Discarding All The Naughty Nights For Niceness, Or Are We?
Days followed like that for the last remaining Marauders; snuggling in the house, taking Harry to the nearby park, going on picnics, going for a drive on the motorcycle as long as there was a Transfigured sidecar and helmets involved at the werewolf’s behest for their safety, but one January day, when the black haired wizard had only four months and two weeks until his due date, was feeling particularly tired, so was taking a nap, but woke up without Remus beside him and wondered what was going on.
“Darling? Moony, where are you?” he called out, a bit upset that he couldn’t seem to find his husband, but when he walked into the sitting room and found Harry colouring, he smiled, noticing he was drawing a forest with a unicorn in it, it was cute. They had a bunch of his drawings up on the fridge, he was quite good at drawing, like Lily had been, always doodling on her notebooks. He felt tears prick his eyes at the memory of her drawing picture perfect lilies on James’ arm with a Muggle thing called a pen when he’d been asleep in their front room.
Remus spotted him, having been making dinner from the kitchen and saw the tears in his eyes, and didn’t say a word, guiding him into the kitchen with one hand in his, and one on the small of his back, nudging him gently with his face. Once they were in the kitchen, Sirius hugged him close and started sobbing into his chest. He didn’t know what had happened, but these past five months, the unusually emotional wizard was even more emotional, which was to be expected, but he was worried when he was just randomly crying, or so it seemed.
Calloused fingertips carded through his hair as he cried, knowing he was saturating his husband’s cosy looking crimson cardigan, so he tried to stop crying, but just managed to choke out, “Li…Lily was good…Lily was good at drawing too…” he went back to crying, a fresh bout of tears running down his face.
Remus’ face softened from it’s worried gaze, hugging him tightly, “I know, and it hurts to see that she passed that to Harry, who’s probably gotten James’ mischief too, so we’re in for a rough few years in awhile, aren’t we, Pads?” he tried to inflect a bit of humour to the situation, knowing that often helped his husband deal with things.
He sniffed, a tiny smile on his face as he hiccuped, “I…I bet he’ll be pranking us soon…” he let out a small chuckle, nuzzling his husband, kissing his cheek affectionately, “Thanks, darling. You’re so good at finding ways of calming me down…” he mumbled, hoping his more emotional state wasn’t being too much of a burden for Remus to take care of.
As if knowing exactly what he was thinking, he grabbed his chin in between his index finger and thumb, speaking a bit gruffer than he intended to, “Don’t think like that, you know you’re not a burden, you know looking after you makes me feel good, so stop worrying about it, alright?” he asked sternly.
Sirius yelped a bit when his chin was grabbed, but then his husband had to be evil and use that hotter than hell gruff tone that was verging on growling, “Dammit, darling your voice…oh, fuck…” he moaned a bit, his emotions hadn’t been the only out of control thing, he’d been a lot more needy and even though Remus usually made him hard most of the time anyways, all it took was the werewolf to look at him these days and he was turned on.
He smirked a bit at him, nipping his ear gently, “I know, but it’s effective when you need to be told off.” he grinned, then let him go, offering him his hand instead, “Come on, let’s get you something to eat. …What do you and little Eddie want to eat?” He asked because he knew his husband’s cravings got weirder by the day.
Sirius smiled lovingly at him, kissing his cheek affectionately a few times as he thought for a minute, rubbing his stomach, “Hm…oh, I know! Dog treats, but in milk, like cereal!” he replied excitedly with a grin.
The werewolf looked at him a bit weird, “You are aware that dog treats aren’t digestible for people, right?” he asked, worrying about him and the baby, getting a peanut butter and banana sandwich ready for Harry’s lunch, as well as a glass of freshly poured pumpkin juice from the fridge, like James, he loved pumpkin juice.
He pouted at the warning words, “But darling, I am a dog. I can shift to prove it, but you’ve warned me before you’ll punish me if I shift and it’s not a full moon with little Teddy in here.” he winked, giving him a bit of a saucy look before patting his stomach gently.
Remus rolled his eyes, tilting his chin to meet his, “Very well, you incorrigible old dog.” he kissed his cheek, “You go sit down at the table and I’ll be over with it in a bit, alright sweetheart?” he gently told him, pulling out a chair at the six seater table they had. He went over to the cupboard, hearing his husband softly talking to his stomach and trying to not melt a bit at that, but got some bone shaped cereal out of a cupboard that was well out of his husband’s reach, putting some into a bowl and adding milk, grabbing a spoon and bringing it over to him, “Here you go, my incorrigible mate.” he fondly told him, putting the disguised cereal down.
Sirius smiled warmly at him, looking up from talking to his stomach and smiled at Remus, pulling him down for a deep enough kiss to his mouth, squeezing his hand gently, “Thanks love, you’ve been great, looking after me and all with Teddy here.” he blushed a bit, glad to have the wolf he adored in his life.
Remus rumbled into his ear, pressing a teasing kiss to behind his ear as he tucked some of his wayward bun behind his ear, “There’s no need to thank me, my sweet star. I love you, and I enjoy taking care of you, as you put it.” he chuckled, sitting down with his own chicken sandwich, calling Harry in for his lunch, pouring a cup of tea for both him and his husband, who had gotten into tea once the baby found out it was warm and smelled good. Harry ran into the kitchen, his wild hair a mess, his new, well-fitting, round glasses fit him better than the ones his Muggle relatives had given him from a bargain bin. Life went on like that for the next few months.
Until April rolled around, where Sirius found he couldn’t walk about the house by himself without having to stop and take a break, it was advised that he shouldn't exert himself but when the full moon came that month and he shifted into his Animagus form dutifully, despite how worried Remus had been. He was in his ninth month of pregnancy now, ready to pop the little one out anytime now. They were having a son, they'd found out months ago, but were still very excited about having a baby. A baby boy, who would be called Edward Remus Lupin, by his carrying father’s request, which baffled his a bit until he explained that it had been the name of his younger brother of his Uncle Alpard’s, who had actually been nice to him, a rare and cherished thing among the unusually mad, bad and deranged members of the house of Black, which thankfully had died out now, since Sirius had gotten married and become Mr. Sirius Lupin.
Speaking of which, he waddled into the living room where he spotted Remus reading a novel with a cup of tea, Harry was spending a few days at the Weasley’s house, the BUrrow, as they weren’t sure when Teddy would arrive, but they knew it would be sometime this week, plopped himself down on his husband’s lap, to which Remus simply smiled, moving a bit so that they’d both be comfortable, starting to read the book aloud a little, knowing both his husband and son seemed to like his soothing but rumbly voice, so he read his book to them, a random book of poetry that he thinks was once Lily’s, but they somehow had it now, probably given to them as a joke, the redheaded witch had been more mischievous than anyone had given her credit for, and they both knew it had pleasantly surprised James. After about an hour of reading, Remus noticed the soft snores and snippets of sleep talk from his husband, who had curled into him at some point, stealing his excess warmth like he usually did, so he went back to reading, after softly speaking to the bump, “You and your dad sleep well, little cub.” He went back to reading then, waking his husband in another hour’s time to get something to eat, having to bribe him with peanut butter pumpkins, a favourite of his from Honeydukes, since he need the nutrients of some vegetables that he normally wouldn’t eat if not prompted by his husband. After dinner, he made sure he was nice and warm, giving him a bath and giving him some of the pumpkin shaped peanut butter chocolate sweets, which in turn, earned him many affectionate, if not some sloppy kisses.
He climbed into bed with him, snuggling him close, knowing the contractions had been hurting him a lot more seriously today than they had been any other day, so they had everything ready to go, just in case.
At about four in the morning, Sirius woke up, feeling a sharp jolt of pain, sharper than the other contractions he’d had before so he shook his husband, a light sleeper anyway, and hoarsely told him, “I think Teddy’s coming, love.” he tried to block the pain out when he spoke, so not to worry his wolf, but it didn’t work very well.
Remus woke right away, his alert senses letting him know something was happening, so he looked at his husband with a fair bit of panic, but immediately sent a Patronus to Molly Weasley to tell her that Harry might have to stay an extra night at the Burrow because Sirius was going into labour. He then took his shorter husband gently in his arms, magically summoning the hospital bag they’d prepared days ago when the contractions had been pretty bad. The only reason they knew it was time was because Sirius’ water had broken seconds after he’d woken him up, an indicator the child was fastly approaching.
When they reached St. Mungo’s via Floo since Apparating wasn’t safe for the baby or Sirius, the Mediwitch spotted them and hurriedly walked over to them, “Mr. Lupin, please come with me and we will get you comfortable right away.”
Sirius looked at her with a stony-faced expression, “Remmie’s coming in there with me.” he stubbornly stated, speaking through the pain, looking at his husband, who’s hand he was holding in a death grip.
The witch that had greeted them and had given Sirius a wheeled hospital bed after she’d quickly checked him in, protested again, explaining that the father usually didn’t go in with the expecting parent, but Sirius wasn’t having any of it though, adding seriously, “Remy comes with me or I don’t go in.”
The witch sighed in indignation before the taller man looked at her, knowing his husband well, “It’s best to go along with it, I won’t be much trouble, and he’ll keep quiet about it if you let me go in.” She mumbled something about him not being the trouble which he chuckled at, to which Sirius grumpily asked him what was so funny. He patted his hand, “Nothing sweetheart, it’s alright. Come on now, let’s get you in here, hm?” He nodded, the pain getting worse as the contractions got stronger and went with them, sucking in a gasp at the pain.
He was soon put into a different bed, gently by Remus who knew how to pick him up gently and put him down, not that he would have allowed anyone else to at the moment anyways, his wolvish side was making him actively more possessive and protective of his own little pack, his mate and cub. Sirius let him, kissing his cheek gently as he lay there, told to wait until it was the proper time to start pushing and when he did, he felt jolts of pain shoot down his body.
Healer Broderick smiled at him, checking his chart, and casting a diagnostic spell on him before she transfigured his genitals into that which would be easier to push the baby out of and told Sirius to push. Three or four hours later, the child came out, a cry could be heard. The cord was cut and his genitals were transfigured back to normal. He smiled tiredly at his husband, who was keeping an eye on the baby who was currently being cleaned and swaddled, they'd brought some nice blankets for their son.
Once swaddled, he was handed to Sirius, who proudly took him in his arms, watching as the nurse handed him a large potion vial which he questioned as he had no way to naturally feed him. He kissed his tiny forehead gently, "Welcombe to the world, Edward Remus Lupin. You're going to be a great kiddo, I know it."
Remus stroked onw of their son's hands, "Hi there, Teddy." They talked to the healer, thanked her again and once Sirius had little Teddy had been fed, they were told they could check out of the hospital and go home, and that's precisely what they did.