Title: Do You Love Me?
A/N: mentions of mpreg
"James?"
"Yeah, Siri?"
"Do you love me?"
James lowered his copy of The Daily Prophet' to look at his lover.
"Sirius, last time you said that I ended up in a pair of leather
pants giving McGonagall a kiss in the Great Hall."
"I'm…sorry. I'll just…I'll just go now."
James frowned and watched Sirius run to their room. Wincing as he
heard the door click shut, James put down his newspaper and followed
the distressed man.
"Siri?"
When no answer came, James felt tendrils of panic spread their cold
grasp upon him. He tried to open the door but found it to be locked.
"Siri, baby, open the door. Please?"
Nothing.
"Siri, if you don't open the door I'll have to blast it open. I
don't want to, I rather like this door, but I will."
A soft click and the door was unlocked. Sirius stood in front of
him, the now open door forgotten. Tears were gathering in his eyes
and he tried to hide it with his hair.
"Love, what's going on?"
"I…I'm just being stupid, really."
James took Sirius's hand and maneuvered them towards the bed. The
two sat down, James's arms immediately going around Sirius's waist.
Sirius sighed and laid his head on James's shoulder.
"Baby, please tell me what's wrong."
"…I saw Evans today."
"Siri…"
"She said you never loved me. She said the two of you would've
gotten married if I hadn't gotten pregnant with Harry. She…she…"
James placed two fingers underneath Sirius's chin, gently tipping
the beautiful face to look into his eyes.
"Sirius, I love you with all my heart. There is no one who could
ever take me away from you. You are my world. I'd rather die than
be without you. Besides, who is Prongs without Padfoot?"
Sirius let out a choked laugh and buried his face in the crook of
James's neck.
"I love you, James."
"And I love you, Siri. I love you."