Disclaimer: I don't own it, Jeez, you're dense if you don't remember; I've said it Seven times already!
Author's Note: I think this becoming little snippets of their lives after this chapter.
Hermione didn't know how long she sat there, crying; her children, her pride and joys, they were dead.
The next three weeks, Hermione couldn't seem to speak, couldn't seem function.
Sirius found her in the babies' room, sitting in the chair looking at cribs and the pictures.
"Love, we need to talk."
"Talk about what?" Hermione's voice didn't have the usual spark in it; it had been replaced by a harsh tone. "How someone murdered my children? How I don't even know what to do. I feel like something died inside of me; like someone has taken away a piece of my soul."
He took her in his arms, placing his chin on her head.
"I know. A piece of us went with them. This is what I know now; the High Powers gave us two perfect angels to show us the beauty in everything. So we get another chance with another angel."
"What do you want to name him?"
"Sirius Lee Black, Junior, I would like him to have my namesake but whatever you want." They started to walk back to the master suite, not speaking. When they finally made it back, Hermione decided to respond.
Hermione swallowed, "Yeah, okay. Let's go to bed; I think I can sleep finally." Hermione climbed into bed, hugging Sirius' pillow, watching him get undressed. "Sirius, will you spoon with me?"
"Okay." Sirius climbed into bed, wrapping his leg around hers and caressed her breasts.
"Sirius, not yet, just be here with me," Hermione kissed his nose and turned back around; he still didn't stop.
(Okay, I've had it! I am going to fast-forward once again because I want it to be good again.)
Hermione sat on the couch, reading and eating cereal; her stomach had gotten so big she could place the bowl on her stomach. Suddenly she felt a jolt in her stomach, and felt herself getting wet.
Her water had broken; the mediwizard said that spicy foods could induce labor but she didn't care, she wanted the Cheerios with jalapeños peppers for breakfast.
"Sirius, my water broke!" Sirius came rushing in from hunting, mud dirtying up her immaculate carpet. "You're getting my carpet dirty, Sirius. Take off your shoes and take them to the mud room." Sirius looked at her like she was crazy, "Now, Sirius." Sirius slowly took off his shows and walked into the back of the house.
Sirius came back and rubbed her stomach, "how are they?"
"They hurt a lot; just get me upstairs." Sirius bit his lip when she grabbed his hand, feeling the bones break.
Seven Hours Later
"He's just being stubborn," the mediwizard sat up from in-between Hermione's legs. "Just a few more hours, and he'll be here."
"Love, you are doing so great. I love you." He kissed her sweaty forehead. Hermione glowed with a warmth and a strength that Sirius had only seen once before; when Hermione delivered the twins
"I wanted to say, Sirius, that no matter what, I love you."
"What's wrong, Hermione? What's going on?"
"This birth going to be so painful so I might not wake up for a few days."
"Okay." He looked at his watch, "another contraction is coming in three...two...one. Squeeze my hand." He felt his hand break again.
The mediwizard came back in, taking the stool and getting in-between, when Sirius had a thought.
"Can I watch behind your shoulder?" The mediwizard looked at him like he was crazy but nodded slowly.
Sirius stood behind him, watching in amazement. "Oh he's crowning, one more good push then stop. Good, now breathe, one more good push then oh, he's out. Mr. Black, you can cut the umbilical cord. Mr. Black?" The mediwizard turned around to find Sirius on the floor. Hermione scoffed. "Aren't you worried?"
"No did he hit his head on something sharp?" The mediwizard shook his head and cut the umbilical cord.
"Do you want me to revive him?"
"No, he'll be up and about soon, just leave him. The money is on the nightstand, thank you."
True to her word, Sirius stood and got into bed with her and watched Sirius Junior suck greedily. "I never thought I would be jealous of my own son."
"Ha, I need to be a different bed; we have to buy a new bed."
Sirius looked at her inquisitively, "why?"
"Because, Mr. Black I want a new bed; we buy a new bed after a child is born. So we are going sleep in the master bed room. Carry me there." He nodded and swept her off her feet.
The next morning, Hermione woke up to hear Sirius Junior sniffling.
"Oh you want to be fed," She carried him over to the chaise-lounge, making small circles on his back. "So demanding for someone so young. You're just like your older brother, Alexander; he just refused to share with your older sister, Alicia. But they aren't here with us right now, so you don't have to share with anyone; you'll be my only baby." Hermione sniffled, not noticing Sirius listening behind her.
"I know, Hermione. I'm always going to remember our first children, but Fate has given us Junior so we need to relish this time." She nodded, wiping at her eyes. "Now I want to sleep and I think you should too. You just gave birth four hours ago; you should be exhausted. Come on back to bed."
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