It was bliss, every second of it, and Sirius imagined that he’d be deliriously happy doing the most mundane things with Remus. He couldn’t wait to shop for dinner with him, slipping his hands into his back pockets in the deli line at the market. He looked forward to folding the babies’ laundry together, their arms brushing sweetly as they sorted through endless pairs of tiny socks. He imagined getting the post together, walking to the mailbox hand in hand, and even taking care of Remus when he was sick, laying a cool flannel against his forehead, pressing sweet kisses to his sleeping face, and making sure he took his medicine.