Remus hummed happily, holding the knife carefully in his hand, his other hand gently feeding the carrot under the chopping blade.
"Hey, babe. How was your day?" Sirius asked, walking up and placing a kiss on Remus' cheek, hand resting on the man's very swollen stomach. Remus grinned,
"Amazing, my day was amazing. I went in, and got to hear their heartbeats, it sounded so weird! Like, having a drum with an echo….." Remus trailed off, an odd expression on his face, Sirius gazed at his husband, amusement slowly fading to concern, as Remus held his frozen, shocked expression for a while longer than normal.
"Babe, you okay?" But just as Sirius asked the question, Remus' hand was clutching the sink tightly, the knife dropped clattering onto the counter, his knees buckled, and he fair nearly screamed as white-hot pain ripped through his abdomen. He moaned, and when he opened his eyes, Sirius was shocked to see that instead of their normal golden brown, they were now a glowing golden, a sign that Moony was very, very close to the surface. Sirius only had a second to contemplate this, before Remus gasped, and let out a keening whimper, as his whole body trembled, all of his muscles tense. Sirius gathered his husband in his arms, he hurried and flooed themselves to madam Pomfrey. The hospital wing was deserted, which was in high contrast to when Sirius and James and the rest had been there, at least one of them or some poor, victimized student always occupied one of the beds. She came bustling out, and saw us, and immediately she grabbed Remus from my arms, lay him on the bed, and shut the curtain. Sirius stared, and then sighed and moved to sit in the chair. Sirius heard Remus' muffled scream, and held himself in his seat. After that, he noticed madam Pomfrey must have set a silencing charm around them, because he could no longer hear Remus' cries and whimpers of pain. Suddenly the curtain was drawn back, and Remus was half-asleep, a sleeping, bundle in each of his arms, cradled against his breast. Sirius walked forwards and touched the sleeping faces with wonder, never had he seen anything so perfect or beautiful. Remus smiled tiredly at Sirius, and yawned,
"Say hello to Lykaios and Serenity, honey. You're officially a Father." Sirius' face broke into a foolish pumpkin grin, as he laughed joyously, and kissed Remus passionately.
"Mister Black, please, I really must give Remus something." Madam Pomfrey said, her voice sounded choked, like she was holding back laughter, Sirius looked back, and, sure enough, she was indeed trying not to laugh, a tiny vial held in her hand. She swept easily around Sirius and stood next to Remus, "its better if you take this while you're still numb. Give me the darlings, I'll hold them, you take the potion and sleep, they'll be back in your arms when you wake." She said kindly, Remus, his brain fogged and sluggish with the drugs, was vaguely aware that he snapped at the woman's fingers, clutching his children closer to his breast.
"I will give them back, dear." She smiled, and Remus wasn't aware of her intentions until his world and vision was swamped in blackness. When he woke again, he felt right, and he had two warm bundles lying on his once again flat chest. He grinned, and woke himself fully, and slowly, carefully pulled himself up so that he was seated instead of lying down. He gazed down at his children's innocent faces. Slowly Serenity's eyes blinked open, and she began screaming, and as soon as she did, Lykaios began to as well, their voices wailing loudly through the ward. Remus gasped and began bouncing them, making hushing noises, rocking them, cooing to them, and they began to settle down and stared at him. He grinned back, and held them against him, he could feel Moony practically purring with delight. He looked over at Sirius, who was now fully awake, having been awoken by his children's squalls, he had a gentle smile on his face. Serenity brought her small hand up, clutching Remus' finger, grinning a toothless grin.
Our pups Moony whispered, and Remus nodded, "Our pups." He said aloud, Sirius chuckled,
"Yes, our little pups. Oh, they are just so perfect!" He crooned, holding onto Lykaios. The small boy grinned at his father, Sirius chuckled. "A werewolf's pups." Sirius muttered.