Sirius woke up on the morning of the thirteenth of February, his husband missing from his arms. Opening his eyes, he saw a figure by the window. Blinking and rubbing his eyes, he saw Harry more clearly, he had put back on the tiny violet with white trimming nightdress that Sirius had taken off him the night before and had a glazed look in his eyes, his hands were where they usually were these days and rubbing his very ungainly abdomen. He was humming something softly.
"What's wrong?" Sirius asked softly and he finally seemed to notice him.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Oh, were they kicking too hard again?"
"It's going to be soon."
"What?"
"They're going to be born soon."
"Do you want me to call a healer? Or must I carry you to St Mungos? Or m-"
"I don't mean right now, they're getting restless. It's going to be sometime soon."
"I'm sure you're just imagining that, the healer says they're not due for three weeks. Come back to bed, baby."
"Maybe." He said as he sighed, turning from the window. He looked into the mirror next to the door and a sad expression came over his face as he climbed into bed again. "I feel horrible. Fat and ugly and even worse than last time."
"You know why you feel worse than last time, there's two of them now. Besides, if they're born as soon as you say they're going to, this tummy will be gone too." Sirius said, lifting the nightgown, resting his ear against it, listening to the sound of two heartbeats and he didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt a small shock every now and then. Harry ran his hand through Sirius's hair and the peaceful moment was interrupted by the door opening. Both looked to see a tub of last night's dinner float through the door.
Harry gave a sigh. "Great, so this is where my magic goes to. Last time I was left practically squib, I was levitated three feet off the ground at random moments, and now these ones use it for summoning food."
"Well, at least they've got good taste in food." Sirius said taking the tub, opening it and sinking his teeth into a drumstick. "Chicken!"
"Yeah, they've got their father's taste buds too." He said and Sirius laughed, breaking off a piece and feeding it to him.
Harry looked over the room, finally happy with it. The colours right now were one pink and one blue, one would most probably change once they were born, but it was a simply spell, so that was no problem. There were two white dressers on the other side of the archway and a playpen with a toy box inside it.
Sirius, who had run off again twenty minutes ago, came back and found Harry staring at the empty pink crib.
"You want boys or girls?" He said coming up next to him and Harry shrugged silently smiling.
"Don't matter." Sirius took his hand.
"Come on, I want to show you something." He said and dragged Harry downstairs, outside and down the street. "Now close your eyes." Harry obeyed and when he opened them again, they were in the park and right next to the swings, a blanket and picnic basket.
"What's this all for?"
"A valentines celebration since tomorrow is off limits for us."
"Who says we can't celebrate tomorrow too? Why should some crackpot rule our sex life?" Sirius grinned.
He sat Harry down on one of the swings and sat on the blanket himself so they were almost eye level. After a romantic lunch, Sirius presented Harry with a little box, which contained a ring, this one different from his wedding ring or engagement ring, with the engraving of 'I love you' inside and a simple but large blue sapphire.
Harry was still 'oohing' over that when out came the second larger box. Inside of it were two necklaces similar to Crosby's, but transparent.
"That'll change once they're born, and then we can get their names engraved onto them." He said and though it might have been the hormones, Harry found himself crying.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, I just have to get something else I have planned." Sirius, with one last kiss on Harry's forehead, hurried off, leaving Harry to stare in awe at the ring on his finger next to the others. The engagement had the green stone and the wedding ring had a simple pearl, so the three contrasted each other nicely. Then at the two necklaces in the box, and then what a wonderful husband he had.
A small twinge and hard kick hit him and he smiled. The second twinge came after a few minutes and Harry remembered the twinges and what it had meant last time. Oh no, not now after Sirius had planned all this. He couldn't ruin it. He decided to wait till afterwards and then tell him. They've weren't like contractions yet, were still far apart and his water hadn't broken. Besides, it could be a false alarm.
Sirius came back after about twenty minutes, grinning happily, something clutched behind his back. He sat down again before pulling out an empty bottle. Harry frowned but when it was held out to him, touched it. Once he had reappeared, Sirius catching him, he realized it was a portkey. He looked around at the landscape and saw it was a beach, a very beautiful one, and from the look of things around it, they were on an island of some sort.
"Here's your next surprise." Sirius said, "Now even if you can't walk very far, you're going to enjoy today, I'll make sure of it." And, true to his word, Harry was having so much fun he completely forget about twinges, labour or babies. The sun had set almost completely before both came back to reality and out of the dream world of only each other.
"This has been the most amazing time I've had in ages!" Harry said to him, his arms wrapped around his neck, their faces inches apart. Sirius moved a piece of Harry's hair out of his face. "Thank you."
"It's only giving you back for what you've given me, the most important things," Sirius whispered back. "All four of you."
"It's too bad the day's over." Sirius grinned.
"Oh, it's not over yet, not near over," Sirius said pulling out a key from his pocket. Harry was forced to close his eyes again as he was led somewhere by his husband. Once instructed to open them again, he found they were in a hotel room. Very formal looking, but when looked out the window, it was only about three stories high.
"We've got three whole days, more if we want, to ourselves. Alone." Sirius said and Harry kissed him before pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on him.
"You've given your presents, now it's my turn..."
There was a sex scene here, but it was written quite a while ago and it's rather sucky, so I'll leave it to imagination rather...
