In the warm, sunlit kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Remus and Y/N sat at the wooden table, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Sirius, their beloved partner, bustled around, making breakfast. As he moved, his vibrant energy was evident, his movements quick and purposeful, almost reminiscent of a playful dog eager to please.
Remus glanced at Y/N with a knowing smile. "Watch this," he whispered, eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned to Sirius, who was humming softly to himself. "Sirius, could you fetch the milk from the fridge, please?"
Without hesitation, Sirius spun on his heel, his face lighting up with a broad grin. "Sure thing!" He dashed to the fridge, pulling out the milk with an almost eager excitement. As he returned, Y/N couldn't help but notice the slight waggle in his step, an endearing habit that reminded them of a dog wagging its tail in delight.
"Who's a good boy?" Y/N cooed, reaching out to ruffle Sirius's dark, messy hair. Sirius's cheeks flushed a light pink, and he leaned into the touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
"I am," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate. The scene was so tender and familiar; it warmed Y/N’s heart.
Remus chuckled softly, patting the seat next to him. "Come sit with us for a bit. You've been running around all morning."
Sirius obeyed instantly, sitting down with a contented sigh. He rested his head on Remus's shoulder, and Y/N couldn't resist scratching the back of his neck lightly, earning a pleased hum from him.
"You really are like a big puppy, you know that?" Y/N said, laughter in their voice.
Sirius looked up at them, his grey eyes sparkling with humor and warmth. "I suppose I can't help it. Being an Animagus does that to you."
Remus nodded in agreement. "You've always had that playful spirit. It's one of the many things we love about you."
Sirius's expression softened, and he nuzzled closer to Remus, his hand reaching out to grasp Y/N's. The three of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the bond between them palpable and strong.
Just then, the doorbell rang, shattering the serene quiet. Sirius's head shot up, and he glanced eagerly towards the hallway. "I'll get it!" he exclaimed, jumping up with the same boundless energy.
As he trotted off to answer the door, Y/N and Remus exchanged amused glances. "I don't think we'll ever get used to that," Y/N remarked, shaking their head fondly.
Remus chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "And I wouldn't want it any other way."
A few minutes later, Sirius returned, holding a package and looking quite pleased with himself. He placed it on the table and looked at his partners expectantly, his body practically vibrating with excitement.
"Did I do good?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.
Y/N stood up and wrapped their arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You did great, Sirius. Thank you."
Remus joined in, pulling both of them into a tight embrace. "You're our good boy, always."
Sirius beamed, his heart swelling with love and contentment. Moments like these, where he was cherished and understood, made every playful fetch and affectionate head pat worth it. And as he basked in the warmth of his partners' love, he knew he would happily fetch a thousand more things just to see them smile.
