Flashback

Sirius looked round the studio, unsure if he wanted to do this. Reminding himself that it was the only way to contact Moony, the reason he was here, he stayed, watching for a few moments.

It seemed not only girls did dance these days. Just as many boys of all ages were dressed in leotards and tights and were standing around chatting. The teacher called out to them and they all stood against the wall. All of them were nice, he thought to himself as he watched, but one caught his eyes. A pretty auburn about nineteen stood almost directly across from him. On closer inspection, he discovered this was either a boy or a completely flat-chested girl. He moved with such elegance, such poise… just looking at him brought to mind the image of a swan.

He didn't seem to notice the staring and Sirius sighed. At least this might give him a reason forbeing here. He walked across the floor to go to the offices and didn't notice until someone slammed into him. It didn't even push him back, but knocked the poor person he'd hit sprawling to the floor.

He looked down at them and saw, with perfect bun ruined and red hair hanging in his face, the very boy he'd been looking at. He tried to stand and screamed in pain. Sirius just winced and blocked his ears.

Half an hour later, he watched the boy stand up, finally able to walk with his ankle bandaged up. He limped towards the front doors and Sirius nearly missed his chance. He grabbed his arm right before he apparated away.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry about your foot."

"It's ok. My mum's a healer, she'll fix it up when I get home."

"Oh, well, I suppose that's good. Can I at least buy you coffee to make up for it?"

"My mum decided when I was about three that since she didn't have a daughter, she'd treat me like I was one. Nearly gave my dad a stroke when she told him she'd signed me up for ballet. I've done it ever since…"

"Well, I was watching, you're really good at it."

"Thank you. So, what about you? Are you from around here?"

"Used to be, I got a job in Bulgaria after I finished school, stupid decision, but I'd had a major fight with someone, the friend I was staying with after I ran away, and since I had enough pride not to go back there, I took the first job I could find… First time I've been back here in almost twenty years."

"Are you going to stay?"

"Maybe, I mean, my brother's in Bulgaria with his wife and my nephew, but personally, I prefer English woman. Or men." He added, "We'll have to see if Britain has anything worth offering."

"Well, I think you're looking in the wrong places then." He took a sip of his coffee, looking into Sirius's eyes. Sirius noticed then that they were a pretty dark green. "I don't think I'll be ready to settle down anytime soon…"

Flashback end

They had been married within six months. Sirius had been surprised, to put it mildly, when he'd discovered who Harry's parents were, and James had been just as surprised to meet his son's boyfriend and discover it was his ex-best friend.

He'd taken neither the news of their relationship and (three months later) engagement well and until the day before, refused to even attend the wedding. Harry had moved back with Sirius to Bulgaria, one of the reasons he saw his in-laws once every couple of months. Harry had agreed to stay home instead of working and had soon discovered his talent for cooking and because of the cold weather, didn't venture outside much. He'd instead spend his days baking delicious treats and cakes.

This was one of the main reasons why Sirius had picked up so much weight. But he didn't blame Harry in the slightest. It wasn't like he forced them down his throat.

He wrapped his arms round him from behind, rubbing his face the soft red hair that was tied up loosely. Harry laughed and turned his head to the side.

"Good morning, Swan." He said affectionately in his ear. "I would have liked a wakeup call like the goodnight kiss last night."

"Goodnight kiss? It was to distract you from the cake, remember? And it worked."

"Oh, do we have any of that cake left?"

"Yeah, right there." Harry looked pointedly at the dustbin, as if it was the dustbin's fault Sirius wanted the cake.

"You're joking?" Sirius let go of Harry and went to look in the dustbin. "What? Why? How'd it get there?"

"I put it there."

"But how are we supposed to eat it now?"

"That's the point, Sirius. You can't eat it if it's not there." Sirius glared at him. "You said you wanted to start a diet from Monday."

"I said next Monday!"

"That was a week ago. I'm not going to be like my mother and have you starve yourself. It's just a matter of cutting back on the sweets. So, I figure, if I don't make them, they're not here. And if they're not here, you won't be able to eat them." He said, rambling at the end.

"And what do you plan to do if you're not going to bake?" Harry shrugged.

"I thought I might go out today and find somewhere around here where they teach ballet and…" Sirius cut off that idea.

"No. What if when you're doing your jumps and twirls you fall and hurt the baby? Or what about in a few months? Can you imagine leaping across the room when you're a week away from delivering?" Both stared at each other for a moment before laughing at the image. Sirius sat down at the table and was served a bowl of cereal instead of toast or eggs like normal.

He nearly choked when he ate it, only told then by his husband, who seemed to be dying of laughter, that it was skim milk and whole-bran. He continued grumbling the entire time about 'the stupid diet' and Harry sighed. This wasn't going to work if he was complaining already.

"I'll make a deal with you." He said and Sirius pushed the bowl away, listening closely. "Stick to your diet through the week and on Friday, I'll make you whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Really." Sirius held out his hand. "It's a deal then." They sealed the deal with a long kiss.

"Chocolate brownies?" Sirius said softly and Harry nodded.

"Of course. If you don't break your end of the deal."

Friday couldn't come soon enough and though it was hard, Sirius didn't eat any extra sugar or fried food the entire week. He came home on Friday evening and as promised, the smell of chocolate was drifting through the house. As soon as the door closed, Harry came running through from the kitchen, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him passionately.

"Wow!" Sirius grinned once they broke apart. "What was that for?"

"To check if you really did it or if I should dump the brownies." He grinned back at Sirius. "Close your eyes." Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his hand.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" Harry glared at him and covered his eyes.

"Don't look, you can't see it yet. Just feel." He rubbed it over just one area. "Do you feel it?" Sirius felt something, just the tiniest curve. He opened his eyes and saw that his hand was in the front of Harry's robes, right in the middle of his stomach.

"Just starting to make itself known." Harry said softly as Sirius continued to feel that spot in total awe. "Our baby…"

Dinner and brownies lay forgotten in the kitchen as the couple lay in their bed, both of them naked and Harry spooned in Sirius's arms.

"For a boy? Christian Black has a ring to it, don't you think?"

"Christian's nice, but I was thinking, for a boy," He rolled over so he could look at Sirius, "of naming him after you. I like the idea of Sirius junior."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, but if you don't like it, I suppose we could always just go with Christian."

"No, I like it. We can use Christian as a middle name or something… But if it's a girl?"

A nice long chapter that I'm hoping is appreciated. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and I shall hope to hear from you next year...