An ENTERPRISING OMEGA

Chapter 71 : Gifts?

And so, how will His Imperial Majesty punish my mother?

—I swear you're tiring me out using my title every two minutes, Siri. Seriously, I wonder if I'm going to punish you for being so easily subdued.

Voldemort looked up from his report to see Black raise his hands in peace. He wouldn't mind torturing this idiot a little, who by irritating his husband, was irritating him at the same time. Proof that the animagus wasn't totally linked to the werewolf or he would know that it was a very bad idea. Besides, what disgust had kept Lupin back until then? Maybe Walburga Black.

The Emperor adjusted his position in his chair and put down his parchment. Spain was going to remain a thorn in his side for a while, but since the rest of the empire was behaving rather properly... No, what worried him more was that Christmas was just around the corner and he still didn't have a gift for his omega. For the little ones, more stuffed animals wouldn't hurt, especially since they were really too small for anything else. In itself, it was to mark the occasion. Especially since Harry had talked about taking photographs of their first Christmas as a family.

Voldemort felt a strong emotion and his stomach twisted a little. Something that had not happened for a while. He felt Harry's questioning gaze on him and he signaled to him that it was nothing worth talking about right now. Voldemort would bet on the fact that his husband already had a gift for him and he was already convinced that whatever it was, he would like it. For the simple reason that it would come from Harry and no one else. Besides, the idea that they would still have to sort through a whole bunch of packages after the holidays... Voldemort wanted to let Dobby take care of it out of pure villainy. Even if he didn't think that the house-elf would see it as a punishment... On the contrary, he would even see it as the fact that Voldemort was finally counting on him.

— So what are you going to do to him?

— Sirius, can't you see that I'm worrying enough about the annual review that YOU didn't do?

— Ah… I know, I know! But I can’t concentrate on it! Who cares, you’re definitely in excess! Everyone came to the Mythological!

— Yes, that answer helps me a lot when calculating the employees' New Year's gifts! Get the hell out of here before I cast spells on you!

— You wouldn't dare do that to me in front of the twins, would you?

— I'm going to embarrass myself! Get out!

The animagus narrowly avoided an Expulso and rushed out of the room. Voldemort then made sure that their young were still asleep, which they were, well protected by their nanny Nagini. Then he turned to his husband with a smirk.

— I think I'm rubbing off on you a little.

— I think you're getting a little too proud. I assure you that Sirius is always as insufferable at Christmas time and I never refrain from casting a spell or two on him.

His omega hadn't even looked up to say that, missing the quick pout that Voldemort executed, a rare occurrence. The Emperor stood up and leaned over his husband's shoulder to quickly examine his accounts. He didn't notice any errors and straightened up without saying anything, knowing that Harry wouldn't want his opinion on the matter at the moment. However, he was rather impressed by the turnover, although like Black, he suspected that it was also the effects of the marriage to him that had pushed the population to rush to the Mythological. No doubt to see the pregnant omega and be disappointed not to meet him there. Safety first. Voldemort poured himself a glass of sherry, did not offer any to his omega who would say that it was far too early for a glass of alcohol. In which he would also be right. Voldemort therefore put it down and sighed heavily.