Hey readers! So, whenever I realized I wouldn't be able to update for a while, I decided to try finish this story as quickly as possible before the move because I knew that if I didn't finish it now it would probably be at least a month before I was able to get to another chapter. Surprisingly, I've made some really good progress, and it looks like the updates won't be so scarce after all. I hope you're excited because I know I am. What's going on with Priscilla? Well, let's find out! Enjoy!

Chapter 15: Sirius's Loss

As soon as Barry pulled away, Sirius opened the divider between them.

"Where to now, boss?" Barry asked him.

Sirius let a small, sad laugh. "I'm hardly your boss, Barry," he said. Then, "I'm just heading home now. It's been a long night."

"Trouble with the missus?" Barry asked conversationally.

"You can say that," Sirius said quietly, looking out his window. Speak of the devil, Sirius thought when he felt his phone vibrate a moment later.

I'm at Lenox Hill.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, confused. She wanted him to come home so badly but she wasn't even there. What was this about? Sirius sent her an agitated response.

Okay. I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to come home.

Less than a minute later, Priscilla sent him a one word response.

Hospital.

Sirius's face fell as his eyes widened and he sat up quickly with shock. "Barry…" he said slowly. Barry glanced at him through his rearview mirror with raised eyebrows. Sirius's mind wasn't functioning correctly. No, things with Priscilla hadn't been great lately, but she was still his wife, and he didn't want to see any harm come to her. He stared at the single word text message for several seconds. What had happened? Why was she at the hospital? Okay, obviously it couldn't be anything too severe if she was able to send him messages. But obviously it wasn't something silly or she wouldn't get out of bed at three in the morning to go to the hospital. "Barry," he repeated quickly, his mind finally kicking into gear. "We've got to go to Lenox Hill Hospital."

"Are you okay, Mr. Black?" Barry looked concerned.

"I'm fine," Sirius said. "And don't call me 'Mr. Black.' I've told you a million times," Sirius added quickly. Barry smiled. "My wife just told me that she's at the hospital, and I need to meet her there." Barry nodded in understanding and headed toward the hospital that Priscilla was occupying. Sirius had to hand it to Barry. He certainly wasn't one for asking many questions. Through his panic, Sirius briefly wondered how many Black family secrets Barry had intimate knowledge of.

It wasn't long before Sirius arrived at the hospital, and he was certainly frantic when he arrived. Because it was so late, the hospital was not very busy, and Sirius only had to push through a few people before he got where he needed to be. He figured that at such a late hour, the emergency room would be his best bet to find his wife. When he found a nurse, he spoke in a rush.

"I'm looking for my wife," he said breathlessly. He had been running since he stepped foot out of his car, barely shouting a farewell to Barry.

"Okay, sir, step over here for a moment and we can figure out where she is," the short, brunette nurse said.

Sirius took a few steps over to where she had moved to behind the counter and continued to speak hurriedly. "I don't know why she's here. She just sent me a text saying she was at the hospital. I don't understand. She never even goes to the doctor. She hates doctors—no offense… I just know it has to be something awful if she's here. I just, I don't—"

"Sir, relax," the nurse said calmly. "Your wife is in good hands. Her name?"

"Priscilla Black," he said quickly. The nurse typed the name into her computer.

"Okay, your wife is here, and she's fine," the nurse said. Sirius let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. She's okay. He relaxed just a bit as the nurse continued to talk. "She was just moved to a private room in our maternity unit. If you wait just one second, I can take you up to her. We typically—"

"Maternity unit?" Sirius interrupted. He was extremely confused. "I don't understand. My wife's not pregnant." He certainly would have known if she had been pregnant for nine months.

The nurse just smiled. "Sir, I'll take you up to her, and the two of you can get all of this sorted out."

Sorted out? Sirius thought as he began to follow the nurse. What does she mean "sorted out?" Priscilla was not pregnant. There was no way. Panic began to course through Sirius. "It's like that show…" he muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry?" the nurse said. Sirius just shook his head. His wife had been pregnant and neither of them had known, and now here they were. New parents. What was he going to do? He wasn't ready to have a child. They had plenty of money, sure. But where would the baby sleep? All of the rooms in their house were currently occupied in some way. They didn't even have any clothes for his new son… or daughter… Jesus, they didn't even have a crib. Sirius barely had time for his life as it was—Priscilla, work, and…

Remus.

What would happen with Remus now that Sirius was going to have so much time occupied with a new baby? Leaving Priscilla alone was one thing, but he certainly wasn't going to abandon his kid. He had a kid. He was a father. This thought hit Sirius, and suddenly he felt giddy. He wanted to scream. I'M A FATHER! Sure, he'd been dodging Priscilla over the issue for months, but now that it was here, he couldn't help but feel insanely excited. He would teach the kid how to ride a bike and play basketball. He would bring him or her to his office and let her see her father work. Suddenly, Sirius felt a renewed skip in his step. This was just what he and Pris needed.

But what about Remus? Beautiful, sexy, funny, naughty Remus, who made him feel more alive than he had felt in months. Years, even. Remus who listened to him, wanted him… loved him?

Sirius shook his head back and forth quickly and focused on following the nurse who was leading him to his new life. This was a big moment for him.

When Sirius arrived at Priscilla's room, he took a deep breath as the nurse spoke. "She's weak," the nurse said. "But I think she's awake." The nurse moved her hand to the door knob, but paused before opening it. "She's going to need some time, so just be patient." Sirius nodded, understanding that new mothers—especially unprepared new mothers—did need some patience.

As Sirius walked in, he saw Priscilla staring out her window blankly. The New York City lights were bright as usual, and Sirius glanced out the window quickly before walking over to Priscilla.

"Hey, Pris," he said with a soft smile, taking one of her hands in his. "How are you feeling? I'm sorry I couldn't be here with you. I didn't know… Or you know I would have been here with you."

"You've been drinking," Priscilla said. Her voice was hoarse. "I can smell it." Sirius tried to contain his anger. They had a new child in their lives and all she could bring herself to do was pick a fight. Yes, he should have been here, but how could he have known? He kept his anger in check when he spoke, remembering what the nurse said.

"Yeah, I went to get drinks with some coworkers. It's been a long week," he said. Priscilla scoffed. Sirius felt his anger bubbling in his gut. He clenched his teeth and took a deep breath before speaking again. "I said I was sorry Priscilla. There's nothing else I can say. I'm here now." She continued to look out the window. "Priscilla," he said gently. "Honey, look at me." Several seconds passed before Priscilla finally turned her head to face him. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and when she looked at him, she released a choked sob.

"Oh, Sirius!" She threw her arms around him and began to sob violently. Slightly stunned, Sirius sat on the edge of Priscilla's bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Shhh," he said, running a hand through her hair. He whispered a few more words of comfort before, "It's okay, Pris… We should be happy! Not crying and angry," he said with a laugh in his throat. Things would be better now. He could feel it.

What Priscilla did next shocked Sirius beyond belief.

Suddenly, she threw him off of her and he nearly fell off the bed. She began sobbing even harder and pounding her fists into his chest. He was able to grab her wrists and stop the blows, but she was crying harder than ever.

"How—how c-can you s-say that!" She choked out.

"What—"

Priscilla struggled and tried to get out of his grip.

"S… Stop… Priscilla, stop!" He gave her a hard shake and she stopped. She dropped her head and sobbed quietly while he still held her wrists. "Priscilla… I know…" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I know this is a shock, and that we weren't expecting it, but maybe this was just what we needed to get back on track. I think it's a blessing in disguise!" Priscilla's head shot up and she stared at him with the same wide, disbelieving, angry eyes that she had just moments earlier. "I mean, Priscilla, it's a baby! You've been asking me for months, and yeah it didn't come when we expected it, but fuck it, you know?"

The anger melted away from Priscilla's face, but the disbelief only increased. "Sirius, what are you talking about?"

"What do you mean?"

"You think…" Priscilla shook her head and closed her eyes. "I didn't have a baby, Sirius," Priscilla said slowly. "I had a miscarriage."

Sirius felt his heart slow down. Each thump banged against his chest like a hammer. What was she talking about? If she didn't have a baby then why was she in the maternity unit? Priscilla opened her eyes and looked at him. Her always sharp, hooded, piercingly green eyes were now softer than he had ever seen them. There was a look there that Sirius could barely recognize. It was pity. She felt sorry for him for being so naïve. Sirius felt tears well up in his own eyes as he stared at his wife. He lowered her wrists but still held onto them as she spoke.

"I came to the hospital tonight because I was bleeding really badly. I… I thought it was my period, but then I realized that it was way too much blood to be just a regular period. I had been having awful cramps all day—the worst I've ever had. I was upset because I… I thought it was just a bad cycle, but when the blood started, I knew it had to be more. So, I took a cab here," Priscilla blinked and her eyes stayed closed for just a few seconds before she opened them again. "The cramps were… they were unbearable at this point, and I was so s-scared." Her voice broke. "I thought I was d-dying." She stopped and took a deep breath. Then, she continued. "When I got here the doctors told me I was miscarrying. After they worked on me, they sent me up here, and that's when I called you. I'm up here because they want to keep me here overnight and run a few more tests in the morning. For now, they want me to rest."

Through all of this, Sirius had no reactions. He just stared at his wife. He hadn't heard much of what she had said after "miscarriage," but he had picked up what he needed to know. It was amazing, the change in mood. Not ten minutes earlier, Sirius had been eagerly thinking in his head about what he would do when he finally got to see his child, and now the misery was overwhelming. A moment later, he realized that Priscilla was no longer talking. Without thinking twice about it, Sirius put a hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. It felt so strange. He realized that he hadn't kissed her in a long time. And after Remus's lips, hers felt incredibly foreign, and yet oddly familiar. It was like seeing a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. There was that initial awkwardness, but after just a short time, you were chatting about things as if you'd spent no time apart at all.

His mouth did not open against hers, and the kiss ended fairly quickly, but when he pulled away, he looked at her closely. "I'm so sorry," he said gently. "I'm sorry about the miscarriage, and I'm sorry I wasn't here, and I'm… I'm just sorry." She smiled weakly. "This must have been so horrible for you, and to go through it alone… I know you've been wanting a baby for a long time, and then you come in here thinking you've just got a bad period, and you find out that not only were you pregnant, but that you just had a miscarriage. God… I'm so sorry." He brushed a hand down her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

"I knew I was pregnant."

The moment she said it, Sirius could tell she wished she hadn't. Sirius's eyes widened in shock and he stood up from the bed.

"What?" His voice was deep, hoarse, and filled with anger.

"I—I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I—"

"You knew?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Just…" she held up her hands as if to tell him to calm down. "I found out the day before I went to my sisters. I was late, and I decided to take a test. It was positive." She paused, but when Sirius looked like he wanted to interrupt, she continued hurriedly. "We had been fighting, and I thought I would just wait a little while to tell you so that I could use it—Well, I don't mean to say—"

"You wanted to use my child as leverage?" Sirius's voice was raising.

"No! Sirius, no—keep your voice down," Priscilla said quickly. She looked slightly panicked, and when she spoke again, she looked like she was choosing her words carefully so as not to have any more slip ups. "No, I just thought that it would make things better between us, but I didn't want—"

"So you wanted to make me sweat for a little while until we smoothed things over? You were just going to bide your time until it was convenient for you to tell me." Sirius said. He shook his head "Oh, I can see it now—we get into an argument and suddenly you declare that you're pregnant so that every point I had made up until then would be null and void. My god, Priscilla. You really are something else. This… Of all the things you've done this has got to be the worst. You've been back from your sisters for four days. FOUR DAYS, PRISCILLA." He held up four fingers. "And you've been giving me the silent treatment for those four days—not bothering to tell me that you're pregnant with my child and that you had known for over a week!"

"Sirius—"

"NO!" he roared. Noticing a few people outside Priscilla's room look up, Sirius quieted. He threw up his hands as he backed toward the door. "I'm done."

"Sirius, please—"

But before she could say another word, he was gone.

Remus laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling above him. It had been hours since he had left Sirius, but he was no closer to sleep. His mind was racing—how could he sleep? The way Sirius made him feel was indescribable. When he was with Sirius, no one else in the world mattered. It was just the two of them. Sirius was unlike anyone Remus had ever known, not to mention their sexual chemistry. When Sirius's mouth was on his neck, on his chest… around his cock… he felt invincible. It was as if he was being given the power of a thousand gods and all of that power came from Sirius's mouth. Remus shivered.

But he was married. He had a wife—a fairly new wife at that. They were just beginning their lives together, and soon, Remus would become nothing but an extra inconvenience in Sirius's life. Remus was nothing more than a fling to Sirius—at least that was the case in Remus's mind. Sirius didn't mean to make things intense and serious. He just wanted a light thing on the side to distract him from the needs of the married life. Remus was a passing fancy, and he imagined that there would be many more where Remus came from. Sirius would stay married to Priscilla but would make sure that he got his sexual fill from some faceless man. The thought made Remus sick.

He was the fool. Remus was the fool for thinking that it could be something more. He was the fool who constantly fell for unattainable men. In a few months, Remus would still be mourning the death of his relationship with Sirius, while Sirius would probably already be moved on to his next boy toy.

Remus angrily shifted in his bed with a low growl.

Then, he heard a pounding on his door. His heart jumped in fright, as he had not been expecting anyone. He looked at the clock next to his bed. 4:42. What the hell? The pounding did not cease, and Remus felt anger and nervousness jolt through him. It has to be Severus, he thought. He had probably gone through some kind of relapse, and had decided to turn to the one person he knew wouldn't turn him away. Yeah, well, he's got another thing coming, Remus thought as he threw his blankets off of him angrily. The pounding continued, until Remus got to his door. When he finally opened it, his heart leapt madly.

"Sirius," was all he could manage to get out.

"Can I come in?"

Remus could barely breathe, so he only nodded.

As soon as Remus closed the door, Sirius was on him. Sirius pressed Remus between himself and the door and put his hands on the back of Remus's neck as he pulled Remus into a forceful kiss. Remus put his hands on Sirius's ass and responded eagerly. It felt so good, and Remus could barely think straight. All thought of Priscilla and his uncertain future with Sirius went flying from his head as Sirius's tongue ran the length of his own. When Sirius thrust himself against Remus, causing Remus to feel Sirius's hardening length through his pants, Remus whimpered and felt himself begin to harden in response. Sirius delighted in Remus's reactions and praised the heavens that Remus was already wearing only his boxer-briefs and v-neck t-shirt.

Sirius pulled his mouth away from Remus's and moved it to his neck. Remus bit his bottom lip and felt a jolt of electricity run from head to toe.

"Sirius," he hissed. Sirius growled and began to make circular movement with his hips against Remus's. Remus couldn't focus. Sirius was still looking incredibly sexy in the clothes he had been wearing from their evening together, and the way his mouth moved was so needy and filled with desire that Remus could scarcely think of anything else.

Sirius's hands moved down and found the hem of Remus's shirt. His mouth only parted from Remus's skin for a split second so that he could remove Remus's shirt. He looked Remus up and down with eyes filled with desire before he growled again and went back to Remus's neck. When Sirius's tongue traced the shell of Remus's ear, Remus moaned.

"I meant what I said earlier," Sirius whispered. "I want you inside me." Sirius's hands moved to the waistband of Remus's underwear, but Remus put his hands around Sirius's wrists to stop him.

"Wait, Sirius wait…" Remus was very much out of breath. He did not know how long he would be able to hold back from Sirius when Sirius's now completely hard cock was pressed against his own. "What about earlier? What about Priscilla?"

Sirius shook his head. "Just fuck me," he whispered. "It's just me and you." Remus's heart started racing even faster as Sirius took Remus's hands and began to walk backwards, pulling Remus along with him. He then dropped Remus's hands as he continued to walk backwards slowly. Remus followed him, and watched him as Sirius began to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes off Remus.

When they made it to Remus's bed, Sirius stopped, and Remus approached him. There was less than a foot between them, and Remus reached up and ran his hands along Sirius's bare chest. It was so firm and sculpted and he reveled in the feeling of it. When his fingertips brushed over Sirius's nipples, Sirius visibly shuddered and closed his eyes.

Remus then began to rub his hands all along Sirius's body—along his chest, down his arms, around his neck, down his ass, and his hands eventually made it to the front of Sirius's slacks, where he began to massage Sirius through the fabric. Sirius hissed and moaned until Remus stopped.

"Take those off," he ordered Sirius, gesturing towards his pants. Sirius complied, watching Remus as he did so, the same way he had when he had removed his shirt. When Sirius was completely nude, Remus marveled as his cock. It was large and erect, and Remus could remember the way it tasted. He groaned.

"Like what you see?" Sirius asked him. There wasn't a hint of a smile on his face. Instead, his face was shrouded in lust and desire. There was a hunger there, and Remus knew that if he didn't act quickly, Sirius would pounce. Remus nodded.

Then, Remus dropped to his knees. He looked up at Sirius briefly before looking back at Sirius's cock. He stuck his tongue out, leaned forward slightly, and ran his tongue along Sirius's length. When Remus's mouth made it to Sirius's tip and he swirled his tongue around it, Sirius hissed. "Fuck." Remus then put his mouth just around the tip of Sirius's cock and sucked gently. Sirius shuddered and moaned. It took all of his power not to grab the back of Remus's head and force him to take his cock all the way in his mouth.

Slowly, Remus took Sirius in. Sirius placed his hands gently in Remus's hair and began to push his cock in and out of Remus's mouth slowly. Sirius whimpered and began to speed up his motions, wanting and needing more. Remus put his hands on Sirius's hips to stop his movements. He wanted this to last and he could tell that Sirius was already dangerously close. Sirius started to push Remus's head back and forth with a bit more force and when he felt his cock hit the back of Remus's throat, Sirius bucked and nearly came. Remus then knew it was time to change things up.

With a disappointed groan from Sirius, Remus removed his mouth from Sirius's cock, stood up and walked away a bit. He opened the door to his closet all the way, revealing a full length mirror.

"Come here," he said to Sirius huskily. When Sirius walked over to him, Remus turned Sirius around and planted his hands on either side of the door so that his arms were straight and Sirius was looking at his naked form in the mirror. After he had positioned Sirius, he walked over to his end table and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. He twisted off the top of the squeezable tube and tossed the top onto his bed. He then walked up behind Sirius, pressed his body against his lover's, and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I want you to watch while I fuck you."

Sirius moaned, and Remus looked down briefly so that he could pull his underwear down and lubricate. He then kicked Sirius's legs apart a bit more, and placed himself at Sirius's entrance after tossing the bottle of lube onto the bed where it joined its cap. He looked back up at Sirius in the mirror. Sirius clutched the sides of the closet door hard when he felt Remus begin to ease his way in. He started with a finger—pumping in and out of Sirius slowly. Sirius's mouth dropped in pleasure as he felt Remus slip another finger inside. It was not the first time that Sirius had been penetrated—he and Andrew had switched positions fairly often—but it had been quite some time. After Remus had been pumping three fingers in and out of Sirius for a short while, he removed the fingers, and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He knew that if Sirius had ever had another man inside him, it had been a long time, and Remus was wary and cautious. But as he slid in further and felt Sirius tremble in his arms, it took a great deal of willpower not to thrust deep and hard. It was agonizingly tight, and it felt insanely good.

Sirius was clutching the sides of the door so hard that his knuckles were white, but he never looked away from Remus. Remus reached up and rubbed his hands down Sirius's arms, then down his stomach until one hand wrapped around Sirius's cock, and the other traveled back up so that Remus could massage one of Sirius's nipples between his fingers.

"Feels so good," Remus murmured in Sirius's ear as he began to move slowly inside Sirius. Sirius could feel Remus trembling as well, and he could feel that Remus's chest was slick with sweat, as was his own. He needed this. They both did.

After a few more slow pumps, Sirius moaned, "Faster, baby," and Remus willingly complied. He watched Sirius through the mirror as he began to speed up his thrusts. Deeper and deeper Remus penetrated until one particular hard, fast thrust caused Sirius to cry out. Remus had found his prostate.

"Right there," Sirius moaned, looking at Remus. "Right there, baby… Harder… Yes…" Remus began to thrust into Sirius, gaining more strength and momentum each time. He wanted to close his eyes in ecstasy, but he was determined to watch Sirius until completion. He wanted to see Sirius come undone. He wanted to see what he was able to do to him.

Remus could feel himself getting closer, and he could tell that Sirius was too, so he began pounding into Sirius harder and harder while he stroked his hand along Sirius's length. Sirius still held on to the closet door, and it would slam into the wall with every thrust that Remus made. In and out, Remus moved, and while Sirius could feel his knees becoming weak, he never took his eyes away from Remus. This was easily the most erotic experience of his life.

"Remus," Sirius moaned. "Remus, I'm going to c-come." Remus grunted in response and leaned down to bite one of Sirius's shoulders. Sirius shivered. "Come with me, R-Remus," Sirius managed to get out as Remus ran his tongue along Sirius's neck. Remus then put one of his hands on Sirius's hips while the other pumped his cock quickly and mercilessly, and he leaned closer to Sirius as he pounded into him harder than ever, hitting Sirius's prostate with every thrust, and causing Sirius to cry out in pure pleasure each time. Then, with one final thrust, both men were crying out as Remus came inside Sirius and Sirius released himself onto the mirror in front of him.

Completely spent, both men moved quickly and collapsed onto Remus's bed. It only took a few seconds before they were curled up around each other with the blankets pulled over both of them. Remus lay behind Sirius, and he wrapped his arm around Sirius's waist to pull him close. Both men were naked and could not get enough of the closeness between them. Sirius put one arm on top of Remus's to pull it tighter around him. Remus smiled and brought his other arm up above his head and positioned it so that he could stroke Sirius's hair.

"Sirius?" he whispered gently.

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you came over."

"Me too," Sirius said, pulling Remus's arm tighter around him again. Remus nuzzled his face into Sirius neck and continued to stroke his hair as Sirius drifted off to sleep. He didn't know what had happened in the time that he had been apart from Sirius, but he couldn't say he wanted to know. Whatever it was, he was just happy that Sirius had come back to him. As he buried his face deeper into Sirius's neck and inhaled his scent, he started to realize just how much he needed this man. Sirius being asleep was the only thing that gave Remus the courage as he opened his mouth. "I love you," he whispered. After he said the words, he closed his eyes and let a peaceful sleep overtake him.

Little did Remus know, Sirius had not quite drifted into sleep yet, and he had heard Remus's confession.

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