting bigger every time I see you," He gently claps James on the shoulder.

James smiles as he walks into the studio, clad in a navy jumper and light wash jeans. "Yeah, she's definitely getting bigger in there alright," He muses, placing a hand to the side of his bump. "My feet are staring to ache a little bit too, so I've got all of the joys of pregnancy going on at the moment,"

"Rems is just doing a cigarette run at the corner shop, Pete is on his way. I'm sure Reg will give you a foot massage if you ask him ever so kindly to," Sirius pauses, and grins at him, before nodding towards James' baby bump. "Is she kicking away in there?" He muses softly.

James nods. "She's always sort of kicking at this stage, or at least moving about at the least," He pauses; pausing to take in Sirius' softened features, the way that his grey eyes grow delicate; the sort of tender, sweetened delicacy that appears in Regulus' stormy eyes too; except Sirius' eyes are not intensified by it; whereas when Regulus discusses their daughter, his eyes are almost alive with something tender, something sweet; like honey.

"Yeah?" Sirius hums. "That's...that's really cool, Prongs," He utters. "What's it feel like? Like, a thumping? It doesn't hurt, does it?"

James shakes his head. "Not at all," He says. "Here, c'mere and give your niece a big hello," He reaches for Sirius' hand with little hesitation, gently placing it against his belly. 

Sirius smiles; a soft, warm, surprised sort of smile as his hand meets James' bump. "Oh," He murmurs. "Fuck, Prongs," Sirius utters gently; his voice smooth and soft.

Fuck, Prongs.

And James just gets it.

Fuck. That had been his own initial reaction to the strange, surreal feeling of his and Regulus' daughter kicking inside of him, drumming quietly against his ribcage, moving about at her own leisure.

"I know, right?" James hums in response. Sirius' hand is warm.

"That's...that's your little girl, Jamie,"

James smiles, nodding. "Yeah," He whispers back. "Yeah, she's my little girl,"

"You and Reg's little girl," Sirius beams at him. "How're you feeling, Prongs? Doing okay, yeah?"

"I'm great, actually," James says softly. "My daughter is kicking up her own little storm inside of me, I...I'm doing good," We're doing good. The both of us; together. Regulus is good too. The three of us; together. "Regulus is coming over for dinner, baby's getting fed, I'm getting fed, we're all eating good," He muses, running a hand over his bump; right where Stella is softly thumping.

They're having dinner together; which isn't unusual for them, but now that James fears his feelings surrounding Regulus have emerged; maybe dinner isn't just dinner anymore; not to James, at least.

Sirius chuckles. "Dinner, huh?" He smirks, almost knowingly. "Anything fancy?"

James shrugs. "Probably just Thai food or Indian, you know the Indian down the street from me?" He raises an eyebrow. "It's nice, not too much either, but it'd be enough to feed me and the baby," He explains.

Sirius' smirk only broadens at this and James begins to wonder just what is so downright funny about the beautiful, mouth watering, Indian takeaway place down the street from him.

"Oh!" Peter's voice startles James ever so slightly.  He has a cheap, electric vaporiser in his hand; which he immediately shoves into his pocket as soon as he spots James.