I'm not sure how people are going to react to this, but yeah...I don't care. lol. Sorry if none of you like this new development.

Chapter 38

"I'm pregnant. Hey guess what James, I'm pregnant. Yeah, did you know that when you fucked the shit out of me during our honeymoon you got me pregnant? Didn't you always say you wanted another baby? Well, you get one 'cause I'm pregnant." Sirius sighed and sunk into the chair by the television. Anastasia was playing with one of her teddy bears and wasn't paying any attention to Sirius.

He'd just gone to see the doctor. After a month of throwing up each morning, he had had a vague idea what was going on, but wanted to be told by a professional at St. Mungos. He had gotten his answer and was deemed two months pregnant. Now he had to tell James. He didn't know whether or not James would be happy. After all, they already had one toddler, who was almost two. The last thing that Sirius really wanted was another baby, although he knew that he would welcome the newborn child. However, he didn't know if James would want to deal with that while he was trying to go through his Auror training school. That was where he was right then, and for the first time in forever, Sirius was dreading his coming home. He did not want to tell James about the pregnancy.

"Would you like a new sibling," he asked Ana, who looked up at Sirius curiously.

"Daddy," she said, standing up and walking over to him. He smiled and picked her up. Her hair was now longer, about shoulder length, and her grey eyes were already twinkling with mischief.

He gently stroked her hair. "You're going to cause me a lot of trouble when you go to Hogwarts, aren't you? Always playing around, pulling pranks, flirting with the boys." He laughed. "You're going to be just like James and me aren't you?" She giggled and cooed as an answer. Sirius set her back down and watched her play. She was so innocent and unsuspecting of the cruel world around her. Sirius envied her. He desperately wished that he was innocent and didn't know the cruelty of people, and how cruel they were to each other.

He sighed again and stood up, stretching out his arms as he did. "I think I'm gonna write something," he thought as he walked upstairs to get his notebook. After finding it and a pencil, he walked back down the stairs to find Ana much in the same position, playing with her toys. He smiled and sat back down into the chair. Opening the notebook, Sirius began to write:

Freedom

What would you do
What would you be
What would you say
If just to be free

Where would you go
Where would you flee
Where you hide
If just to be free

Who would you hurt
Who would you leave
Who would you change
If just to be free

There's so much to do
So much to see
So much to love
If you were just free

Sirius read it over and then wrote with a flourish at the top his name and the title, Freedom. He smiled slightly. He could definitely relate to it, but then again, he did write it so that made sense. Anastasia walked over and tried to grab the notebook from him. He smiled and held it out of her reach. "Come on, I'll read you a poem that daddy wrote."

Falling Down

Falling down
Icannot scream
As I fall down
In my dream

Falling down
I beg and plead
To anyone
To just help me

Falling down
My cheeks grow warm
For the self-pride
I have no more

Falling down
I see the light
And my heart jumps
In pure delight

Falling down
Then I am caught
By the one
That I forgot

Standing up
I face the crowd
And talk to them
About falling down.

Anastasia squealed in delight and clapped her tiny hands in delight. From behind them, a voice said, "Very nice, I didn't know you wrote poetry while I wasn't around. What else do you do?"

Sirius spun around and grinned. James stood there looking tired but happy. "Well, what do you want me to do while I'm bored out of my mind waiting for you to come home?" He shrugged and sat down on the couch across from Sirius and Ana. "Ana can only say so many things, after all."

"I don't know. You could cook dinner, clean, teach Ana how to use clean language, etc."

"Ha-ha-ha. Classic housewife scenario. Dream on Potter."

James laughed and then settled into the couch. Ana got off of Sirius and walked over to her other dad and sat on his lap. Sirius's smile faltered as he remembered what he had to tell James. "Um, James, I went to the doctor today."

James looked at him, a frown crossing over his face. "What'd he say?" Although Sirius and James had been together had been together for the last pregnancy, James had been a part of the pregnancy until later so he didn't really know anything about morning sickness. As such, he had no idea what was really wrong with his husband. He had his suspicions, but they weren't more than that.

"Well, it turns out that I'm pregnant," Sirius said as casually as he could as he leaned back in his seat. Inside he was wondering what to do if James completely rejected the child. In the end, all of his worrying was for nothing.

James smiled at his comment and stood up to walk over to Sirius, leaving Ana on the couch looking disgruntled. "That's great news, Siri!" he exclaimed, kissing him on the forehead. "I cant wait!"

Sirius gave a quick laugh and scoot over to make room for him to sit down. He did so and stroked Sirius's hair back from his forehead. "I was afraid that you wouldn't want to have a baby right now. I mean we have Ana already and you're trying to get through your school thing."

James smiled and kissed him on the top of the head. "I could never reject any part of you, and that would include your children, born or otherwise."

Sirius laughed and leaned into his husband's comforting embrace. Anastasia, feeling left out, came over to crawl onto their laps. James bent down and picked her up, setting her on his lap. She smiled and leaned into his embrace as well. "I'm glad you're happy about this," Sirius said softly.

James grinned and kissed Anastasia on her forehead. "Well, if this new kid is anything like Ana, we'll not only have the most awesome experience raising her, but also the biggest headache at the end of each day.

A.N. another baby, another day. -groans- the two poems up above are mine. They're not yours, not your friend's, not Orlando Bloom's, MINE! Lol. Anyways, please review and thanks a bunch for sticking with my story.