Disclaimer: I don't own these people; J. K. Rowling does.

Siriusly?

"Merlin, James, I'm not a baby type of guy! Why do you think I've not settled with anyone? I'm not made for families….and babies freak me out!"

His own voice echoed in his head as he lay on the couch in his living room.

Flashback

Sirius fumbled with his flat keys replaying the events of the evening in his head. He never thought he would enjoy a night spent watching three-month old Harry. Actually, now that he thought about it, he never fathomed the thought that Lily would let him babysit. He finally opened the door with his keys and shuffled into the warmth of his flat. He hung his scarf and coat on the coat hanger that Lily made him buy and walked over to his living room, but what he saw as he approached made him stop in his tracks. Someone was sitting on his couch thumbing through the Daily Prophet he'd left on his coffee table.

"Still trying to blend in well with the Muggles?" the stranger asked, not looking away from the newspaper.

"Might as well when we're living in their world," he answered, setting his keys on the side table and coming to face the intruder. "Rachel," he said with a smirk. "What do I owe this unpleasant surprise?"

Rachel looked over the paper at the man that stood in front of her. "Wanted to see if you had come to your senses about these folk," she answered sarcastically.

Sirius smiled, "If only your dreams would come true. Now, if you don't mind, get out!" he said sitting next to her and putting his shoes on the coffee t able with his hands behind his head.

She folded the paper and turned to the man next to her, "Still living like a dog?" she sneered.

Sirius who was just about to reply to her comment was taken aback when he got a good look at her. With the newspaper in front of her he hadn't noticed the size of her stomach. "I hope you're fat." He said stupidly. From the shade of red Rachel's face had become, he was sure he had said something dumb.

"I'm pregnant you git!" she spat. "Seven months pregnant and yes it was that Valentine's day night. Yeah, you're the father." She said while Sirius just stared blankly at the belly. He made a move to touch her belly but she slapped his hand away. "I need money to set up the nursery, by clothes, food, diapers. Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you anything." At the mention of money Sirius was brought back to reality.

"Excuse me," he started. "You were not going to tell me that I got you pregnant IF you HAD money?" he asked her incredulously. "Are you bloody mad? What makes you think I'll give you the money NOW?" he asked her angrily, standing up now as his anger built.

"Legally you're obligated-"

"Legally I'm obligated to know when I'm about to be a bloody father!" he screamed cutting her off. "What were you going to do? Give birth and keep it as one of Voldemort's pawns?" he asked her. "Do you have any idea of what he might do with a pureblood baby?" Rachel sat there quietly. "You think I'll let you take the baby into that kind of environment? The environment I ran away from?"

"She is my daughter and I will do what I want with her!" Rachel spat back at him.

"To hell you will!"

"You have no right to her!"

"I'm the father Rach! I have as much right as you do!"

They argued for what seemed forever to Sirius until finally they decided they'd try to talk like two mature adults the next day. He let her sleep in his bedroom while he stayed on the couch.

End Flashback

He couldn't lay on the couch any longer without talking to someone about this and he knew just the person to go to.