A/N- So I see we all agree that Sirius' POV….well half right. Though I did have an idea (and someone else suggested it, I was so happy!) that Aspen is going to insert comments here and there (by….some means, let's not ask too many questions…)

Hope you guys get it! Like, I hope its not too confusing.

BTW- Skate fics have to start going into the Post-Island land….

AND Doom comes out soon! When it does I fully except some Karl Urban fics to sprout out of the ground, ok?

HERE WE GO!

Sirius

Aspen

October 31, 1975 – Halloween among other miracles

We're up to hour 9 in the labor process…no real advancement. Although ever since James came back from the Healer's sitting on a bag of ice he's been smart enough to stick by me. Should never have come inside, the prat.

Lily ventured back inside the room…it must be like a secret club of some sort. Only those with vaginas may enter unharmed. Well only those with vaginas understand! The rest of you are all just pricks. Hmm, double entendre there.

I think Lily would've wreaked some revenge for poor James, but even she's not going to mess with a woman 9 hours in labor with an eternity left to go. Damn straight.

To be continued…easy for you to say, you don't feel like your arse is falling out! Amen.

LATER

15 hours since that ruddy owl interrupting the Witch Weekly Wedding Edition bonanza James was having and still no baby. Not even any pushing!

No one told me I'd be this long a bloody wait, I would've done something constructive with the time. Like flown around the world on a rickety broom.

At least after the first 12 hours Aspen allowed me to come inside the room. Lily was about to fall over in her chair she was so tired and Aspen needed someone to pester. So naturally she thought of me. Of course I did, you got me into this mess and your going to have to sit through it now! This is your fault! It takes two! Fine this is HALF your fault and don't you ruddy well forget it!

Gotta love her. I've been a dog-animagus for a while now, but I've never felt more like a golden retriever then in that waiting room. "Get me ice" "Get me a damp cloth" "Rub my shoulders" "Hold my hand". No 'please', no 'thank you', no 'honey'. Oh, I'm sorry. Please get me from freaking ice and thank you for putting me in such a condition, honey. Was that so hard? We're never having sex again. Now, now, don't say things you don't mean. I mean it! No more labor! I'll live without sex! Better yet! I'll become a lesbian! If you become a lesbian…can I watch? GET SOME MORE ICE!

LATER-ER

It was 10 am when Dumbledore and the gang came in. 17 hours since the labor began. McGonagall brought flowers, Frank and Alice brought flowers, Hagrid brought flowers, Mad-Eye brought flowers, Lupin brought flowers, Dumbledore brought socks and Peter brought nothing. And I don't even like bloody flowers, I like pain numbing potion.

I like Tabasco sauce. Go get some Tabasco sauce.

No! No more bloody Tabasco Sauce! I'm up to here with ruddy Tabasco Sauce! If I never see Tabasco Sauce again it'll be too soon!

UNLESS YOU WANT TO SUFFER GREATLY YOU WILL FIND ME SOME TABASCO SAUCE REALLY RUDDY FAST!

I left her in Lupin's hands (as she's a bit opposed to Peter touching her) and went halfway around London trying to track down Tabasco sauce.

When I came back she was in the middle of a contraction and squeezing Lupin's hand so hard that it came out of her grip bent to one side. Safe to say he wasn't disappointed to be relegated to the waiting room. Lucky bastard.

Hour 19 of the labor commences as I skip my third meal to stay next to Aspen who has also skipped three meals because she can't eat anything while she's in labor. Just ice. Lots and lots of ruddy ice. Oh! And you know what she did when I showed her the Tabasco sauce? Vomited. She blew chunks because it smelled bad.

It smelled bad! Made my tummy go all wonky, not my fault. SO your fault. Your fault I'm pregnant, your fault the Tabasco sauce entered into the equation at all. That's not fair! NEITHER IS LABOR!

LATER-ER

We're nearing three o'clock. That 21 bloody hours! That's nearly a day! Though she's getting closer, she's inching along towards the actual pushing part. INCHING.

Am I being punished? I wish so, you prat. You have NO IDEA what your doing to me and it's going to get worse before it gets better!

I am so hungry. And I'm not? I'm also trying to deal with the pain of something the size of a goat trying to move through something the size of a quarter! A quarter? Come on! No offense, dear, but a quarter?

SHE HIT ME WITH THE RUDDY ICE BUCKET! This labor is going to kill me!

LATER-ER-ER-ER….

It's 10 o'clock. 28 hours.

Aspen's right, we're never having sex again! SHUT UP YOU BASTARD! SHUT UP AND LET ME SQUEEZE YOUR HAND!

Bloody hell! SHE'S PUSHING! SHE'S PUSHING!

OUCH RUDDY HELL WOMAN I NEED THAT HAND FOR ALL THE NIGHTS WE WON'T BE HAVING SEX! DON'T DAMAGE IT!

Dear Sweet Merlin! I never…my good god…is she really….oh, that's not going to fit. OF COURSE IT DOESN'T FIT YOU BASTARD! AND IT'S YOUR FAULT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN THIS IS OVER!

Oh…oh my…DON'T RIP! I NEED THAT INTACT!...HOLY DINGBATS!...Um…There's a rather large, red, squiggly thing the size of a goat COMING OUT OF MY GIRLFRIEND'S VAGINA!

OH MY GOD THAT MUST HURT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD!

….10:31 pm on October the 31, 1975. Does my baby have a sense of humor or what?

That was…wow. I mean…wow. Aspen just, I mean, she, wow.

The Healers are cleaning up the baby and Aspen looks thoroughly exhausted. With good reason! I'm thoroughly exhausted and I didn't just do…well…wow.

She's holding it! JAMES GET THE RUDDY CAMERA! Oh my….WOW. She's holding the…Aspen what is it? They didn't say. Girl, it's a little girl.

Don't say it, Sirius!

Say what? That she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? Aside from her mum, that is.

What we calling her?

I can choose?

You just…I mean you…wow. Yes.

Britain. Let's call her Britain.

… like the country we live in?

I was named after a place and it's been perfectly lovely.

…it's a place is all. You don't like February? Or Halloween?

That's a month and a holiday!

Both of which are appropriate! It's all Hallow's Eve this kid kicked out!

Britain is a fine name!

How about Hallow for the middle one? She needs something to fall back on!

I JUST WENT THROUGH A TWENTY EIGHT HOUR LABOR WE'RE NAMING HER BRITAIN!

Britain Hallow it is.

SHE HIT ME WITH ANOTHER RUDDY ICE BUCKET! SOMEONE TAKE THE ICE BUCKETS AWAY FROM HER!

A/N- Well, there you have it! Britain Hallow Black. I like the name Britain, it's been mulling around in association with the character for a while. Hallow I threw in there, seems like something Sirius would do. So here we have it! The birth of the Black baby!

What does everyone think?

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