Dora approached him with a soft smile and tired eyes and rested her hand on the small of Remus’s back. She tipped her head onto Remus’s arm and gazed at their son. Teddy had her lips, Sirius noticed. A pretty little cupid’s bow. Dora moved her hand in slow circles on Remus’s back, and Sirius’s stomach lurched. He felt like he was intruding on a private family moment. She tilted her head up to look at Remus—her husband, Sirius reminded himself—and there was nothing but adoration on her face.