Sirius could hardly believe how time had gone so fast. The baby's due date was fast approaching and he was becoming more nervous about it. Despite how odd it would look, he still got the images in his head of Harry as his superhero every time he had to be reassured by said superhero that he would make a good father.

As for Harry himself, Sirius didn't think he'd ever loved him more than he did at that time. He only seemed to get happier as he'd gotten bigger and had almost a constant smile on his face, his hand still going to his stomach whenever the baby kicked. Unlike Sirius had been warned about, Harry did not lie around complaining about the various pains of pregnancy.

He hadn't expected it very much to be completely honest. Harry, in what only made him more beautiful, had never been one to lie around moping about his problems. Since they'd gotten married, Sirius no longer had the idea of him being flawless. No, he was far from it. But his pure innocence and the way he handled problems sure made him seem like it sometimes...

What's complaining going to do? Make it go away or make both of us feel miserable?

In fact, he'd moaned more when Sirius eventually had to pick him up and carry him over his shoulder to rest, protesting that he hadn't washed the kitchen floor yet.

The morning of the due date, Sirius woke up alone in bed and looked around. The toilet flushed from the bathroom and a moment later Harry came back into the room, walking slowly and awkwardly. He flopped down onto the bed before rolling onto his side.

"You're supposed to be resting." Sirius teased as Harry moved closer, cuddling into his husband's open arms. He opened his eyes, his hair covering the left one and frowned.

"Yeah, and you'd be the one complaining when my bladder couldn't take anymore and you ended up smelling like piss for work."

"I'm not going in today." Harry closed his eyes again. "I want to be with you when he comes." He put his hand on him and Harry smiled.

"You know he might not even be born today. It's just a date to say if he's born later, he's considered full term."

"What's the point of that?" Harry shrugged before trying to sit up. Sirius pushed him up from behind and he smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Bladder again?"

"No. What do you want for breakfast?"

"No way. You're staying in bed today."

"Like hell I am." Harry said and before he could move out of his husband's way, was pulled down onto his back again. "Just cause you're not working doesn't mean I'm not."

"You're supposed to be having a baby. Bed. Stay." He said and Harry glared at him for a moment before moving onto his side again. Sirius thought he was going to slap him, but instead was kissed passionately.

He woke up naked about three hours later and growled in frustration as he looked at the empty side of the bed. He threw on a robe and stomped downstairs angrily. His anger increased as he looked at Harry.

He was singing loudly to music on the radio, dancing around the room. His movements would hardly be considered graceful anymore, but he still moved relatively well as he pranced round, feather duster in hand as he reached for the high spot on the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sirius said through gritted teeth.

"Cleaning."

"I told you to stay in bed!"

"I couldn't sleep"

"That's shit, you did it on purpose." Harry didn't say anything. "Get back upstairs."

"No."

"What did you say?" Harry turned around very suddenly, throwing down the duster.

"I said no Sirius!" He shouted. "I'm not a child! I'm a capable adult and yet you keep treating me like I can't take care of myself!"

"I'm taking care of the baby since you obviously can't. It's mine too." Harry didn't even pretend to laugh sarcastically or glare like he usually would have, but instead attacked back, his temper flaring.

"This isn't about the baby. It's been going on a lot longer. I agreed to move away from everything, to give up my dreams and follow you here. And what did I get out of it? You lock me up in a house everyday, no owls, the floo blocked off and forbid me to leave without you. Are you that ashamed of me? Are you going to do the same to the baby?"

"Don't start on how I'll treat the baby again, you know what happened last time…" Sirius replied warningly.

"Ooh yes, come on then." Harry said mockingly and stepped forward, turning his head so his cheek was exposed. "Slap me again. I won't even bother to take my stuff, I'll leave as I am and you'll never see the baby or me again as long as you live."

"Where do you think you'll go on foot? Run back to England? To your parents? Always so eager to run away from your problems…"

"I have news for you then hypocrite, I've been eager to do it for almost a year now." He saw the shocked look on Sirius's face. "All planned out. But then I found out about the baby and thought that maybe you'd loosen up a bit with the possessiveness, but that's obviously never going to change." Sirius's eye narrowed.

"Go then." He spat. "You're all keen for it, so go ahead, pack your stuff and leave. I never wanted the baby or this whole marriage thing in the first place." The same shocked expression appeared in Harry's eyes for a moment before being replaced with hurt. It was clear he hadn't seriously considered going. He pushed past him and disappeared, his feet pounding up the stairs.

Sirius sat down on the couch sighing, expecting to wait an hour for him to stop crying and then apologise. Instead, a half hour later, Harry stopped outside the door of the living room, his eyes red, hair tied back and properly dressed in a plain robe Sirius didn't recognize. Sirius gasped.

"Your hair!"

"Yeah, I've always wanted to do it and red will attract too much attention." He ran a hand through his black, shoulder length ponytail and adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"Attention? From who?"

"You wanted me out. I'm going somewhere I can be sure that when this baby comes, he'll get nothing but love. None of this fighting or a father that doesn't want him." He said coldly.

"Harry…don't...I didn't." Sirius croaked, babbling on, but Harry shook his head.

"You've had almost an hour. In fact, you've had nine months to show you care. Nearly five years to prove you love me. It's too late." He looked at him one last time through pretty dark green eyes. "Goodbye Tall Dark and Handsome."

A long time since I've updated, I know. Life's been really busy in many ways. Anyway, there's like a chapter or two left, so I'll post them soon. Thank you to everybody.

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