A crippling contraction wrapped itself around Remus' entire body, causing a sweat to break out across his forehead. He groaned in pain as the contraction grew in intensity with each passing second. Sirius allowed his head to be used as a makeshift stress ball but with each painful squeeze brought him closer to having several broken bones. Remus relaxed once more as the contraction subsided but his chest heaved in an attempt to regain his breath.

"Alright, Mr. Lupin, the potion is ready. I know you wish you could be more aware for this but there is no easy way for you to have this child. I will not have you in any additional pain for your pride," The healer said. Her commanding presence suppressed any arguments and Remus took the potion without a fight.

"Alice is almost here, Mooney. Just a few spells and your pain, achy feet, and swollen joints will come to an end," Sirius soothed. He ran his fingers through the sandy blonde locks of his lover, watching him down the numbing potion. "Come back out from Underland, Alice, you have enough time to play with the white rabbit and the mad hatter." Remus laughed at the statement, the potion beginning to work on his mind and body.

"What about the Red Queen, the March Hare, or the White Queen? Oh how I love Alice in Wonderland," Remus slurred, musing once again on his latest obsession. "Can we name our son Absolem? We was so wise for an opium smoking caterpillar." The healer raised her eyebrows and shook her head as she hung a cloth to block his view of the other half of the bed.

"How do you know the next one will be a boy? And shouldn't I get to name the next one since you got your way for her? I am rather partial for Sirius Black Jr, honestly," Sirius offered with a very wide grin on his face. Remus attempted to form a rebuttal but the fog that was clouding his mind made it hard to create his thoughts. "Or Remus Lupin Jr works too if you like. We will cross that bridge when another movie catches your fancy. Let us meet Alice first."

A/N: I am on an Alice in Wonderland kick again. It seems to come in waves and influences what I'm writing at the time. That is the only – reasonable – explanation for this.