"Sirius?"

"Hmm."

"Do you think I'm carrying high or low or is it too soon to tell?"

"What do you mean carrying high? Carrying what?"

"The baby. They say if you're carrying low it's a boy and high it's a girl."

"Oh, why does it matter?"

"Well, we're going to have to do the room sometime and I want to see if we should do it pink or blue. Wanna go see which room's best?"

"Oh, I dunno. Tommorow maybe." Sirius mumbled and Harry looked back at him before looking the mirror again and then getting into bed, facing away from Sirius. "I thought you were going to look at rooms."

"Yeah, right, I'll go do that." Harry got up, put on a dressing gown and walked out the room without another word. When he didn't come back after a half hour Sirius started to worry and, pulling on his own dressing gown, went in search of his husband. He wasn't in any of the spare rooms and Sirius wondered if he'd gone to the kitchen, perhaps for another craving.

He wasn't there either and Sirius was starting to panic when he heard a splash outside. He rushed out, lighting up his wand and pointing it at the pool.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sirius asked him as he shone the light on his husband, bobbing up and down in the water.

"I'm swimming. What do you think?" Sirius pointed the light at the dressing gown lying on the bricks.

"Naked?"

"It's so liberating, I've never felt so free." With that he laughed, threw his arms up and fell backwards into the water. Once he came up again, he moved his hair out of his face and grinned, a pink tinge to his cheeks.

"In this weather? You'll freeze. You'll kill the baby." He hissed and Harry's eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't mind that."

"What?"

"For the past three weeks you've avoided the subject of the baby, you refuse to touch it. God, you wouldn't even give me your hand when I felt it move. Do you even want it anymore?"

"It moved?" Harry nodded. "When?"

"Last week when I woke you up. You told me to piss off and not wake you because you had work in the morning." He rolled his eyes.

"You didn't tell me it was moving."

"Do I have to do that, really? How often do I wake you for any reason?"

"Never."

"Exactly."

"Well, get out, let me feel it then."

"No, you come here."

"It's too cold, you get out."

"As you told me, piss off." Harry said and went back under the water. Sirius huffed and when he could see his husband wasn't going to get out, went back inside.

He waited up for about an hour before Harry came back into the room, the robe wrapped tightly around him and his body still sopping wet. Sirius got up and moved so fast Harry never even saw him coming until he found the robe being undone. Sirius placed his hand on the cold flesh, noticing for the first time in three weeks how it had gotten bigger. It had started to resemble a bump less but did not look like any sort of ball yet as Sirius knew it eventually would.

He felt a flutter and when he looked to Harry's face, he nodded. It happened again.

"Wow." There were no other words for it and slowly he felt the anger or dislike for the child start to melt away. As they lay in bed, both half asleep, Sirius spoke.

"Harry?" He mumbled.

"Mmm?"

"I think it's going to be a boy."

"Well, we'll have to make it blue then, won't we?" Harry mumbled back, putting his hands on Sirius's, chuckling as the baby moved again.

Over the next few weeks, the baby started moving more and more frequently and by the time another month had passed, Sirius found it hard to believe he had felt anything but love for it.

Although their relationship was back on the level where it had previously been, both of them had been worried about the arguments. In the four and a half years they'd been together, they'd never had any real fights before. This was why people had been so superstitious and had advised them (Lily and James included) to wait a while before tying the knot. But now, two big fights within two months of each other…

The weight was still coming off much too slowly for Sirius's liking, but from the comments he'd gotten on it and the looseness of his robes; at least he knew he wasn't imagining it. Harry however, was moving into his fifth month and had reached the point where nothing of his own would fit around his waist, though it didn't seem to bother him as much as Sirius hadthought it would.

He'd taken to wearing Sirius's old robes around the house and finally, they had the chance to get him some new ones of his own. He could easily walk down to get some by himself while Sirius was at work, but Sirius didn't and never had liked him to go there alone. Harry, as much as he was an adult, was small and his (rather-feminine) beauty made him a target for attackers.

So, early on a Saturday morning, the couple left the house and made their way down the hill to theshops at the bottom. They came back up hours later not only with robes that would fit Harry for a month or two, but with new robes to fit Sirius's slowly slimming body, bags of groceries, a large fluffy Kelpie plushie for the baby and from the pet store, a toy bone to stop Sirius chewing the furniture.

They got home laughing and joking until they walked past the living room and both stopped. Sirius put down the bags and dropped the Kelpie under his arm. It fell to the floor with a squeak as Sirius approached the large haughty-looking grey owl. He took the letter from it and neither he nor Harry needed to open it to know who sent it. The large P stamp on the front gave it away…

Thanks to all who reviewed! Just to clear something up because there's been some confusion: Harry does have red hair in this story because he looks a lotlike his mother. If you liked it, please review, I accept anonymous and even just two word reviews! Come on people!