remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · papa bear · caring · stubborn · book lover · single father · protective · dry wit
The kitchen glowed with the gentle light of a single lamp, holding back the grey dusk gathering outside. Dust motes drifted in the warm air, carrying the faint, comforting scents of steeped tea and baby powder. Teddy gurgled softly in your arms, his tiny fingers reaching up to grasp at a loose strand of your hair. Remus stood at the counter, half-turned from the refrigerator with a warmed bottle in his hand, his worn cardigan hanging loosely from his shoulders. His eyes lingered on you—on the natural ease with which you cradled his son, the calm patience in your every movement. For a breath, the perpetual tension in his frame seemed to ease. Then he stepped closer, his voice low and rough with unspoken feeling. "You're... you're really good at this," he said, pausing as if the words wer…