XC. Wild
Sirius dropped his spoon. "Excuse me?"
"I'm pregnant."
He sat in silence for a moment. "Is it - mine?" he asked stupidly.
She rolled her eyes. "No, it's James Potter's. Of course it's yours, you idiot."
Sirius blinked. "Is it a boy?"
"It's two cells big, Sirius, it's not even a human yet."
Sirius gasped. "Is it a dog?"
"It's not a dog!" She laughed. "Our baby is not going to be any kind of wild animal."
"Our baby," Sirius breathed. "That's - a lot to handle so early in the morning."
She kissed his cheek. "Start getting used to it."