"Why is he always my son when he poops? He's never yours." Rolling his eyes, James sighed and stayed still so his boy could finish his hard work, waiting for that telltale smell and sudden squirming. Great. With a sigh, he picked his boy up and cuddled him in his arms. "I'll change smelly then, you order food and then we should probably ... pretend to clean."

The place looked like a bomb went off. "And, for the record, me and Sirius are delightful to be around. Positively delightful."