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Chapter 37

The honeymoon was beautiful, although they didn't really do much other than stay in the hotel room having "fun". However, when did they did go out they experienced the beautiful lands of Italy. It was actually James's decision to go there, as he always wanted to see why Italians have the best food. Now he knew why. Rather bad reason to go to a place, in Sirius's opinion, but he didn't really care where they went as long as they were together. They left Anastasia with Mrs. Potter so it had been just the two of them.

The honeymoon was over though. It was back to facing reality. Back to paying off the bills for the house, back to trying to find a decent job, back to raising a feisty toddler. Anastasia was now walking around the house and trying to be a parrot. Although she failed frequently with copying their words precisely, she had adopted a new favorite word. When it was least expected, Ana would come up to a person and simply yell out, "Fuck!"

Of course Sirius and James wondered where she got it from. Both of them were extremely cautious about their language when around their daughter because they didn't want her picking up bad habits. However, how do you punish an almost two year old for something she doesn't know is wrong? They quickly discovered that Mr. Potter did not have the cleanest mouth when around anyone. They reprimanded him and no more bad words came home with Ana.

Now it was December again. Sirius and James were lying in bed. Sirius was awake and James was still fast asleep, muttering about the chicken and how his life should be spared. Sirius shook his head slightly at his husband and laughed. They had celebrated his nineteenth birthday by apparating to California, America in hopes to go to Disneyland. It was a lot more expensive than they had expected, but they had gotten away with apparating and paid the admission cost. They had all had an incredible time, going on several rides like Pirates of the Caribbean and of course the ever famous Dumbo ride. They had rented a wheel chair for Sirius and the baby in order to get to the front of the line faster. Not to mention Sirius was still getting exhausted easily. A few people had been angry about their obvious faking of illness, but they couldn't do anything about it as Sirius had a medical record on him that stated that he was prone to bouts of exhaustion and might need rest randomly.

So Sirius was lying in bed thinking about that day when he felt the need to throw up. He got up and rushed to the bathroom. Behind him he could hear James sitting up groggily and asking, "Sirius, what's wrong?"

The only response he got was the sound of vomiting. He got up and walked over to see what was wrong with his husband. He was hunched over the toilet throwing up, trying to keep his hair back with one hand and holding his aching stomach with his other hand. James sighed and gently pulled back Sirius's raven black locks of hair. He loved Sirius's hair. It was so beautiful.

Once Sirius had vomited until there was nothing left, he sat back against the wall, coughing slightly. Concerned, James sat down next to him and gently placed his hand onto Sirius's forehead. "Do you feel alright?" he asked.

Sirius turned and glared at him. "What do you think? I just vomited my stomach out and I feel just fine. Goodness James."

James laughed at that. of course he wasn't feeling too good. "Sorry, Siri. I don't know what I was thinking. Do you think you're having a relapse?"

"I highly doubt it, considering that was over a month ago," he retorted and stood up suddenly. He got dizzy and leaned against the wall for support until it passed. Then he went to the sink and poured himself a glass of water to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth. "I think I'm just…I don't know. I'll be fine."

Unconvinced, James nodded. He didn't really want to start an argument, plus he could hear Ana crying, trying to get out of her crib. "Blood child," muttered Sirius under his breath as he tied his hair back with a hair band.

James smiled at that comment and went out to see what was wrong. "Hey Ana," he greeted her, walking into her room. She looked very disgruntled at being ignored for so long. "I'm sorry. Your daddy was having some technical difficulty."

She raised her arms, showing that she wanted out of her crib. He lifted her up and set her on the floor. She fell to her knees and started crawling over to the toys that she had in her corner. James smiled as he watched her. She was so like Sirius that it was scary. Sirius walked into the room and watched his daughter. "Any bad words yet?" he asked.

James shook his head. "Nah, she hasn't said anything yet. She will, but for now, I say we leave her to her toys and go eat breakfast."

"You know, I still don't like leaving her alone up here," Sirius protested as James pushed him from the room and down the stair. He sighed and sat at the table.

"I'm going to make you a delicious breakfast," announced James. He began pulling out eggs and hash browns.

Sirius sighed. As much as he loved him, James could be an idiot sometimes. "James, honey, you are aware that I just threw up and as such am not incredibly hungry," he said.

James nodded, but didn't stop cooking. "I know that, but you need to eat anyways to keep your strength up.

"If you say so," he muttered in response and stood up as an owl knocked at the window. He let it in and watched as it flew inside. It hooted softly as Sirius took the letter off of its leg and flew out the window. "Hmm, this is for you James," he said, reading the back of it. "It looks highly official."

James glanced over at Sirius and replied, "Open it and read it to me."

Sirius shrugged and opened the letter. "It says, 'Mr. Potter, you are accepted to the school of Aurors. This school is highly prestigious and gives only the best training for young wizards or witches who are interested in this occupation. Classes begin on the second of January. Sincerely….a lot of names.' Wow James. I didn't know that you actually sent in the applications."

James shrugged as he continued cooking. "I sent it in while you were ill. I didn't think you should be bothered with something so trivial at the time. So I got accepted?"

"That's what it says."

"Awesomeness!"

Sirius shook his head slightly. James finished cooking breakfast and came to set it in front of them. Ana came down the stairs and began poking Sirius just as he was about to eat, despite his protesting stomach. "What do you want, sweetie?" he asked his daughter, leaning in close to her. She pointed her finger and tugged on his sleeve. Sirius looked at James apologetically and followed her out into the other room. "Thanks a lot, kid," he whispered, a smile coming across his face. "I really did not want to eat that."

"I heard that, Siri," came James's voice from the kitchen. Both Ana and Sirius giggled at that.

A.N.-I'm tired. School sucks. Reality is hell. Please review. Thanks a bunch.