Sirius watched Iris go into their walk in closet and come back with piles of clothes, all that she would throw into the trunk. He just leaned against the window, watching her as she packed. He had a hard and cold face as he watched her, and she was aware of that. She purposefully, kept her eyes down, as to avoid meeting his gaze.

Iris threw the last of her clothes in and then locked up the trunk. She let out a large sigh and then finally looked up to see Sirius. He was standing there, against the window, tall and handsome, glaring at her. She was yet again, struck by his beauty and it touched something deep with in her dead heart. That undeniable beauty touched something so deep within her that she suddenly found everything in her dead and unfeeling heart being opened up and being rejuvenated.

Iris let out a large gasp and Sirius' mean and cold face transformed into a worried expression. Seeing this, Iris' heart almost burst with the love that she had for this man - the love that had been covered up by the grief of her lost child.

She could feel tears beginning to pool in her eyes and she saw Sirius hesitate before taking a step forward, towards her, his hand outstretched. Iris saw that, burst into tears and ran towards him like the wind, crashing into him like thunder.

She crashed into him with so much force that Sirius had to take a step back to get steady. Iris was gasping as she cried, like she was resurfacing from the water - taking large deep breaths, for the first time. Her hands were locked tightly around his neck, her body pushed up to his so hard that Sirius immediately found himself aroused.

He buried his face in her shoulder, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. One began to travel up to her hair, so that he could hold her against him for as long as possible. But Iris seemed to have other plans. She pulled back and shoved her mouth against him so hard and with so much passion that Sirius felt himself burst into flames.

He grabbed her, and she jumped up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and they both felt back on to the bed, again with so much force that the trunk was knocked off. Iris heard clothes being ripped off, their ragged breathing, and the sound of moans and groans. Sirius' lips were trailing kisses on her neck but then he looked up to meet her eyes. Her chocolate eyes and he cupped her cheek, touched her forehead with his and asked, "What are we doing?"

Iris was about to speak but Sirius put a finger on her lips, "Iris, you know that I don't like it when I don't get what I want - you know I get depressed and my ego gets hurt and I start doing stupid things. Being my wife, I assumed you knew that. Being my wife, the love of my life and the woman who I trust the most, I assumed that you would know this about me."

Iris felt some of his tears roll down his cheeks and splash onto hers. Iris herself began to cry as he asked, "So then how could you not know that taking the thing that I want the most would destroy me?"

"Sirius -"

"I don't care what you say, Iris Black - you do not get to toss me aside," Sirius growled angrily, "You do not get to make me feel so insignificant."

Iris closed her eyes while Sirius buried his face in her shoulder, their naked bodies pressed together. "Please," he said, his voice thick as he cried, "Please, Iris."

"Okay," Iris whispered in a shaking voice, bringing a hand up to stroke his long hair.

"You can't," Sirius wept.

"I know, I know," Iris let her head fall back, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears of guilt in her eyes. The guilt of making the man she loved go through such unquestionable pain.

Slowly, he began to kiss her neck and Iris arched her back. This was perfect. Being back in his arms, overcoming that grief …

That grief.

Her sweet, innocent child.

Killed.

Sirius noticed when Iris immediately froze and gave his shoulder a slight nudge. She got off the bed, grabbed her shirt from the floor and pulled it on. Before Sirius could even think about all that was happening, Iris was out of the door.

As Iris walked down the stairs, she heard a cry of frustration followed by the sound of a vase smashing into the wall. The door was thrown open and she heard footsteps running down the door and soon enough, Sirius was in front of her, blocking the exit.

"Sirius, let me go," Iris hissed.

"No," Sirius growled.

Iris sighed and pulled out her wand from her jean's pocket, disapparating. Before she was engulfed by the darkness, she saw Sirius' hurt face and she felt her heart clench. But she couldn't help it - She was a coward, a hateful bitch, she knew she was - but the heart ache that her child had brought her was worse. And she couldn't help but remember him every time she saw Sirius' face.

o .O. o

Lily was standing in the kitchen, looking out of the window and drinking her usual morning tea. She could hear James taking a bath upstairs and even singing a very low key version of U2's 'Bad'. She was rubbing circles onto her belly, gazing out of the window when she suddenly felt something awkward inside her stomach.

She looked down in confusion.

There it was again. A small movement inside - sort of like a …

"JAMES!" Lily yelled in excitement, so loudly that the walls almost shook, "JAMES!"

"What? WHAT?" James yelled, running down the stairs in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and shampoo still in his hair.

"THE BABY!" Lily yelled excitedly, looking down affectionately at her stomach.

"What about it?" James asked, rubbing shampoo out of his eyes.

Lily suddenly grabbed James' wet and shampoo covered hand and placed it on her large belly. James felt something nudge his hand and immediately, his face lit up with pride that only a proud father's face could hold.

"He's kicking!" Lily cooed.

James dropped down to his knees, placing both wet hands on Lily's blue shirt, leaving wet stains but not caring. He put his ear on Lily's stomach and pulled back after a rather strong kick.

"Wow," James chuckled, "He's going to be a great quidditch player."

"You do realize that Quidditch doesn't require kicking, right?" Lily laughed, ruffling James' wet hair.

"He's still going to be a star," James grinned, looking up at Lily, "He's going to be famous - a legend. James and Lily Potter's son."

Lily smiled.

"I'm going to get him the best broom stick."

Lily chuckled, "Sirius has already decided that his first present to him will be a broomstick."

"God, the man always steals my ideas," James laughed. He put his ear on Lily's stomach again and began whispering words of love, affection and eagerness to the child.

After some time, their baby calmed down. James was a bit disappointed but the beautiful, fatherly look remained on his face. He stood up and turned around when suddenly, his towel fell to the floor.

Lily burst out laughing and laughed so hard that she collapsed on one of the chairs, a hand pushed up to her mouth to stiffle her giggles.

"Oh shut up," James chuckled, gathering his towel from the floor.

o. O. o

Iris walked into Hog's head, her head hurting and her body aching from the long journey. She was about to walk forward when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind, enveloping her in a warm, friendly and familiar hug.

Iris laughed, turning around to face one of her childhood best friends and one of her favorite people in the world, "Hi, JD."

"Hey, Ire," he grinned. Iris couldn't take in how much he had changed - JD had always been the good looking, Irish boy. Now he was a man. His hair had grown longer, touching his shoulders. His jaw was stronger, his eyes sharper yet softer at the same time. He had become good looking Irish man, already attracting the eyes of the young witches.

"You haven't changed," he chuckled, signaling to the bartender for two Fire whiskeys.

"I wish I could say the same thing for you," Iris chuckled, "JD - all grown up."

"Oh, shut up," JD laughed, grabbing the two glasses and leading Iris to the table next to the window. They sat down and he took a large sip of his drink, pulling a face, "Horrible wine. But I'll need it." He sighed and looked at Iris, "Now, tell me. What's going on with you?"

Iris shrugged sadly.

"Don't bull shit me - you know that I know you inside out," he said, taking hold of her hand, "What's up with you, Iris?"

Iris sighed, "Did I tell you that I got pregnant?"

JD's mouth dropped.

"Yeah. A month ago."

"Congratulations!"

"Not anymore," Iris said sadly, "I had a miscarriage."

JD's lips parted. Iris smiled sadly, downing her glass of fire whiskey and signaling for another. She turned back to look at her friend and saw that he was still staring at her, "Iris, I … I don't know what to - to say."

"It's okay," Iris sighed, "Any way, after the miscarriage … I lost myself. I really did and every time I looked at Sirius, I was just reminded of the baby. I became … so depressed, I can't even - tell you. Any ways … I've decided that I want a divorce."

JD stared at her before bursting into laughter.

"It's not funny!" Iris said angrily.

"You can't be serious!" JD laughed but after seeing the tears pool in Iris' eyes, the laughter drained from his face.

"You're serious," he breathed out, heaving a large sigh.

Iris nodded.

JD cleared his throat uncomfortably and wondered how the scene had gone from being so light and carefree to so damp and dense. All the feelings for Iris that he had bottled up for years now were being opened up and he again, started feeling that long and expired wanting.

But he shook his head.

"Iris," he said, ducking his head so he could see her better. Her eyes were on the counter, "Ire, look at me."

She looked up.

"You know that I have the least reason to say this because you know that you will always be my very first love," Iris shifted uncomfortably, "You know that secretly I can't stand Sirius. But …"

JD sighed, "He makes you SO happy that … there's no way I can resent him. He is the guy I would choose for you, obviously assumed that I can't take that role myself."

"JD -"

"God, you have no idea how hard it was for me to say that," JD chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

Iris smiled, "You really think Sirius is that amazing?"

JD grinned, "I know he is, even though I don't particularly like the guy."

Iris smiled, a twinkle in her eye appearing as she smiled while biting her lower lip. He gazed at her and smiled softly, before saying, "Go."

"What?"

"Go to him. Go tell him that you're fine and that you're calling off the divorce."

"JD -"

"Iris, remember that you put me in charge of all your decisions when we were fifteen," JD laughed, "I'm using that card."

"THAT card has expired," Iris chuckled.

"Doesn't matter," JD shook his head, laughing, "Go. Now."

Iris smiled at him one last time before suddenly rushing out of the bar. JD sighed, his heart heavy as he stood up and put on his coat. He was getting ready to leave when Iris suddenly ran back inside and threw her arms around him, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek.

"You're my best friend, you know that?"

JD smiled, almost sadly, "I know."

She was about to run again before she turned around and asked, "How long are you here for?"

JD ran a hand through his hair, "Ah, not sure. Maybe a week or two."

"Great," Iris grinned a dazzling smile, "Then you're staying at my place.

Aaaah. JD's back in the story. Sad. :'(

Hahahaha, naaah. A lot of people requested this and on top of that, this means a lot of new drama is on the way. ;)

I know that there isn't much LJ in this chapter but I mean, come ON, Lily's pregnant. I'm tired of mood swings and cute fluffy moments. I'm a drama addict. :P

Anyways. Guyyssss.

I wrote this story on fictionpress and it's about Amile - I don't know, he CLAIMS to have had this dream and it's really scary how accurately he told us. Apparently, he had a dream where he was shown the picture of his children in the future.

Any ways, you should check it out. I'm RipandTear on fictionpress and it's called Looking Forward. It won the Short Story Award in Pakistan. :D

Anyways, REVIEW! And please check out looking forward.

This chapter is dedicated to Jay Deeeee.