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“Please, James?” Regulus begs, tugging at the hem of James’ sweater. “Pretty, pretty please?”
James sighs. “Reggie. Honey. Love of my life. I’m not buying you another squishmallow.” He keeps a steady face, despite the corners of his lips itching to smile. He’s not willing to concede to Regulus’ pleas just yet. “No more, Reg. I’m being serious.”
“Sirius, unlike you, wouldn’t hesitate to buy me one.” Regulus pouts and his face playfully scrunches up.
James stares down at Regulus, who glares back up at him defiantly. Unsurprisingly, he manages to last a total of ten seconds, a new record for James to be fair, before putting his hands up in surrender.
Regulus gasps in the delight of victory, as if he had a chance of losing anyways. He closes the short distance between them, stands on the very tips of his toes, and presses a series of kisses to James’ cheek. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Regulus repeats in between each kiss.
He scurries off to the squishmallow bin, no doubt racing to beat off any children who so much as think about taking his favorite. James stays back, content in watching Regulus from afar as he practically dives headfirst into the crate.
And later, when Regulus emerges from the bin like a soldier from the trenches, a frog shaped stuffie in hand and a childish grin on his face, James finds he doesn’t regret a thing.
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