Chapter 3: Well, this should be fun. Sort of.

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

Harry looked around the table warily, taking in the numerous expressions of the people sat with him as he resisted the urge to Apparate the fuck away from this hassle and hole up in his home with all the wards up.

Bewildered, curious, guilty, frustrated … the occupants of their lunch table all looked to be on their own separate wavelength as they sat in painfully-awkward silence waiting for their food to appear and cut through the quiet. Harry was just hoping and praying that something would happen to this god-awful tension, it was starting to give him a migraine.

His eyes caught the amused blue orbs of his adoptive father across the table and he glared, putting every ounce of anger and loathing he could muster into the look, though to his ever-growing rage the bastard just smirked back at him and lounged casually in his chair, one arm supporting his chin as he rested an elbow on the armrest, looking like he hadn't a care in the world.

You conniving wanker. You just wait until we're in private, you piece of shit.

This entire disaster was the fault of Charlus Potter, and Harry was never, ever going to let him forget it. All he'd wanted to do today was lounge around the house, gorge himself on those expensive eclairs that Regulus kept buying him despite lecturing him on their nutritional value, and maybe drag his husband into the muggle world to corrupt him to the ways of the non-magic folk. Was it really too much to ask for some peace and quiet? Just a day to themselves that they could use for some fun and entertainment?

Like working on starting their family. It was a very lengthy and involved process and they needed to make sure it worked by doing things properly and thoroughly. (And that was the reasoning Harry would give if he was ever asked about it. It wasn't as if he was lying.)

But back to their disaster of a lunch. This particular group of people all together in one place was a train wreck in the making and Harry had no bloody clue what Charlus was thinking by doing something like this. He would have said the git was suffering from some sort of mental problem if it weren't for the equally smug look on Dorea's face as she calmly sipped her tea and subtly fussed over Marcus as he ate some grapes. (Harry really wasn't sure who he wanted Marcus to take after more at this point, they were both utterly mad.)

A small squeeze on his hand brought him back to the present and he looked to the side to see Regulus studying him, his lips twitching at the corners at Harry's expression and a glint of amusement in his silver eyes. He felt his shoulders lose a bit of their tension at his husband's state of calm. If Regulus could keep his cool and sit through this, then so could he.

"Alright then, I suppose we should get started with our little Potter family reunion!"

If there weren't a toddler here I'd hex you impotent. 'Family reunion', my arse.

Harry looked around the table again, a small part of his mind hoping that he was dreaming or something and that soon enough he'd blink himself awake and find himself somewhere much better off. Like in bed. At home. With Regulus. Naked. Definitely naked.

… Did he really have to be here and deal with this nonsense?

You couldn't find a more volatile group of people if you tried, and Harry had to physically brace himself before he did something like groan and fall face-first onto the table from the mental pain of having to deal with this … reunion.

James Potter, Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Dorea Potter, Charlus Potter, Marcus Potter, Regulus Black, Hadrian Black, all sat together at a quaint magical café enjoying the autumn weather.

What a pile of dragon dung.

Harry knew he shouldn't have trusted the words of Charlus Potter.

"God, I could do with a Mars Bar right about now," Harry moaned.

He wasn't kidding, he needed some good old-fashioned high-sugar chocolate right now. While any chocolate would really do, a Mars Bar sounded so good right now. With the chocolate and the caramel and the nougat … the more he thought about them, the more he needed one.

Regulus turned to him with a frown. "You know, it's really not healthy for you to keep eating so much chocolate. You've had at least three chocolate cakes to yourself from the elves just this week, and that doesn't even include whatever baking you've been doing yourself or the random trips to muggle shops just for chocolate."

Harry blinked incredulously. It wasn't that bad, surely? I mean, yeah he did kind of go for a walk around the muggle town half an hour away nearly every day because they had a very nice collection of sweets that would have made Dudley scream like the pig he was, and perhaps he did have the elves supplying him with some chocolate-filled dessert even when it wasn't the appropriate time of day for that particular course, and his baking cookies and brownies did tend to happen more days than not …

Fucking hell, I've turned into a chocoholic.

Not that he'd be admitting to that any time soon.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, I just happen to enjoy some chocolate every now and then," he said calmly with a blank look on his face.

Grey eyes did not look impressed. "I'm pretty sure your version of 'every now and then' is going to make you fat."

"How rude," Harry sniffed. "Are you only interested in my looks or something? Are you going to divorce me if I gain weight? What a cruel marriage we have to be based solely on such shallow aspects of ourselves!"

Harry knew full well he was laying it on thick as he strolled ahead of his husband with his nose in the air, but there was no way he could deny that he loved messing with Regulus Black. Riling him up was premium entertainment, so much so that he wondered how he'd gone close to two decades without that particular enjoyment in his life.

Besides, it wasn't as if Regulus wasn't used to it by now. He could deal with it.

"You should be more than aware by now, Husband, that I'm a Black and I'm rather possessive of what I consider to be mine. An inconsequential fact such as weight gain would do nothing to change that, I can assure you."

The time traveller once more cursed his hormone-riddled body at the tone of his husband's voice, hating (sort of) his body's reaction to the words when they were in public. But Regulus was being a bit of a bastard by murmuring softly in his ear from behind, standing close enough that he could feel the body heat of the taller man.

There was a beat of silence before the suggestive tone cut off and was replaced by dry bemusement. "But I am being completely serious about all the chocolate, that can't be good for your health."

Harry was far from stupid and logically knew that so much sugar crammed full of calories was in no way good for him, but admitting that would be admitting he was wrong, and that would mean losing to Regulus, which in conclusion meant no.

His stupidly-attractive husband would not win this discussion, thank you very much, Harry had his pride and yes it was that important. He wasn't stupid.

(He'd become rather good at ignoring his inner voice over the years. Bravo, Harry. Cheers for me.)

"I think I'd know if my health was suffering, Regulus. Considering, you know, it's my own body?"

"Sarcasm is unbecoming, Harry."

He side-eyed Regulus weirdly. Was the man insane? "What the bloody hell are you talking about? Sarcasm isn't unbecoming, it's a way of life! Living without sarcasm would be horrible. Just think: days of bland and serious conversation, not being able to subtly take the piss out of people without them realising –"

"I'm fairly certain that some individuals would be appreciative of that fact."

"– not to mention having to actually be mature and deal with life in an appropriate manner. I mean, how boring would that be?"

Regulus snorted. "I'm also certain the majority of people in our society would disagree with your opinion on maturity." The taller man shook his head in a bemused manner and turned to him with twitching lips. "Can you honestly give me an example of when immaturity was the best course of action?"

Harry stared into grey eyes, dumbfounded. "Regulus," he said slowly, "I'm your husband."

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed."

"See!" Harry exclaimed while pointing his finger at the man, eyes wide with triumph and a massive grin on his face. "Sarcasm! You'd be so screwed without it, don't even argue with me. You wouldn't be able to bitch about Alphard, snipe about Sirius and the Marauders, even 'reminisce' about your mother and what you'd do if you could traumatise her with our marriage."

He crossed his arms not even caring he probably had a truly smug expression. "In conclusion, you're a sarcastic shit who probably wouldn't last a day if he couldn't be."

Regulus blinked as if startled before wrinkling his nose and turning away, muttering under his breath as Harry laughed at him. He was right, and he'd won, and suck on that, Regulus!

(And he really shouldn't say those words, even in his own head. Merlin, he had issues.)

After a minute or two of Harry circling his husband trying to get him to reveal what was undoubtedly a pissed off expression, Regulus straightened up with a glower that honestly just made him snicker even more and earned a deeper glare that made more than a few of Diagon Alley's patrons flee in terror – which was hilarious, and Harry was so glad that he had access to a Pensieve; those memories were going to be brilliant – and he looked at Harry in silence as if daring him to say anything.

Honestly, it was as if Regulus didn't realise his personality. They were married, for crying out loud.

Harry opened his mouth before Regulus cut him off. "Ignoring this completely irrelevant tangent concerning my apparent sarcasm," he started before pausing to scowl at Harry's Cheshire cat impression, "let's get back to our previous discussion. You never answered my question about the usefulness of immaturity."

Oh, yeah. What did he ask again? The smaller man mentally went over their conversation before his eyes brightened and he clicked his fingers. "Oh yeah, that!"

He turned to Regulus. "Like I said, I'm your husband. In order to become your husband, circumstances had to be more than a little exceptional. Let's be honest, the only ways we could have been together without said circumstances being turned on their head would have been some pretty big age gap – not that I would have cared that much, truth be told – or some dodgy bringing dead bodies back to life sort of thing. Not too sure the resulting relationship would even be legal, but then again I'm always getting shocked about our world. Who knows? Maybe it is legal to sha –"

A hand slapped roughly across his mouth, halting his words. Regulus had a pinched expression and looked faintly disgusted.

"Please don't finish that sentence."

He snorted into the hand and started cackling, though the sound was muffled by the hand still keeping him quiet. Maybe that had something to do with them being in public and his husband not wanting people to hear their discussion? Harry had said some truly vile things in the comfort of their own home without Regulus reprimanding him – from what he could remember – so it couldn't be the actual topic, could it? Or maybe his husband found necrophilia to be genuinely vomit-inducing? To be fair it was, but considering some of the things in the Black library it wasn't that bad.

… Or maybe it was and Harry's perceptions of different levels of gross were a little off, who knew?

Harry cleared his throat and moved Regulus' hand, fighting off the urge to laugh in the other man's face. "As I was saying, we were married through extenuating circumstances. Circumstances that arose from me ignoring my maturity and doing what I knew was a bad idea, but doing it anyway because I was curious.

"Mature would have been retreating to the library and trying to find out what the box was, or calling Kreacher to see if he any clue about it. Instead I didn't, after which I ended up in front of you and the rest is history as they say.

"So, the truth is that our marriage was a direct result of immaturity, hence it was good. Unless you think I should have avoided immaturity even then?"

Regulus stepped closer until they were barely an inch apart, grey eyes glinting as they bore into his own. "I suppose immaturity in and of itself isn't an unnecessary facet of humans, though its usefulness is entirely subjective depending on the individual situation."

The taller man bent down until they were nose to nose and smirked. "Suffice it to say that I'm very pleased with your instance of immature behaviour."

Before Harry could reply – not that he was having much luck on that front anyway given his memory seemed to be grabbing onto any publicly-inappropriate interaction of his with Regulus Black and making his brain leak out his ears – a certain voice that Harry had come to know and hate emanated from a spot a few feet away.

"Aw, aren't the two of you so sweet!"

Harry swore and spun around to glower. "Son of a whore, why are you here?!"

"That's rude. My mother might've been a bitch, but she was no whore. Though that probably had more to do with nobody wanting to shag the woman than any choice of hers," Charlus mused as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

What a fucking moron. I dread to think of what I would've ended up like if he'd actually raised me.

The older man visibly brightened, though there was a strange glint in his blue eyes and Harry immediately felt wary. What's he up to now?

"I was wondering if you two wanted to come and have lunch with us? Dorea and I are having a Potter thing at the new place down Horizont, and Regulus, let's remember now you're my son-in-law and my wife's cousin or godson or whatever the hell you want to label it as, so clearly you're a member of the family too, don't be shy!"

I wouldn't call it shy, thought Harry. The look his husband was directing as his adoptive father was clearly questioning the man's intelligence just as effectively as a few scathing words would have. It was quite impressive that visual cues could rival verbal communication in conveying an opinion so well, but then again Regulus was one of those annoying genius types, he did seem to be rather adept at whatever he put his mind to.

Over-achieving bastard.

"You want us to have lunch with you. Why? We saw you like three days ago," Harry said with a frown.

Charlus pouted – and surely he was too old for that – before saying, "But Harry, Marcus is missing his big brother! He wants to play with you whenever he can; surely you aren't going to deprive a toddler of some family time?"

As much as it pained him to admit – truly pained him in the depths of his soul – Charlus made a strong case and Harry felt a little guilty. Marcus was adorable and seemed to love Harry, or at least the colourful things he conjured for his entertainment, anyway. The time traveller could admit the boy was adorable, with the messy Potter hair and Dorea's eyes, though he'd prefer it if the woman would stop smirking and teasing him and Regulus about her son looking as if he could be theirs. She was right, but the woman was mortifying to be around sometimes. (Harry was just glad he wasn't often stuck with her and Melania together; that situation was a living nightmare, no doubt about it.)

He internally damned Charlus to the pits of hell – he wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing him lose his temper – and sighed before looking at Regulus whose lips twitched at the look on Harry's face. Git. The taller man nodded slightly and Harry turned back to the crazy man next to them.

"Fine, we'll come. Where is this place anyway?"

Charlus grinned with a look of smug success in his eyes and Harry could practically hear warning sirens go off around him as he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. A strong arm wrapped around his shoulder and more or less dragged him down Diagon Alley while its owner kept up with a stream of nonsense about his life so far, never pausing enough for Harry to get a word in and practically forcing Regulus to jog to keep up with them.

Eventually the party of three found their way to a small outdoor café decorated with curling ivy everywhere, but before Harry could get a good look around Dorea appeared out of nowhere and smirked at them. Jesus Christ, what have they done?

"Oh good, you're here." The woman turned over her shoulder and called out, "Come along now, I'm not waiting all day!"

Several sets of footsteps interrupted Harry's building panic, but when the people rounded the corner into his sight, all Harry could do was freeze and start to have an inner meltdown. It was bad enough living in the same time period as these people who'd once been the most important people to Harry ever, but being in the very same room as them was bloody horrendous. His inner Slytherin was all but screaming to flee and avoid all contact until he had an appropriate strategy planned for dealing with them. The Gryffindor part was quite in favour of just going with it and winging things the best he could.

It was a shame that neither part of him had a choice in the face of Dorea Potter's determination.

The woman strode forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning in to briefly press her lips to his cheek before pulling back with what he damn well knew was an evil grin on her face. (Nobody would ever convince him otherwise, and the woman was as mad as a Hatter.)

"Hello Harry, nice of you to join us. You too, Regulus."

Why do I keep getting involved with crazy people?

So yes, Harry was quite fervently wishing to be anywhere other than where they were, mostly because he couldn't figure out what the hell was happening with the remaining Marauders and co. as they sat looking painfully awkward around the table.

Remus' face was admittedly hilarious though, looking so confused and baffled by the entire situation that Harry was having to use every ounce of Occlumency he had not to burst out laughing. The man kept looking between Harry and Regulus and Sirius and James, and god knows what was running through his mind.

The other Black brother looked antsy, fidgeting in his seat as he kept stealing subtle glances – or what he thought of as subtle – at Regulus, practically drinking in the sight of his younger brother casually lounging in his chair and absentmindedly sipping wine. Regulus would have looked so mature to Harry if it weren't the niggling feeling that he was only doing it to piss Sirius off. Then again, the last time they met Sirius had publicly accused him of being a Death Eater and got proven wrong. Granted Regulus had been a Death Eater, but that was just nit-picking as far as Harry was concerned.

The other Potter kept looking at Harry every few seconds, eyes focused as he studied Harry's eyes behind his glasses. If it weren't for the adoption ritual and a subsequent blood test conducted afterwards, Harry would be shitting himself right about now. James had clearly noticed that Harry's eyes were eerily similar to those of his wife, though thankfully he seemed to have written it off as a strange coincidence and was content to keep gazing at what he thought of as a cousin he'd never known before.

It was the other woman at the table that made Harry's breath catch. No matter how many times he'd seen pictures of her or remembered that horrible memory, he'd always thought that Lily Potter nee Evans was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. People might think him to be bloody weird thinking that but it wasn't a physical thing. Despite any mistakes she'd made as a teenager, the woman clearly loved her husband and had been an incredible mother. She'd fought for him with her life, and even on Death's door she'd protected Harry with everything she had. The woman before him would always hold a special place in his heart.

(Though why people thought he wanted to marry a complete clone of his mother was bewildering to think about. He wasn't that fucked up, thank you very much, and he'd honestly been grateful that Ginny's hair lightened as she got older and wasn't like Lily's dark auburn. He'd have gone running for the hills if she looked like his mum. Ick.)

At the moment Lily looked to be in wonder as she studied the resemblance of the Blacks and the Potters, though Marcus seemed to be her focus as the perfect blend of the family features. That or she was just enamoured with the cute toddler, it was a definite possibility.

Marcus was currently babbling away to his mother as he munched on his fruit, though he soon decided that was at an end and turned to Harry with a grin and waved his hand around.

"'Arry! Up!"

Admittedly it sounded a little like Hagrid's accent but it was too cute to ignore. Harry stood up and walked around the table, very much aware of four curious sets of eyes on him as he bent down to pick up his adopted brother. He settled Marcus on his hip and smiled as the boy reached up to grab his face with sticky hands and started talking about everything he could think of. Well, a two-year-old's version of talking, anyway.

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!"

The loud squeal made him jump and he spun around while reaching for his wand, only for him to see Lily looking mortified with a hand clapped over her mouth and her face the colour of her hair. The three men that'd come with her looked to be varying degrees of amused, with Remus sporting a small grin at her enthusiasm and Sirius snorting into his hands, shoulders shaking with laughter. They seemed to be trying to hide their amusement, but James on the other hand seemed to have no problem telling his wife what he truly thought.

"Merlin, Lils! I didn't realise you were so bloody girly, I'd have given you that stuffed bear if I'd known."

The teasing smirk reminded Harry of the Snape Pensieve incident, though surprisingly enough it seemed to lack the arrogant set and his eyes were soft rather than malicious. Even if this was Lily he was still vastly different to before and Harry couldn't quite believe it; this man had been a bully throughout his teens, and even if Harry loved his original father and respected him for trying to protect him and his mother, James had still been an arsehole. It was ... strange, seeing him more adult than before. Well, bloody weird if he was going to be honest, but that did seem to be par for the course for his life now.

"Well of course they're cute, they're my sons!"

Charlus' exclamation distracted Lily from cursing her husband in one way or another – and Harry was a little sad he didn't get to witness that – and everyone turned to look at his demented grin as he began praising his children for being amazing because they were his.

"I do believe the truly amazing thing about your sons is that they clearly aren't as insane as you," Regulus drawled with a flat look at the elder Potter. Harry snorted and grinned at his husband, returning to his seat with a lap full of happy toddler.

"My dearest son-in-law," Charlus began with a sly smirk, "is something wrong? It can't be marital problems already, can it? I mean, the two of you do spend a lot of time locked up in your home sha- OW!"

The man cut off with a yelp and leaned down under the table, hissing in pain as he did so and glaring at Harry. Point one to me. Besides, it was only a little kick. Charlus was just a wimp.

"Da?"

Harry smiled down at Marcus before turning to his adoptive father with a bland look on his face. "You should be more careful, Father. These tables are rather solid and you wouldn't want to hurt yourself, would you? Let's be honest, magic is a wondrous thing, but you really do have to be more careful at your age, you wouldn't want to do permanent damage."

"You little shi-"

"Hey, Marcus!" Harry said brightly. "Why don't you tell your dad about the bird you saw earlier?"

"Dad! Bird!"

Soon enough Charlus had his toddler son once more who was rambling about the bird he saw when they got to the restaurant and Harry was grinning evilly at the older man, quite entertained by the youngest Potter's ability to fuck with his father's piss-taking. What a truly beautiful child.

The sound of a throat clearing caught his attention and Harry turned to see Lily gazing at him a little nervously though with a determined set to her jaw. He'd have to give her credit considering Dorea's oppressive presence, the former Black seemingly enjoying terrifying everyone just by sitting in her chair silently. Sirius especially was more than a little wary of his aunt, though considering his status as estranged from the House of Black it was no wonder sitting there with two of his relatives was fucking with him.

"So, Hadrian –"

"Please, call me Harry," he cut in with a smile.

Lily blinked, startled. "Oh, er, Harry then. So what is it you do, Harry?"

"Do?" Harry tilted his head slightly.

"I mean as a profession."

Regulus snorted and he glared at the man, completely missing the shocked look on the Marauders' faces at how casual his husband was acting. Which he would have scoffed at anyway, let's be honest. A snort was hardly the most surprising sound the man had ever admitted, but the details of their sex life were completely personal and would remain so. Even if making everyone blush up a storm would be hilarious.

Then again …

Harry smirked at Regulus before turning back to the table at large. "Well, that depends. Does being Regulus' arm-candy and trophy husband count?"

He really couldn't have timed it better, and he started cackling as Sirius snorted out juice at the same time Remus choked on his, the unsubtle couple covering themselves in sugary liquid in perfect tandem with one another. They're so in sync, it's incredible! God, I'm going to need the Pensieve later.

Lily had turned the colour of her hair once more, but James had decided to embrace the Potter craziness for once and started roaring with laughter, his red face buried in the table as he slammed his fist down in random bursts. The man was hiccoughing with the effort and had his arms wrapped around his middle, not that it seemed to be doing a lot of good.

The eldest Potter managed to resist just until Regulus let out a long-suffering sigh and looked upwards to the sky. Charlus then broke down laughing, helped along by Marcus' giggling and Dorea's amused smirk. It seemed the mad woman quite appreciated his humour despite its inappropriate tone. Oh well, I'm pretty sure that old Lord Black knows what I'm like by now. Considering he hasn't offed me yet I'm guessing he doesn't completely disapprove. Maybe.

"Oh - oh my god! That was brilliant! Your faces, they – they were perfect!"

Harry had tears in his eyes and still couldn't string a proper sentence together, but he was quite happy with the result of his fun. It wasn't often he got to fuck with people that wouldn't take serious offence to him. Well, they might, but it wasn't like he really gave a crap anyway, not to mention he was now part of a family that had a well-documented reputation of casually murdering people they had problems with.

… It sounded a lot worse when he thought about it like that. They weren't that bad. Right?

"You couldn't just play nice for once, could you?"

The dry tone caught his attention and he looked to the side, grinning at his husband's raised brow and twitching lips. Apparently Regulus wasn't too pissed off at his actions, which was a good thing, because otherwise the bastard might do something stupid like withhold sex. Which would not go down well with Harry, no it wouldn't. And no, he wasn't going off on a tangent, it was called a contingency plan, he was just preparing for anything.

(This might not be what she thought, but Harry was sure Hermione'd be proud of him for planning ahead. Probably.)

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry pushed back his chair and beamed at his husband. "Now if you'll excuse –"

As he stood up Harry felt a wave of vertigo crash into him and his knees buckled, his body tipping backwards on unsteady feet. As it was, the smaller man was incredibly thankful to his husband for stopping him from splattering himself on the stone floor; he had enough scars as if was.

"Harry!"

He let himself get guided back to his chair and focused on trying to blink his way back to clarity. He was vaguely aware of everyone else trying to get close as they asked him how he was but Harry only had eyes for Regulus. Before he could say anything a contemplative voice drew his attention.

"Hmm … Isn't that interesting?"

Dorea had a knowing glint in her eyes which set Harry on edge immediately, though the fact that she glanced around at the others confused the hell out of him. What did they have to do with him nearly faceplanting?

"It's a good thing we got a private area."

Everyone else was also looking at the woman as if she was off her rocker – and hey, look at that, rival Houses and estranged siblings all on one side for once, it's a miracle! Harry was almost tearing up – before she shot them all a smug look and waved her wand over the six younger magicals in a complicated twist.

Harry jolted and looked down, suddenly feeling rather faint considering he knew exactly what that was. It wasn't something he'd ever seen in person before, but Andromeda had been rather thorough in her instruction of healing spells and the results they produced. He now knew all manner of ways to heal physical wounds, figure out internal problems, and how diagnostic spells conveyed their results and how to interpret them.

Which was why he knew that green glow over his lower stomach meant that he was pregnant.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu –

"Well, I didn't expect that."

The green-eyed mad lifted his head to snipe at Regulus before his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him. Harry's stomach might be glowing the soft hue that proclaimed a child for all to see – green means go! Green means good! Green means oh holy shit I'm going to be responsible for a human being when I can't even control my own diet, though maybe this puts a new spin on all the chocolate and thank fuck I wasn't craving something gross – but the shock of his pregnancy wasn't drawing all the focus here.

The other ones were getting their fair share.

Two other green glows were settling over stomachs a few feet away from him, and Sirius and Lily were both staring wide-eyed at their own abdomens with pale faces as the reality seemed to slowly set in for them.

Strangely enough, seeing the other two pregnant people start to panic was rather soothing for Harry, though that could be because his husband was staring at Harry with something akin to pride alongside his obvious love that he could practically feel the support. Harry beamed back at him, one of his hands unconsciously coming up to touch his flat stomach. We'll be fine.

Several loud thumps interrupted him from staring at Regulus – and really, what was wrong with him ogling his gorgeous husband? They were married, he had a ring on his hand that said he could eye him up as much as he wanted as far as he was concerned – and he spun around only to stop and look at the floor bewilderingly.

James, Sirius and Remus were all passed out on the floor, apparently having taken the news of their impending fatherhood like a literal shock to the system. He knew they were technically all teenagers right now, but this was ridiculous.

"Wimps."

His head shot up and he met Lily's eyes, both of them surprised they spoke in unison. After a few seconds both of them snorted and they started laughing.

Yeah, we'll be more than fine.

A/N: Hello again!

SORRY! I know I said once a week or fortnight, but work has been killing me so bad I haven't even realised what the day is, let alone what I haven't written for yet.

Hopefully the revelations at the end make up for the chapter being late? And it being longer than usual? Maybe? (Please don't hate me!)

Anyway, yes it's only Harry that's pregnant. I know I joked about it being both but I figured that they could catch a break for once. For now ;)

I'll see you guys next time, and thanks for all your support.

Happy reading!