Caught in the middle of a crossfire
Lost my balance on a high wire
Trying to figure out what to do
Pushed to the edge of my reason
Everywhere around me it's treason
I don't want to do that to you

-Tyrone Wells

Three …

If she didn't wake up now, Sirius knew that there would only be one in a million chance of her waking up. And if she didn't wake up, then Sirius really didn't know what the point of killing Voldemort and their entire history, their love, their marriage … what was the point if she was going to die so soon?

Two …

"Please wake up," Sirius whispered but he knew it was over. She was not going to wake up. Iris Hewson Black, the fantastic Healer, the love of his life, his wife … was gone. How could he bear that?

One.

Sirius took a shuddering gasp of air. Time was up. The two days were gone and Iris Hewson, was never going to wake up, even though her heart was still beating inside her chest. She would be a vegetable and so would Sirius, in a way.

Sirius couldn't bear to look at her face. Her tortured face which was supposed to be peaceful. Her body was still rigid and as stiff as a board. He couldn't take it in. How was he supposed to live now when the object that his life revolved around was gone?

Sirius got up from the bed, and stumbled over to the dressing room, half blinded by his tears. He slammed the door and crouched down towards the floor, silent sobs ripping from his chest. He felt so empty, like the good and warm feeling he had nursed for three years had been snatched away from him.

Sirius leaned against the wall, trying to breathe even though his heart begged him not to. He was tired of the ugliness of the world, how someone he loved – and this case, someone he loved insanely – had to die. Just simply had to.

"Sirius?"

Great. Now his mind was also playing tricks on him by imitating Ir – her voice. What was next? Hallucinations?

"Sirius!?"

Sirius' head snapped up. That was definitely not in his head.

"SIRIUS?!"

The voice was coming closer. Sirius held his breath. No … God had never given him second chances before, why would he now? But if there was a chance, then Sirius would probably get a heart attack out of relief.

The door opened suddenly, making Sirius jump. And there she was. Her eyes swollen, her voice throaty, her face pale and her hair a mess. And still looking like the most beautiful girl in the world, because that was what she was to Sirius.

Sirius felt himself go weak as the relief overtook him. It was so overwhelming that he found tears welling up in his eyes. Iris dropped down to her knees as he let a rip once again. Sirius' arms snaked themselves around her waist, pulling her so close that it was a miracle she was able to breathe. Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his hair, whispering words of comfort.

"It's okay," Iris whispered, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"You didn't – you didn't wake up," Sirius managed to choke out.

"I did in the end," Iris said in an exhausted voice. She pulled him closer and leaned against the wall, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes. Sirius looked up at her and pulled himself up so that they were on the same level. He curved a hand around her neck and pulled her lips to his.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers, taking shuddering gasps of air, "you have … no idea how scared I was."

Iris made an apologetic face. Sirius pulled himself up and placed himself next to her, pressing his back to the wall so that Iris and him were shoulder to shoulder. He slipped his fingers into hers and picked up her hand, only to plant a kiss on her palm.

"Do you know what I was scared of?" Sirius asked, his gray eyes melting her chocolate orbs.

"What?" Iris gasped.

Sirius came forward and planted a light kiss on her jaw, and continued all the way up till her ear, "that I would never be able to do this again." He bit her earlobe very gently, "or this." He turned her head towards him and pressed his lips very softly to hers, "or this."

Sirius pulled back and draped an arm around her shoulders, as she snuggled into his side, a serene smile on her face. "And that I would never be able to tell you how much I love you." Sirius slid a finger under her chin and tilted it up, "and that I am ready to give you whatever you want."

Iris' breath hitched in her throat. Sirius leaned his head against hers and whispered, "I am … terrified at the thought of children. I don't know what a father is supposed to be like, seeing as all mine did was drink and abuse me."

"But when I think of raising them with you … I'm not as scared. Because I've come to the conclusion that when I'm with you, I can do anything. And for you, I can do anything. Me? I'll follow you to the end of the world."

When Sirius finished, Iris was having difficulty breathing. She was so transfixed by how he made her feel. So wanted, like the only woman in the world. And he agreed. He would have a kid with her, something that had become an obsession for her over the past few days.

"So you'll have a baby with me?" Iris asked, raising her eye brow.

Sirius smiled. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was only one in the morning. He looked back up at her and grinned. He leaned in closer and whispered, "want to make a baby right now?"

Iris rolled her eyes at his attempt (even though it wasn't really an attempt, since it came naturally to him) to be sexy. Sirius grinned and grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her on top of him and crushing her lips with his.

Hey guys!

Alright, so listen, I have NO IDEA what I should do with the twins/no twins thing. I mean, it's obvious that 60% wants twins. BUT BUT BUT It doesn't seem RIGHT, now that I think about it. Honestly, it doesn't!

So I came to this decision. What if Lily and James have Harry and then a girl later on? That way, every one is happy! Huh? HUH? :D

IRIS WOKE UP! YAHOOOO! And they agreed on having kids! So let's see what comes next – heehee.

Let me know what you think about the entire twins thing.

BTW, NO NO NO! Sirius and Iris can NOT have twins! I'm sorry, but they just can't!