Sirius Black, 37, divorced, father of two and the love of my life. I met him when I had to accompany my best friend James to the doctor, well not exactly James. It was Harry, James´ son who had to get vaccinated; however James was the one who needed his hand held.
Harry, Sirius and I had a laugh over a grown man´s fear of needles. Today I am grateful for James´ fear; I never would have met Sirius without it. I don´t go to the paediatricians too often after I turned eighteen.
Sirius is my perfect man, he loves his life, every little bit of it. His work is so important to him, he comes home every day telling me about how cute his patients were that day, and he still tells the story of the teenager who told him that she was sexually active to piss of her mum at every dinner party. His work makes him cry, makes him yell until his voice is gone; however even amidst the crying and yelling he always smiles. His work makes him happy.
I make him happy too, and I know he loves me. Now, I am not being vain, I can see it in his smile and I can feel it in his kiss. I love him too, more than anything. The way he laughs, like a bark, the way he sings along to every song on the radio, no matter what genre or artist. I love the concentrated look in his eyes when he works on his motorcycle, or anything that takes his interest really. I love when he becomes emotional over his work, and I find myself re-telling his stories to my friends.
He´s not big on romantic gestures designed to make every woman´s ovaries explode. Instead he is brilliant at the little things, he notices when my flowers are wilting and surprises me with new ones, he notices when something is bothering me and makes me feel better without words, he makes my bad days into good days, and lately my bad days are fewer and fewer. The little things he does, sweeps me off my feet every time.
One thing he loves more than anything is his children, and it shows. His smile is a million times brighter with them, than with me or anything else. The care and protectiveness he has for them shines through every pore of his being.
He plays with them, and every other week the house rings with the laughter of the three of them. In the rare case that they need disciplining he excels at that too, he never raises his voice but he makes his point clear. I love him for that, his abilities as a father is possibly the thing I love most about him.
He makes sure that he spends the most time with both his children, doing things they want to do and never complaining. If his daughter wants to play dress up, he plays dress up, and if his son wants to jump on daddy´s back and play superhero, he does. He earned his "World´s Best Dad" cup.
The only thing wrong with the happy scenario is the simple and heart-breaking fact; his children hate me.
Now, I´ve tried. I´ve tried to better our relationship, and I won´t stop trying.
I have tried my best to bond with them, separately and together. Alec is quite nice on his own or with his dad. He loved being taken to the museum and shown around; he especially loved the Stone Age exhibit. He didn´t like me at first, not at all. However it didn´t take long before his mind was changed, just a weekend together. Sirius was at work, and Hallie and her mother were on a girls trip to London. Late night movies, chocolate and a trip to the zoo was all I needed to convince him that I wasn´t an evil stepmom from the fairytales.
His sister on the other hand seems unbreakable.