Hey, Everyone,

Sorry I haven't been the best updating writter recently, but this year is senior year for me so, college stuff has gotten in the way of school and writing. Sorry this is so short. I hope you enjoy, because we are almost done with this kiddies.

Chapter 20

Remus smiled, stepping from the bed, rubbing circles on his round tummy as he sighed, stretching his limbs from their sleep, yawning wolfishly before pulling a shirt over his body, the over sized material pulling tight over his large stomach, as he buttoned the few buttons on the sleep shirt, before seating himself on the edge of his mate's side of the bed, gently running his hands through the animagus's hair, humming gently under his breath as the dark haired man stirred from his sleep.

Sirius opened one bright blue eye, a rakish smile making its way on to his face as he went in for the attack, manuevering the wolf under him, smiling as the sandy haired man looked up at him breathlessly. Leaning down for a kiss the dark haired man gently took the werewolf's lips, before snuggling next to the pregnant man, gently spooning into the man's side, feeling the growing baby bump that moved under his hand, the child inside kicking its bearer, as though to join his sire in torturing the man. Remus laughed, settling deeper into the embrace the dark man offered, kissing his mate fondly as they cuddled in their bed.

"How's the little man?" asked Sirius, his blue eyes staring fondly at the bump.

Remus ran his fingers through the thick mass of black hair, humming in thought. "He's due any day now, Padfoot." said Remus.

Sirius looked at the man in his arms, eyes wide as he rubbed the round belly, his hands shaking as he moved to look at his mate. The dark haired man moved the wolf, settling in between the sandy haired man's legs, the long appendages on either side of his Indian style legs, as he moved the shirt covering his baby and lover, worshiping the growing stomach, seeming to memorize the feeling of the life under his lips and hands.

"I forgot completely," the dark haired man confessed, his eyes focused on the swell. "He's a good couple weeks older than Harry's baby, huh?"

"About a month and a half actually. So, Draco's not far off either." explained the werewolf, sighing as he relaxed against the pillows.

Sirius sighed, as he placed kisses on his lover's stomach, feeling the baby move beneath the stretched skin, smiling as he he felt the baby kick. "It's all kinda surreal, y'know? I never thought I would be a dad, especially after being put in Azkaban. I...I never really had parents, so I just feel sorta inadequate." said the animagus, his eyes staring up into the amber brown of his lover.

Remus smiled slightly, running his fingers through the animagus's hair, his golden eyes edged with sadness. "You'll be the best Daddy, Sirius. You try so hard already with Harry, to make up for lost time, and Harry is so lucky to have you as a godfather, a father really, just think? We'll be grandparents and parents around the same time. The best of both worlds." said the werewolf.

Sirius smiled gently, placing one last kiss on the growing bump, before stepping off the bed, helping his mate off the edge and settled on to the floor before heading into the shower. Remus sighed gently, puttering around their room, cleaning, humming under his breath as the listened to Sirius sing in the shower, a silly muggle lullaby about cupcakes. Slowly the pregnant man made his way into their living room, the quiet of the morning seeming to seep into the space and make the colors of their home brighter, and alive.

Harry sighed, reading over the parchment the blonde had handed him as they sat silently in their rooms eating breakfast in bed, curiosity of Harry and Dobby. The dark haired boy leant back againt the pillows, taking a bite of the pancake that was quickly cooling on his plate. Draco looked over his shoulder, his grey eyes alight with interest as he read the letter rather quickly, tapping his fingers on the muscular thigh of the boy-who-lived, signalling that he was done. Harry raised an eyebrow, before turning his eyes to the blonde, a good natured agitation on his face as he looked at the blonde.

"Is there something that you need?" asked the raven haired boy.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes as he indicated the letter with his head. "Will you turn the page?" said the boy, never a question, always a demand."I finished with that page and I'm ready for the next."

Harry frowned, shaking his head, the shaggy mess of hair settling itself into a large stack of disarray. "Draco, this is my letter. What if I had wanted it to be private?" said the boy.

The blonde almost giggled, shaking his head. " Potter, if you had wanted that letter to be private, you wouldn't have read it in the bed, with your breakfast, sitting next to your pregnant/bored/(now)easily amused lover."

Harry smiled, leaning in close to the pregnant blonde until their foreheads touched, their noses rubbing together affectionately. "Lover?" he asked, his green eyes alight with emotion.

Draco stammered, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked away from the far too happy Gryffindor. "I...I..."

"Don't try to hide it Draco, you said it, and as you are always telling me; whatever you say you mean to say. So, am I correcting in saying that the great and powerful Prince of Slytherin, considers himself to be my lover?"

Draco leant forward capturing the brunette's lips in a kiss, silencing him gently, running his hands through the mass of hair, moaning lightly, placing Harry's hands on his round stomach, smiling in triumph as the Boy-Who-Lived fell victim to his actions. Harry moaned, running his hands over the curve of the blonde's stomach, revelling in the feel of the soft skin pulled tight against the growing bump of their child. Gently, he extracted himself from the kiss smiling indulgently as the blonde sighed, snuggling deeper into the blankets and pillows.

"Mhmmm, trying to distract me now, hmm, Draco mine?" asked the Gryffindor, nipping at the blonde's nose, a gentle smile on his lips as the Malfoy shivered.

"Of course not. Now, where is that last page?"

Harry laughed, ruffling the blonde's hair as he retrieved the page requested, watching in fascination as the little blonde skimmed the page, his grey eyes reading the letter.