"Letters."
-SIRIUS BLACK MAY NOT HAVE BEEN A GOOD FATHER FOR THE PAST SEVENTEEN YEARS, BUT HE SURE WAS TRYING. Not knowing about his daughter's existence hurt him way more than he admitted and showed. He never understood why Cecilia felt the need to hide such an important thing from him.
But he still knew Cecilia well enough to know that she probably had done it so that he could spend his life with Remus. At the same time, Cecilia made sure that their daughter was loved and cared for by giving her to a good and trusted family.
But that didn't stop Sirius from always feeling the guilt. That didn't stop him from always feeling disappointed in himself.
Begging was something he had been doing often for the past few years. But he finally realized that he would rather his daughter be happy without him in her life than his daughter always hurt with him in her life.
Sirius prioritized Adhara.
At the same time, Sirius never had a good father figure to begin with. Growing up, he was abused both mentally and physically by both of his parents. He was more physically abused by his mother, but his father did most of the mental abuse.
So, deep down, Sirius always felt like he would never be a worthy person, just like how his father would always tell him whenever he saw the "disappointment of the family." Of course, Sirius was the disappointment of the family, unfortunately.
So when Sirius had an owl fly into his bedroom, where he was alone, flipping through a book he wasn't even reading—because when did he even read?—he stood up in confusion. He walked towards the owl that had flown through the window, gave it a treat, and then took the letter that was tied onto its leg.
He recognized the handwriting immediately when he opened the letter. It was from Adhara. His heart started beating faster, and he had to put a hand on his chest to calm himself down.
Finally calm enough, he started reading the letter. He felt his heart expand the more he read, tears also rushing to his eyes at the amount of happiness he felt.
When he finished reading the letter, Sirius immediately grabbed a parchment and a quill.
"Addie,
This is always your home. You don't have to wait for a letter back to know so. Come whenever you are ready. I will be waiting for you, and so will the others. You're a part of this family, Addie. I do not know how to express my gratitude to you for finally accepting this, but I can promise you that you will not regret it.
With love, your dad,
Sirius Black."He tied the letter to the owl's leg and said, "Give it to Adhara," and watched as the owl flew away.
The bedroom door opening caught his attention.
Remus walked into their bedroom, raising an eyebrow in question at his husband's delighted expression.That delighted expression faltered for a moment when Sirius saw the pain Remus was in. It was just a few days after the full moon. Remus took the Wolfsbane still at every full moon, but transforming into a werewolf and back into a human once a month was still painful.
After helping his husband lay down gently on their bed, Sirius smiled. That smile showed many feelings, Remus noted.
"She's accepting us, Moony," Sirius finally let out, holding a letter in his hand. Remus's eyes widened in delight. "She finally wants to be a part of this family."
Remus sat up, wincing in pain, but still managed to hug his husband. "Sirius, that's wonderful!"
Sirius nodded, a few tears falling onto his husband's shoulder. "I'm so happy I don't even know why I'm crying!" he exclaimed, confused at the tears falling from his eyes but not stopping them.
"Those are happy tears, Padfoot," Remus pointed out with a soft smile. He wiped his husband's tears and kissed his forehead. "When is she coming?"
"Soon, I hope. We can finally be a happy family, Remus."
Remus nodded immediately, love evident in his eyes. "We will be a happy family, Sirius," he promised, hugging Sirius again.
Maybe things were finally working out.
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