Interruptions (1/1) (jegulus raisign Harry)

Regulus couldn't care less what was going on, all he wanted was James. He wanted James and he wanted him now. He didn't care if there were other people around, or if they were busy, or trying to work.

But lately Regulus' attempts to get James attention, full undivided handsy attention, were being bested.

By a 3 year old.

By their son.

By their 3 year old son Harry, whom recently leaned how to open bedroom doors and interrupt his parents "funny business".

Regulus loved his son more than anything in the world. More than James honestly but he was still that 16 year old sometimes who just wanted to sneak into a broom cupboard and make out with his secret love.

But instead, tonight as they were making out in the hall closet, trying to secure one moment of peace, they heard the tiny feet shuffle across the floor, pull a door open, and then the banging on the closet.

"Papa, Papa, Dada, Dada," Harry would say in his tiny little voice.

James would pull away quickly and Regulus would groan. James always happy to go wherever he is needed, opens the door for their son and quickly scoops him up.

"What's up kiddo?" James says as Harry nuzzles into his shoulder.

Regulus sighs, a smile creeping across his face because he can't get enough of his family, of his life. He took a step forward, wrapping his hands around James' waist and squeezing Harry in between them.

"Can't sleep... my blanket is itchy," Harry mumbled, eyes already dropping heavily now cuddled by his fathers.

"Come on, love," James said. "Let's go back to bed," he added.

To Harry's defence, the blanket he was referring to was wool, but Regulus is not convinced it's sheep, as Barty and Evan laughed far too hard about it's material when they gave it to Harry when he was born. The problem is, the boy is still just a little one and demands the blanket even though every night he doesn't like it.

Regulus and James walked back to Harry's room, and gently placed the toddler on his bed, while Regulus switched out the blankets per their nightly routine with one hand knit from his gran. Regulus was pretty sure she knit with silk sometimes because all of her items were so incredibly soft.

They watched as Harry settled so quickly, gripping the blanket with a tiny fist, and then both kissed his cheek to tuck him in. Harry was sleeping soundly before they even made it out of the room.

"Want to?" James asked pumping his eyes brows at Regulus, and pulling Regulus into him by his shirt and jeans and anywhere he could grab really.

Regulus leaned in, kissing James sweetly but firm, and when he pulled away only mere inches, he nodded his head. A glint in his eyes that matched the mischievous sparkle in James'.

Is it just me? Or does everyone have the most out of the world, unsensical, elaborate dreams?

So, last night I had a one-of-a-kind dream.

So, I saw that a new teacher (a teacher who has actually taught me irl) had joined our school as an English teacher. Soon after that, our school goes bankrupt as the main source of funds for our school goes missing. What is that source of fund you make ask. It's a pot of ancient gold coins. (This made complete sense in my dream). Therefore, to investigate the case, the school appointed me as the lead detective. And my companion is my magical peacock(who can even swim under water). So,the peacock and I start with the school's Principal as we had a suspicion on her. She tells us that the robber of the pot of gold had left her a note that the pot was buried under the nearby river. We took the note and went under water. Of course, my dear peacock swam underneath the water to get me over there but we found nothing. Thus, we realised that our Principal had given us a fake lead. Our suspicions against her increased even more. Therefore we went over to her place the next day but to our disappointment, we found her dead. Yup, the Principal was dead. And there was a death note beside her from the murderer. However I noticed that the note had an ice cream stain on it. I immediately knew who it was. It was our English teacher. (Irl, I follow her on social media and she makes ice cream at home pretty often). Yeah, even this made sense to me in the dream. But how could I prove that she was the murderer and the robber? I had an idea and informed of my theory to my best ffriend(also the student of the school) who was an Instagram influencer in the dream. She agreed with me and we decided to raise a false alarm via her Paparazzi contracts that the pot of gold had been found. That night, we followed our English teacher and saw her enter the school premises. She rummaged through the girls' washroom and flushed a pan twice to reveal a secret door. It led to a dungeon and at the very end, we could see the pot of gold glistening in the moonlight. My best friend, my peacock and I turned the lights on and our teacher saw us. But she threatened us to get out of there ASAP and forget that she had stolen the pot of gold as she was armed with a gun. But we were smarter. My best friend had started an Instagram live and her many loyal followers and the students of the school had followed her to the school premises. The police came and arrested our teacher and thus, the pot of gold was returned. Here I come to the end of my dream.

Please let me know your thoughts to this as I wonder if people find this as hilarious as I do.

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