Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I just like to play with them

I Love You So

NC17 - there may be a couple of squicks ahead related to breastfeeding mothers

Waking up for what must have been the tenth time that night, Hermione slowly slid her legs over the side of the bed. Wiggling her toes into her dark, fluffy slippers, she got up and shuffled off to the bathroom. There was a dull ache low in her back and a cramp creeping up the left side of her abdomen. She would never have believed it was possible for one person to feel so uncomfortable.

After concluding her business and washing her hands she crawled back into bed, not bothering to pull on covers or snuggle next to Sirius who was a 'hot' sleeper. He had the sheets and comforter piled on top of him to shield his body from the temperature her pregnancy demanded of their bedroom.

Stirring slightly, she realized she must have disturbed his sleep pattern a little and tried to remain still but it was difficult with the way her body was complaining.

"Hrmmff?" came his sleep roughened rumble as he pushed the cream colored sheets and dark paisley comforter aside so he could squint at her sleepily. "S'alright?"

"Go back to sleep," she whispered, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I'm fine." I just had to pee. Again.

"Kay."

She smiled at her slumbering beauty of a husband as he nestled back down under his soft fortress of sheets and blankets and at the way he his face was always so peaceful and easy when he slept. A little frown touched her lips because she knew that look of peace would disappear when he awoke.

A melancholy had descended upon him over the last week and not just him, Remus too. The reason for that down swing in mood had to do with today, October the thirty first, the day Lily and James had died. The day their world was ripped apart. Last year at this time there had been no marking of days, they were on the run in Mexico and it had gone by unnoticed. There was no such luxury this year.

Tonks had told her about years past where he and Remus would get filthy drunk at the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place and tell stories about James and Lily until they were crying like babies. She wasn't being calous or unfeeling but in truth she wasn't looking forward to that. Halloween was about muggle kids in adorably cute or whimsically frightening costumes and lavish feasts for Wizard children in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It wasn't supposed to be about sorrow and regret and 'what if.'

Her hand flew to her side when she felt that little cramp again, this time creeping up her right side. Not quite sharp but not quite dull either, the pain managed to be more than merely uncomfortable. She didn't believe there was any cause for alarm, she'd had cramps before and her due date was still ten days away.

When she woke up a few hours later the spot beside her in bed was vacant, the covers carved out in a pooly shaped crescent that was pushed into the middle of the bed. Smells of bacon and eggs from the kitchen were intruding on her slumber as well as the little cramp she had been playing host to that morning. Before joining Sirius in the kitchen she made a quick stop by the bathroom, again. Slipping her light pink houserobe on over the supersized t-shirt she slept in she left the bedroom, hearing two masculine voices speaking in low tones as she opened the door.

"Morning, boys," greeted Hermione as she waddled into the sunlit kitchen, holding a hand at her back.

"Good morning, Hermione," said Remus, wearing the same look he'd had all week.

Sirius jumped to his feet, pushing against the table which made it lurch slightly and pulled a chair out for her and helped her into it, placing a little kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning, my love," he said before retreating to the cooktop to fix a plate for her.

As he set the plate in front of her, her hand flew to her side again, her face pinched in pain. Placing a hand over hers that was rubbing her side Sirius looked at her with concern. "You feeling ok?"

"Oooff!" she exclaimed, gripping Sirius' other arm with her free hand. "Damn, that one had some kick."

"That one? There were others? Should I floo Molly?" Sirius wasn't sure if it was alarm or excitement in his voice, maybe a bit of both.

"The due date is still ten days away," replied Hermione slowly, squeezing his arm gently in reassurance before releasing him as she let the pain subside.

"Time them," offered Remus calmly as he slowly sipped his coffee, no hint of alarm on his face.

"What?" asked Sirius, his hand still covering the one at her side although she was was trying to inch it away from him.

"Molly said to time them, don't you remember?" Remus remembered when James got like this with Lily, the best help he could offer was to remain steady for the father.

Sirius transfigured his plate from breakfast into a clock, adding a marker to show the time of the first cramp. Instead of relaxing comfortably he stood over her like a one man bomb squad, waiting for her to blow.

"Sit," she commanded.

He sat but his expression didn't change, it was wary and expectant and completely irritating with the way his eyes wouldn't leave her.

"Would you make me some tea?" she asked pleasantly, to give him something to do. She hadn't even had breakfast yet!

She and Remus exchanged a glance across the small kitchen table that spoke volumes; Sirius was going to be a handful today. He laughed lightly and tossed a glance at Sirius who was now consumed with his task, whisking about the kitchen fetching cups and teabags like the fate of the world depended on it. Hermione rolled her eyes because it was to be expected and endearing in a way and just so...Sirius.

When Sirius set the cup of tea down, her favorite teacup, the one that was oversized with the delicate pink blossoms decorating the rim, another contraction hit. Sirius froze, like he was considering a dozen different possible reactions, then made a notation on the clock and looked at Remus.

"Well?"

"Almost ten minutes apart, Molly doesn't want to hear from you until they are five minutes apart." he replied, ever the calm voice of reason for Sirius. Fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice, Remus looked away and into the kitchen to observe Crookshanks consider whether jumping to the counter for a piece of bacon would be worth the trouble it would earn him.

"Oh. Ok, well...we'll just keep an eye on her." Sirius stood over Hermione like a night watchman until her glare convinced him to settle into a chair beside her.

Remus engaged Sirius in light conversation but asked questions that Sirius would have to think about. What were his assignments at work like? What was his most interesting case so far? Had he done any work to the motorbike recently? A whole barrage of questions that required lengthy answers, questions to which he already knew the answers, giving Hermione a chance to eat her breakfast.

When Hermione finished eating Sirius helped her to her feet and into the family room to watch television. Fluffing a few pillows to place at her back, he helped her stretch out, pulling her feet into his lap so he could rub them. Whatever plans he and Remus had that day were scrapped in favor of staying close to Hermione.

As the morning wore into afternoon her contractions became longer and were spaced closer and closer together, it had become clear that this was in fact labor. Sirius was excited and anxious, unable to rein in his excess of energy. He kept hopping up to take care of some last minute urgency, then remembered Hermione and sat back down to rub her feet some more, only to hop back up a few minutes later.

The first of many things he did was to alert Jean, not by using Hermione's cell phone or even sending an owl. He went with instinct and sent a patronus.

"Sirius! You'll scare my mother half to death!"

"Ooops!"

He had been to the nursery and back down a dozen times already. First to get the basinets, then he decided that two were silly and enlarged the one and then changed his mind. Then he changed it back again.

To help, Remus and Hermione made suggestions to which he instantly complied, a light of excitement in his eyes Remus hadn't seen in years. Christmas had come early for one Sirius Black and all melancholic thoughts were left far behind.

When her next contraction hit he was up in the nursery and missed seeing Remus leave by floo to fetch Molly.

"Where'd Moony go?" he asked as he bounced off the last stair and into the family room, practically vibrating with energy.

"To get Molly," she replied with a small smile. His eyes fled to the clock and he made a little sound of surprise and wonder.

"Is it time?" he tittered breathlessly.

To answer, Hermione's water broke.

"Oh, shit!"

The moments after that passed in a blur for Sirius. Molly returned with Remus just after Jean and Herman turned up. Molly and Jean worked to gether to make things comfortable for Hermione in the bedroom.

Molly brought potions and salves and a whole variety of things to help with her midwifery. Some of the energy was siphoned off in his concern for Hermione and her growing pain. He took his place beside her on the bed and held her hand as she sweated and strained and before it was all over, screamed.

Watching his children come into the world was a humbling experience for Sirius. Squalling and bloody, covered in white mucousy goo, he had never seen anything more beautiful in the world than his son. Molly severed the cord with her wand and then cleaned the babe with a spell made for that purpose while Sirius held him. It was from his hands that Hermione received her first born.

They shared a look that was as old as time, awed by what their love had accomplished. Rasalas was strong, quiet with a shock of soft, brown curls that framed his little head. Rooting noisely at his mother's breast he found the pink nipple with soft, greedy grunting sounds.

Little Rasalas didn't have long to enjoy the contentment he found before his twin stole his mother's breath with a powerful contraction and he was pulled away and handed to his grandmother. Adhara was the smaller of the two and made quick use of the path blazed by her brother.

As different as the noon day sun is from the full moon, Adhara was loud and fussy, her silky black hair a match with her father's. The moment she stepped into the room she required its full attention.

Swaddled in soft receiving blankets after being thoroughly cleaned by Molly, little Adhara complained noisily until Sirius spoke to his daughter.

"Hey you, pipe down." His deep baritone fascinated her, capturing her attention. With features that were familiar to him he gazed down at the tiny baby girl and realized that his heart would never again be his own.

"Can I have a look," asked Hermione, torn between wanting to watch Sirius fall for his daughter and wanting to hold the newborn herself.

"Oh, sorry," said Sirius, a little sheepishly, carefully handing the little girl over and helping her get settled on a nipple.

Adhara fussed even as she nursed while Sirius helped Rasalas get settled on the other side. The baby girl didn't stop whining, releasing noises of discontent between soft sucking sounds, until Sirius sang quietly to the new mother and her twin babies.

"Harry Belafonte?" whispered Hermione.

Sirius just smiled softly at her and kept singing 'And I Love You So.' His baritone caressed the words as his fathomless grey eyes held hers in tenderness and gratitude for all she had given him. Her heart welled up and spilled over as tears gathered in her eyes. Not since Christmas in her fifth year had she heard his rich singning voice, now thickened with emotion and the truth that the lyrics held for him.

Whatever this day might have meant for him in years past, it was now the day his son and daughter were born, the happiest day of his entire existence, the day he finally got his true family.

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"Why you little-" laughed Sirius as a stream of pale yellow erupted from the diaper he was attempting to change.
Hermione looked over at him and giggled, although quite a good baby, Rasalas seemed possessed of a sense of humor. Adhara struggled in her mother's arms upon hearing her father's voice, straining her wobbly head to try and catch a glimpse of him.

"Your girlfriend is looking for you," said Hermione wryly, rocking in the chair Sirius bought her the day after the twins were born.

Sirius leaned back off the couch so she could look at him. "Hello, beautiful."

"What is it with you and girls?" teased Hermione.

"Jealous?" he joked back.

"No, but then I know something you seemed to have overlooked," she returned coyly.

"Hmm...what's that?" he asked as he victoriously attached a new diaper to his son.

"Our period of...waiting, is over," she replied, blushing a little.

"Waiting?" he asked confused. "Oh...waiting? That period of waiting?"

"Uh, huh. That one." Adhara settled back down to nursing while her father looked her mother over with renewed interest.

"So..." said Sirius, hoisting his son up in his arms with a radiant smile, stepping toward Hermione with a slight swagger. "All ready to make a new set, are we?"

"Ha!" replied Hermione. "Lets just enjoy these two shall we?"

"Still," he said, moving her blouse aside so he could settle Rasalas to nurse on the other side, grazing his finger over a nipple, very much on purpose. "No harm in keeping our form."

"That is just so very wrong," said Hermione with a little glare, unable to control her response to him. It had just been so long...

"Hey, don't blame me if-"

"Don't you dare say it!" she said scandalized. "I can't even believe you thought it!"

Sirius chuckled at himself, it was rather wrong of him.

Getting a beer for himself and a glass of pumpkin juice for her, he returned to the family room, the odd gleam still present in his eyes. Taking a seat and then singing in that deep crooner's voice of his, Sirius tabled his libido to enjoy his family. Hermione closed her eyes and just soaked up his happiness. Trading his hearfelt serenade from a few weeks ago for a traditional wizard lullaby, he watched his babies mouths work against their mother's breast, slowing imperceptably until they were only latched on for comfort.

"Shhh..." Sirius startled her by taking one sleeping baby out of her arms and then the other, settling them side by side in the enlarged basinet.

"C,mon," he whispered, taking her by the hand and leading her into the bedroom.

Behaving far more gentlemanly than he felt, gently wrapping an arm around her waist and cradling her head, he kissed her properly like he hadn't done in several weeks.

"God, I've missed you," he whispered against her mouth.

"Pleeeease," she whimpered in response, tearing at his clothes in effort to get him naked.

Pulling at her clothes with just as much need Sirius whispered, "You know we should probably take it easy at first."

"To hell with that," returned Hermione, wrapping her fingers around his cock, squeezing and pulling him to a full erection without mercy even as he was touching her gingerly, like he was afraid she might be breakable.

Sirius growled low in his chest and pushed her, making her fall back against the bed. Running his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles, smoothing up her calves and scratching lightly along the outside of her thighs, he slowly moved his body over hers, licking, kissing and sucking at her flesh as he went.

Pausing as he moved over her dampening core to breath in her heady scent but not stopping to touch, he touched his lips against her belly, nipping at her with his teeth and tickling her sides with his fingers.

"It's been so long, Sirius," she whined, lifting her hips to press her body against his, feeling his erection make contact with her thigh.

"Which is exactly why I'm going to take this easy," he answered, the strain of his self restraint evident in his voice.

Pushing his hands up her body, marveling at how smooth her skin felt, how delightful it was to touch her body again, letting out a soft moan when he reached her breasts. Kneading them softly with his fingers a little milk excreted out onto her nipples. He grinned wolfishly and dipped his head to taste, suckling her nipple with his hot mouth making her gasp and giggle at his antics.

"I can't believe you did that," she panted when he released her nipple with a wet smack.

"Sweeter than I expected," he admitted, leaning down to nibble against her neck. Nipping and licking her soft skin, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure, he traced a slow, hot trail to her mouth. Rolling onto his back while keeping her in place, so that now she was over him, he let himself get lost in a fiery kiss that was going somewhere, finally!

Relaxing into the bed, he let himself enjoy her exploration. Her lips left his mouth to bite and suck along his neck, one hand wrapped in his hair, the other exploring his body. She hadn't felt the firmness of his muscles under skin like this in weeks, tracing gently along his tattoos, teasing his nipples and then feeling the hard ripple of his abdomen under her fingers.

Sirius growled contentedly, her attention was delightful and welcome and definitely testing his will to let this reunion of flesh go gently. He worried about hurting her but that was almost entirely drowned out when her soft fingers wrapped around his length and squeezed.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her, looking back at him with a determination in her eyes, that and lust. Waiting for him to look at her, she dipped her head, never breaking eye contact and sucked him into her mouth. His heart rate sped up instantly, the euphoric pleasure of her mouth combined with a whore's look in her eye on that innocent face was just too much.

She didn't want him to be gentle and was determined to snap the self control he had never before displayed. She wanted her husband, the ravisher, the man who made her cry out to the heaven's and sing his name in that low throaty voice only he could bring out of her.

Moving so swiftly that it was a blur, Hermione found herself tossed back against the bed with Sirus leaning over her, the grey of his eyes pushed to the outer edges, his pupils glowing like black fire. Hermione arched her body into his, a physical plea to make good on his lust, to fuck her like he meant it.

"You won't hurt me, I need this, need you...please, Sirius...fuck me!" The last of his resolve disintegrated when the word 'fuck' passed her lips. Thrusting into her harder than he would have preferred, his hardened cock slipped ino her velvet warmth.

"God, yes," she moaned, arcing her hips to meet his thrust.

"Fuck!" he breathed, hot and damp against her neck. "So fucking good, so tight!"

Slipping back and then pushing in once again, he set a hard pace as her legs wrapped around him, her hands pulling his head to her mouth so she could kiss him as he fucked her.

It was like coming home but not quite as wholesome, weeks of need pushed their way to the fore and neither could remember why they were supposed to take it easy. Slick with sweat, their bodies slid against one another, pelvises meeting in hard arcing thrusts, the friction and rough action forcing the pleasurable frustration that only drove them harder to their goal.

"Harder, Sirus!" she begged.

Maddened with lust and a need to come stronger then he could ever remember, he lifted her legs up to penetrate more deeply and then leaned in, pushing her knees to her chest. Slamming into her body with power fueled by the adrenaline he was pumping, he fucked her with a ferocity he didn't remember possessing before this very hour. Never before had she felt so much like his, his wife, his lover, his cunt.

His name passed her lips, a mantra of praise for how good he felt, how close she was. He didn't need her to tell him that, he could feel her cunt twitching, reaching his hand around her thigh, his fingers found her clit and twisted.

"Come for me, baby!"

Sweeping out across her body like liquid fire, her orgasm crashed agaisnt her body like a physical blow. She cried out his name in ecstacy, her pussy pulsing and squeezing him, sucking him in so deep, so hard he was helpless to do more than rock against her and come, harder then he ever had before. Her name passed his lips in a pained roar as he spilled himself deep inside her, every pulse of hers emptying him completely until he had nothing left.

Gently setting her legs back down on the bed, he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as his heart tried to regain control. Sweaty and damp, hair clinging to their faces they smiled at each other and shared a soft kiss. Rolling to the side, he slipped out of her, his limp cock entirely spent.

Rolling them away from the wet messy evidence of their union, they curled around each other as close as they could get. He listened to her breathing slow, felt her heart returning to a normal rhythym and just thanked whatever gods there were for his wife, mother of his children, his Hermione.

Never once, in his wildest imaginings did he ever think he would be this happy, this content.

"I love you, Hermione."

"I love you more," she returned playfully.

Before he could answer and continue their 'I love you the most' game, came the loud squall of baby girl who just realized the universe wasn't paying her its due. Sirius kissed Hermione on the cheek and got out of bed, humming the tune to 'And I Love You So' as he went.

the end
Epilogue to follow

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews!

So, this is it, this is all there is. There will be a brief epilogue and then I am all done. Kinda sad, really.

The epilogue is set a few years down the road, I want to let you meet the kids when they are a little older.

There will not be a sequal, no stories about the kids or anything like that. I may write one shots from time to time but not for quite awhile. Definitely nothing other than whimsy hitting me.