"Come on baby, Surely you've run out of space by now. I don't think Mummy can stretch any further. We've been waiting long enough and we can't even feel a little foot or hand. You'll be out in a month and a half and we want to be able to tell you when we first felt you kick." Sirius spoke pleadingly to it and Harry laughed. "No?" He picked up the sponge and squeezed the hot soapy water out over it.

"Great, you manage to plead, threaten and insult me in one long sentence and yet he's being selfish, doing it to spite us."

"At least we know this baby is going to be something like both of his parents."

"I don't think this is working very well."

"Oh well, we tried." Sirius sighed and traced his finger along the top of the tight skin. After a lot more pleading and a long hot bath, they got out, disappointed that it still hadn't worked.

While Harry dried himself off, Sirius stood on the scale and sighed. Harry looked up.

"In a week, only three pounds gone. I'm never going to lose it all at this rate."

"I stopped using that thing months ago, or I might have thrown it at the wall by now."

"Only three pounds?" Harry sighed and took Sirius's hand before leading him out into their bedroom. He went through their cupboard and pulled out a pair of trousers of Sirius's.

"These are the ones we bought before we went to see my parents, right?" Harry asked holding them up.

"The one with the stuck button? Yeah, I remember struggling to get them off after we got back. Those pants were probably there while that stubborn little thing in your belly was made."

"Great, the trousers of conception. Put them on." He threw them to Sirius, who pulled them on and gasped. Harry gave him a knowing smirk as he looked in the mirror.

"I told you it doesn't matter what the scale says, it doesn't seem like much, but in eight months, no, even less because I was two months along when I found out, you've almost halved in size."

"Come here, see if you can fit in them with me." Harry laughed and gave a whine but came over and let Sirius pick him up anyway and help him in. It was a tight fit, both of their stomachs pressed against each other, but they were still able to get in.

"Your face is also smaller."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when I put my hands here, with the palms here, the fingers were here, but now…" He put his hands on Sirius's cheeks and reached up, kissing him deeply and passionately. Sirius wrapped his arms round Harry and suddenly the pregnant man yelped and jumped. He pulled away.

"I think he kicked!" Harry said excitedly and before Sirius could put his hand there, Harry jumped again and Sirius gasped as he saw the outline of a tiny foot press against the skin for a second then disappear. He put his hand over the spot and felt it again.

"That's just…wow. I never thought it would be like… gosh." Sirius stuttered and Harry looked around smiling. "Isn't this going to be an interesting story to tell him where he first kicked."

"Better than when he first moved."

"Where was that?"

"While taking a piss in the middle of the night." Sirius sniggered. "It's not funny, I got such a fright I nearly stained the curtains!"

"It could have been worse, he could be kicking while we're getting it on."

"Don't worry, he will be." Harry said seductively and kissed Sirius again, wrapping his arms around him and being scooped up and carried over, dropping him down onto the bed before growling and pouncing on him, growling like the dog he was and his pregnant spouse making just as animalistic noises.

"Keep still. You're shaking the table." Regulus said irritably and Sirius didn't seem to hear him, but stopped and gave him a wide grin. Regulus looked down at his lunch.

"What have you done to it?"

"Nothing. I swear." Regulus pushed the sandwich to him.

"Eat some then." Sirius pushed it back.

"It's Friday today."

"Yeah, so?"

"Harry's making toffee pudding tonight if I don't."

"I don't get it. You're so desperate to lose weight, yet you still eat the desserts he makes."

"Once a week. And it is working."

"Prove it." Sirius stood up and took his robe off, leaving him in trousers and shirt. Regulus's eyes widened for a second before he raised an eyebrow.

"I asked for proof, not for you to do a strip show in the middle of the ministry." Sirius put his robe back on and sat down again as Regulus looked at the sandwich once more and stood up.

."I'm not going to be able to eat that now. I don't trust you." They walked in silence for a while, Sirius still beaming. "So, what are you doing about Harry?"

"What about him?"

"About father."

"He thinks they're dead."

"If he'd wanted Harry dead, you know he would have killed him. It was a warning to you." Regulus said desperately. "The baby's due soon. What if he comes back when Harry's alone with it?" Sirius didn't speak until they reached his office door, when he mumbled that he would think about it. Regulus hated resorting to emotional blackmail with his brother, but hated it even more when Sirius gambled his about-to-be-expanded family's safety.

He didn't have to worry much longer, because as they got past the secretary into his actual office, he let out a yell and jumped back, while Sirius just stood there like he'd expected it.

"Hello Kreacher."

"Young masters…" He said before taking a low bow. "You has changed."

"What do you want Kreacher?"

"Mistress has sent me to serve new master."

"New master?"

"Old master passed on last night." Sirius looked to Regulus.

"Sirius, he's gone. Father's finally gone."

Yeah, Harry exaggerates the 'halving in size' a bit, but all for his husband's happiness...

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