Remus sighed happily, arms outstretched at his side. The skirt Lily had dressed him in blew in the wind, twining tightly in between his legs. His long, golden hair blew wildly around him. He turned his face upwards, smiling, laughing, grinning, as he spun in joyous circles as he danced.

"It's so amazing, Sirius." Remus whispered, staring at the moon, so full and pregnant with light, gorgeous white light that cascaded down like waterfalls. He grinned with shining eyes upwards at the moon, and gently fell to his knees, settling gracefully on the soft, lush grass. He lay back, and stared at the sky, knowing in his heart he had fallen in love all over again. Sirius smiled, and lay next to Remus, resting his head on the other's chest, hand rubbing the round stomach. Remus giggled quietly, sighing in content.

"It's so gorgeous. I've never seen the moon so full. God, it's amazing." He whispered, as if talking loudly would shatter the beauty, destroy the stillness.

"Huh, it's interesting, don't you think? I mean, since you took the potion and got pregnant, you haven't transformed, or had any adverse side effects from your wolf. Perhaps, it's the equivalent of a woman's cycle? Maybe, your transformations are considered your cycle by your body, and your body stops it, just like it does with women. It's weird, isn't it?" Remus chuckled softly,

"Yes, weird, but YOU try being a man all of your life, and then wake up one day, find out you're a woman, not to mention you are pregnant, and then after all that business, find out you don't have transformations every month on the full moon. It's almost like something is missing, like, I'm forgetting something, or waiting on someone, and they aren't coming."

"Well, stop waiting on your wolfie, cuz he won't come out for a few more months."

"Which I am highly grateful for."

"I would say so." Sirius replied simply, kissing Remus' nose. Remus smiled,

"I've never seen the full moon before, or at least, not while I was human. Oh Merlin, I wish I could lie like this forever and ever." He turned slightly, resting his head on Sirius' chest, snuggling up close to the other man. Remus stretched up his hand, as if he was reaching for the sky, and closing one eye, began to trace the tiny craters and ridges on the moon.

"You know, I used to be terrified of the full moon. Because it always meant more pain, another transformation, more blood and hurting myself or someone around me, just everything that could go wrong when I'm in wolf form, it just meant being another feral wolf, without a human's sanity, without a wolf's knowledge. I was miserable like that, it's like, if you turned into your dog right now, and were thrown out onto the street to live, only you didn't think like a human, but like a dog, only you still had human reactions and other humanly aspects that crippled you as a dog, and yet, you were still not sane, there was nothing there, absolutely nothing. Not as a human turned dog, not as a dog with a human brain, just, nothing." Remus shuddered at the memories; they seemed vague, as if they all happened in a dream. "But how could anyone ever hate the moon? It's so gorgeous, so, magical. So wild and free."

"My dear, almost everything that has to deal with witches or wizards is magical."

"No, you git." Remus said teasingly, gently shoving Sirius, "I meant a different magic, more wild, like, like fire or, or, oh, I don't know, a ravenous werewolf, not like the normal wave-my-wand-and-I-can-make-a-stream-of-water. I don't know how to explain it, it's just, amazing." Remus breathed, making an effort to explain what he felt, to somehow convey the amazing feeling he felt when he stared at the full moon. It made him wonder, was his love for the full moon, because of his wolf? Obviously the fact he wanted to sit back on his haunches and throw back his head and howl, claim that gorgeous night as his own, had a bit to do with his wolf. He was shocked when Sirius did the exact thing he had been contemplating, sitting back on his haunches, Sirius grinned at Remus, before throwing back his head, and howling loudly, a crazed, feral sound that made Remus shiver in pleasure. Sirius looked over, and smirked, in his most sexy, feral way, raising a single brow, his black hair blown behind him in an invisible wind, a few single strands snaking across his face. Remus watched, and closed his eyes, the sight doing odd, pleasurable things to his body. Suddenly he was gently tossed backwards onto the ground, he yelped when his back hit the ground painlessly, and was truly shocked to see Sirius, legendary smirk on his face, leaning over him. Sirius knew he had caught Remus by surprise, and was actually quite proud of himself, he didn't often get that chance, as even in human form, Remus' hearing and smelling was superb, he could smell emotions, and could hear whispered conversations from across the quidditch pitch. But, to his great horror and distaste, the pregnancy had made him vulnerable in more than one way. The first way, which was painfully obvious, he was pregnant, and was not exactly great in warding off hazards. Two, his sense normally so superb, were now that of an average human, making it appear, that the wolf within him had truly retreated to the farthest outreach of his mind and was apparently very displeased and not coming forth any time soon. Sirius smirked and leaned forwards, and pressed his lips firmly against Remus' who shivered delightfully, moaning quietly. Remus raised one hand, letting it twine in the long black locks of his lover, but when air became an insistent annoyance, they broke apart. Sirius sighed and flipped onto his back, his shoulder pressed against Remus'. Remus smiled and pushed himself up and sat up on his knees, and lifted his arms upwards to the sky,

I'm being followed by a moonshadow, Sirius propped himself up on his elbows, watching Remus curiously. The man's voice rang out loud and clear, strong and gentle, wild and caged, an amazing sound like angel's wings, or devil's laughter. It was neither good nor bad, male nor female, hot nor cold. It was all and none, opposites, full of darkness and light, just like Remus himself. A kind, gentle, caring boy on the outside, so quiet, a little bookworm, but underneath a dark, magical creature, one who thirsts for human blood, a werewolf. Remus sang on for a few lines more, and let his voice trail off.

Moonshadow, moonshadow

Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow

"Wow." Was all Sirius could manage to say, even though Remus sang only about three lines, his voice still had left Sirius practically speechless. Remus looked back and raised a brow, smirking, and stood, wrinkling his nose as he lurched forward and righted himself. Sighing as he placed slender hands on his rounded stomach, one on top, one underneath, as he supported the added weight.

"Think I'm having twins." He murmured, tossing his head in a rather wolf-like gesture, trying to get his annoying hair out of his face. Sirius smiled and got up, moving so he stood behind the small woman, hands resting on her very large stomach.

"We need to think of names for them." Sirius whispered, rubbing Remus' stomach gently. Remus blushed, "What?" Sirius asked, catching sight of the blush, and brushed his finger across the girl's cheekbone, finding the light tint absolutely endearing.

"I kinda already thought of some names…" Remus muttered in one breath, looking slightly flustered. Sirius chuckled,

"I have no problem with you choosing the names yourself. What are your options?"

"Well, I have two. One in case it's a boy, one in case it's a girl. For the girl's name, I have Serenity." Sirius smiled,

"That is perfect. Just like the moon, it reminds me of the full moon."

"It does the same for me. For a boy's name, well, it's rather feminine, but, I choose Lykaios, meaning little wolf."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful. How about, Ulric."

"Yes, that sounds fine. That sounds fine." Remus muttered, yawning, leaning back into Sirius' strong chest. Remus sighed again, wincing as his jaw popped.