"I'll take your offer and raise you three chocolate frogs and a pumpkin pasty." James laughed as Peter put down his cards before he scooped together his winnings.

"Moony's turn to deal." Remus didn't answer, standing staring out of the camp.

"Well if that isn't just the epitome of perfection, then what is?" He said with a wiry smile.

Getting up to look, they saw exactly what he meant.

"Is that Sirius?" Remus nodded and smiled, but James's jaw hung down on the floor.

"It looks like someone sliced him in half!"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked him laughing but Remus raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"How long's it been since you saw them, Peter?"

"Ages. I think nearly six years now."

"Well apparently Sirius developed a bit of a…a weight problem, after they got married." James snorted.

"A bit? You wouldn't have recognized him."

"Do you never stop?" Remus said angrily. "Isn't it bad enough that your nasty teasing drove your son away?" James looked genuinely shocked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you think it was coincidence that they never owl you or Lily anymore? You were upsetting Harry because you couldn't accept his husband. Did you not realize it?"

"No… I did… But I thought that…" He stuttered and then stopped as the couple walked past, clearly on the way to their own camp.

"Oi Padfoot! Too good to even give us a hello now?" Peter called and Sirius looked round at them, giving smile and waving one hand. Coming out of the tent to call her husband for dinner, Lily spotted them and screamed excitedly at the sight of her son. There was a loud cry and all only noticed then the child lying against Harry's shoulder. Sirius glared at Lily as Harry tried to quiet him, clearly woken from an early evening nap.

He looked at James, giving him an even worse glare before wrapping an arm around Harry's waist protectively and whispering to him in Bulgarian. Harry didn't glare. He didn't even bother to look at them as they walked towards an area full of green white and red Bulgarian tents. And that cold shoulder, the way he just pretended they didn't exist.

That hurt James more than a thousand glares from Sirius.

Sirius growled, breathing in Harry's scent as he buried his nose against his neck. Flowers, chocolate and baby powder. Oh how he loved it!

"Finally there, all thanks to you." Sirius whispered to him.

"It was your hard work that got you to your target weight, not me." Harry whispered back, a shiver in his voice as Sirius rubbed against him. He ran his hands along his husband's once-again svelte body. Sirius pulled back and started kissing his way down. Harry suddenly rolled off the bed and ran.

Sirius growled playfully again and chased him out the room. Harry padded down the passage, his feet thumping on the soft carpet and being careful not to wake his sleeping son. He looked behind him and didn't see Sirius. As he looked forward again, he was caught in a pair of strong arms.

He giggled as Sirius planted kisses on his face and he struggled away from his husband. He kept still once the lips met his and instead wrapped his arms around him, tangling his fingers in his hair. A hand ran up his legs and fingered the camisole top he had on. The hand went under it, making Harry groan as he rubbed the tight skin.

They broke apart and Harry looked at Sirius's hand, putting his own over his swollen belly.

"Three more weeks." Harry nodded and they just looked lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment. In the silence, two voices came from downstairs and Sirius looked away over the edge of their railing before carrying Harry to their bedroom and picking up his wand.

"Stay here." He instructed and left the room. Harry stood by the door listening. It was about five minutes before he heard anything. Not crying, but his son's soft laughter. Frowning, he left the room, only to find the most unexpected thing…

There, standing in the middle of their tent holding his son… was his mother?

"What are you doing here?" He asked her coldly and she didn't look away from Sirry. She ran a hand through his hair.

"I thought that was clear. I came to see my grandchild."

"He's nothing to you. Give him here"

"Of course he is. Forty-eight hours of labour with you proved that."

"I said give me my son back." He said through gritted teeth and came down the stairs, taking Sirry from her arms. "Now get out."

She went to leave but turned back to Harry after a few seconds.

"Oh by the way, Harry." She drawled. "You had however long to dress like that. Now's not the time to start. I suggest you cover up before someone goes blind." Harry had somehow been expecting it, but it still stung. Though she couldn't see it, he blushed and wished he were wearing more than underclothes (consisting of a camisole top Sirius had bought it for him when they were shopping for clothes that would fit him and despite that the fabric clashed with his hair, had insisted on getting the light pink one and black hot pants).

On a cold Saturday morning in a small wealthy Bulgarian town, most of the residents of said town were doing their grocery shopping, loud chattering, despite the cold air, throughout the cobblestone street. One pair, a father and son, came out of a toyshop. Very similar in looks, the only difference was hardly noticeable at the time, but would become so as he grew older.

Listening to his laughter, Sirius smiled and hoisted his son higher. They turned away from the shop.

"Where should we go next?" Sirry merely made an amused sound as he chewed, or rather, sucked on, the ear of his new stuffed toy. "You're right, let's go see if mommy is finished…"

Going inside a small building, a community centre of sorts, they went up to the second floor and watched through the glass window in the door. His heart jumped. He'd forgotten exactly what it did to him to see his husband in a leotard and it had given him a pleasant surprise to come home and see him practicing one afternoon.

Now he was teaching classes again, three weekdays in their home and an hour class on Saturday mornings in this centre. Yes, making sure there was a studio in their new home was definitely better than diamonds (almost as a thank you gift forgiving him Sirry).

He was teaching a group of teenagers and a few seemed to be giggling and pointing. Harry looked at him and signalled for him to come in.

As Sirius watched him raise his arms and stand on his toes, he saw a shine in his eyes. Happiness he hadn't seen for many years. A wave of uncertainty hit him. Would he be willing to give it up again?

The uncertainty still sat with him that night as he watched Harry get undressed. What if he said no? Why would he want to? After all, Harry could have anyone he wanted. Anyone who looked at him could tell that.

No. He struggled to push down the insecurity. He was still bigger than he wanted to be, but definitely better than a year ago. Harry pulled on a plain white nightdress, only a little bit of lace on the skirt, that went just past his thighs and smiled, blushing as he caught Sirius's looking.

Swallowing the nausea and willing it away, Sirius smiled back as he climbed into bed.

The lights out and Harry safely in his arms, nuzzling his neck, he finally brought up the subject.

"Swan?"

"Yes, love?"

"Have you ever thought about kids?" He could hear the small laugh and could tell Harry was smiling in the darkness.

"I just put one to bed a few hours ago so I should hope so."

"No, I'm not talking about Sirry. I'm talking about… another one."

"What?"

As if waiting for the moment, Sirry started to cry from the room next door and Harry soon pulled away and his footsteps could be heard on the wooden floor. Sirius reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on. The crying stopped soon after and about ten minutes later Harry came back into the room. Clearly he'd been caught off guard and if the bile weren't rising in his throat, Sirius would have savoured the moment.

Though he hadn't said anything, he was sure Harry had even been expecting his proposal and truly astounding him was a rare occasion.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah. Was just hungry." He sat down on the bed again and there was an awkward silence, which Sirius broke.

"So? Do you want another baby?" When he looked back on it, he realized what a tactless and stupid thing it was to say.

"You couldn't have given me any warning, could you?"

"You broke it to me this way."

"Well there already was a baby then. What would you have liked? "Hello Sirius. How was your day? By the way, I found today that I'm pregnant and have not the foggiest idea how it happened. Dinner's in ten minutes." Sirius laughed and Harry gave him a small smile.

"But think, a little brother or sister for Sirry." Harry frowned.

"But under the circumstances…"

"What circumstances?" Harry reached over and turned the light off. Sirius turned it on again and saw Harry was lying down under the covers, completely hiding himself from view. Sirius had learnt by now that that meant he was upset.

"If you don't want one just say so."

"No, get the potion and I'll take it." Harry said and Sirius pulled the covers off him completely, throwing them off the bed. Harry was turned over on his side, facing away from him. "Clearly another baby is more important to you than the sake of our marriage, so I don't really care what happens."

"Sake of our marriage? What are you on about?"

"It wasn't even six months ago. Surely you haven't forgotten already." Sirius understood exactly why he was so worked up. He pulled him up into his arms and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Nothing like that would happen. It's just because we didn't have a chance to plan properly." Sirius soothed.

"Fine then. You tell me what's going to happen when you manage to knock me up again." Sirius ignored the vulgar term.

"Well, when we get the potion, we'll get Opal and Regulus to take Sirry and we'll make sure we have a nice long uninterrupted to weekend." Harry nodded. "When we find out that it worked, you can start whatever arrangements for your business, an assistant, temporary shut down, whatever, and I'll organize at work to make sure I'm around for the birth, first few weeks and such…" Harry nodded in approval, leaning back against him.

"Sounds alright so far…"

"And…um…I don't know what else would change. You'd stay here looking after Sirry and I'd keep working…"

Harry just stared at him, a strange look in his eyes.

"This isn't just about the us, is it?" He sighed and Sirius took his face in his hands, running his knuckles along Harry's cheek. "Tell me what's wrong."

"My parents had my first…sibling, right before I turned twelve, I remember because I thought they'd replaced me when I went to Hogwarts." He gave an embarrassed, yet far from happy, smile. "And from then on, it seemed like there was a new one every time I came. I don't want that to happen. To make Sirry feel like he isn't good enough when we have to give attention to a new baby."

"He's six months, he won't even know…"

"Do you really think age matters?" Harry snapped, cutting him off and pushing his hands away. "He'll be old enough to be walking by the time it's born. And even when he gets older, it'll still be here."

"Well then we'll make sure he gets attention. Make him feel involved in all of it." As Sirius watched him, sitting as far away from him as possible on the bottom of the bed, he could see Harry still looked unsure of the idea. "And think, if it's a girl, you can do all sorts of things with her that you can't with Sirry…"

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, you could teach her dancing and do all sorts of pretty things to her hair..."As he spoke, he could see ideas forming in Harry's head. Soon after he finished, Harry nodded slowly.

"I'll have to think about, but I could get used to the idea."

It might have been a maybe answer, but as they switched off the light and lay together again, Sirius couldn't be happier. He knew that it wouldn't be long now. Harry would prepare some sort of special dinner and evening and then when and in a way he least expected it, tell him yes.

He couldn't wait to hold their new baby in his arms…

Walking up the stairs again and ignoring her hurtful comment, Harry suddenly heard a yelp. He tuned around and saw his husband holding her arms behind her back.

"Sirius leave her, she's not worth it…" Sirius didn't listen, gripping her hair in his fist and pulling her head back so she could see his face.

"I'm sick of you. You bring everyone else down because of how you feel about yourself. Harry looks more stunning than you've ever been, but you just can't handle that, can you? Same as you couldn't handle James's friendship with me."

"I didn't do anything to you!"

"Yeah. And it's coincidence that he changed the moment you came into the picture." He gave a harsh laugh and gave her hair another tug before looking up at Harry. "Go put Sirry back in his crib, I'll come back to bed in a few minutes." Harry nodded and without looking at his mother again, went into Sirry's room.

"You've been hurting Harry and you've been destroying James long enough." He drew out his wand and held it to her throat. "I should have done this twenty six years ago…"

This was too long for one chapter, so the epilogue will have a second part soon.