A/N: Amy's POV, this chapter is dedicated to faithful reader and reviewer, sarahmichellegellarfan1. Enjoy the reactions!

-C

As it turns out, I wasn't sick at all.

Well, that is, if you don't count pregnancy as illness, which apparently the staff at St. Mungo's don't.

Sirius actually ordered me to go to the hospital while he was at an Order meeting, and I was so miserable that I did as he asked. I'd been vomiting for two weeks every morning and when I explained my symptoms to the Welcome Witch she smirked, told me to pick up a pregnancy test patch at the gift shop and have a nice day.

And it was positive.

And it was a girl.

And I was apparently two months pregnant.

Sirius was going to be bringing Lily and James for dinner after their meeting, and I would have to tell him, but he would ask what the Healers said as soon as he got home, knowing him. I'd be forced to tell all three of them at once.

I was sitting on the floor of our bedroom, my hand on my bare stomach, my eyes glued to the pink patch with the big black numeral two on it. Apparently, according to the box, the number was doubled for twins, tripled for triplets, so on. If I'd had twins, it would have said twenty-two. Or two, two. Well.

Sirius and I were pregnant. I tried to think back two months and decide when we might have conceived her.

September first? It was probable but we'd had sex so many times that week that anything was possible.

I lay down on the floor, knowing that in a matter of months I would be too big to do that and have any prayer of getting up again.

It was a strange thought, being pregnant. My mother would probably die of shock when she found out, if I decided to tell her. More likely, Natalie or one of my other sisters would tell her. And she'd still die of shock.

Pregnant, unmarried, living with a man….

All right, so we were engaged and times change. But still. It wasn't the way I'd pictured my life.

There was still a chance, still spells I could do if I didn't want this baby, didn't want a child right away.

But they were dangerous, and the more I thought of the little girl in me, the more I looked at that little pink patch, the less I wanted to entertain the thought of getting rid of her.

Besides, what on earth would I tell Sirius? And what if in doing one of the spells I was unable to have any more children? Sirius would be devastated. I would be too, come to that.

I might end up being a bit fat in my wedding dress, but I was growing attached to the thought of being a mother, to the thought of Sirius as a father, and I knew he would be pleased when he found out. I glanced up at the clock.

He would be finding out soon.

Too soon.

I hadn't started dinner.

I pulled myself off the floor, yanked off the patch, tossed it in the trash, and the box after it. I shivered as the pink faded and the whole patch went black. I ran my finger through my hair and went out to the kitchen, summoning a pot and starting pasta. It was becoming a recurring theme to have pasta after they came back from the Order meetings, and at least they hadn't complained. It was the only thing I had on hand that I could get ready in time.

I set the noodles to take care of themselves and carefully set up some vegetables and waved my wand at the knives to start the chopping.

Cooking was the easy part, really, once I knew what I was going to make. I'd learned a lot of useful charms and the like that did most of the work for me, as long as I was careful with them and oversaw everything. It was actually a neat little challenge, trying to find ways to improve the various spells, to make them a bit more my own, to even invent new ones to serve my own purposes.

I set out the food as soon as it was doing and checked that the wine I'd selected earlier was chilled properly before pouring three glasses of it and setting them out. I poured soda water for myself and pouted at it.

Getting used to not drinking was going to be hard after wine with dinner had become such a habit for us. But I resolved then and there not to let Sirius give up something he loved just because I wasn't allowed to do it.

Plates, silverware, cups for water, all lay out on the table with a flick of my wand. I had just enough time to change and actually comb my hair before they got home.

I slipped out of my sweats, which I had put on in the morning when I was feeling terrible, and I pulled on a pair of dark jeans (while I could still fit into jeans) and fished around my wardrobe for a blouse that was a pleasant shade of green that wouldn't make Sirius think of my vomit that morning. Satisfied with my outfit I stepped into the bathroom to sort out my hair.

It was in bad shape. I hadn't been nutritionally my best with all the sicking up. Still, morning sickness was only temporary and I'd be able to keep food down soon enough. I smiled at my reflection, putting a bit of rouge on my cheeks to keep from looking horribly pale as I'd done for the past few days and then I quickly ran a comb through my hair until it flowed across my shoulders, shining. Not wanting to have it in the way during dinner, I made a split second decision to braid it and had just finished securing the braid when I heard the crack of them Apparating onto the front steps.

I got to the kitchen about the same time they did, and James stretched, sitting down at one of the place settings.

"Smells delicious, Amy," he said, looking tired and motioning for Lily to sit beside him. Sirius was looking up at me with concern, hesitating before sitting down next to where I had just sat.

"Did you go to the hospital?" he asked.

And there it was.

"Why did she need to do that?" Lily asked, nervous.

"Ah, I've been a bit peaky lately," I said, smiling sheepishly. "And yes, I did."

"Peaky?" Sirius said, pausing as he reached for his fork. "Amy, you looked like death this morning."

"Sirius," Lily said, horrified that he'd said it so bluntly, but I just shrugged.

"What did the Healers say, Amy?" James said with remarkable tact.

"I didn't get to see a Healer, actually," I admitted, and then Sirius exploded.

"What?" he cried. "Get your coat; we're taking you back right now."

He was actually getting out of his seat, but I put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"I didn't need to see one," I said with a bit of a laugh. "The Welcome Witch told me what was probably wrong, and she was right. I took a test. I'm pregnant."

He fell back into his seat, eyes wide, an absolutely stunned look on his face.

"Pregnant?" he choked.

"Yes," she said. "Two months, according to the test. And it's a girl."

"Oh, how exciting!" Lily squealed. "A girl! Have you thought of names? Oh, two months? That means you'll start showing in about three months. Are you going to pick a wedding date so that you're not showing, or are you going to wait until you have her?"

"Woah, can we back up just a second to the part where Amy's pregnant?" James said, a bewildered expression on his face. "How did that happen?"

I snorted.

"Well, James," I said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "when two people love each other very much…"

"I know that bit," he said blushing. "I mean, didn't you use protection or something?"

"Ah, I think I know when it happened," Sirius said, blanching slightly. "When we had sex after I proposed. I was so caught up I forgot to do the contraceptive charm like I usually do and…. Whoops."

"Does it really matter?" Lily snorted. "They're having the baby anyway."

"Wow," Sirius said, running his fingers through his hair. "We're going to be parents. I'm going to be a father." He was grinning, hand shaking. Then, suddenly, his face filled with fear. "How long does this being sick thing last?"

"I should be nearly done with it, I think," I said, shrugging. "I've not spent all day researching pregnancy, you know."

"No, that's how we're spending all of tomorrow," Lily said, absolutely no hint of a joke in her voice.

"Can we eat now?" James asked. They laughed and began to dig into the food.

"So, when should we tell the others?" I asked, stretching out after dinner as Sirius cleared the table and began to do the dishes while the other three lounged, watching. "I mean, Marlene and Remus and Peter."

"Whenever you'd like, love," Sirius said. "Technically, you're the one who's carrying another human in you. This is pretty much going to all be however you want."

I raised an eyebrow. That was very…magnanimous of him.

Or perhaps it was because he'd been reading those books James had gotten on how to be a married man and not end up sleeping on the couch.

I decided to test it.

"So if I said I wanted to get married in a month so I'm not showing?" I said, raising both eyebrows as he stiffened.

"Might bit fun to do," he said slowly, "but I suppose we could manage that. Everyone would pitch a hand."

Lily smirked. She knew what I was doing.

"And if I said I've already started cravings?" I said. "I'm thinking pickled radishes."

He shivered. The very smell of pickled radishes made Sirius ill. They absolutely repulsed him.

"Well…"

"In fact," I said, "I need you to keep us well stocked."

Sirius looked at her with a horribly pained expression and said, "Whatever you say, love. I'll pick some up as soon as we're done with our guests."

Lily burst out laughing and he glanced at her, confused.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Sirius, she's not craving yet," she said. "And if she does, but some strange twist of fate, crave pickled radishes I'll keep a supply at ours and she can have it when she visits. I promise not to let you do that to yourself."

His face relaxed when he realized he had been tested, and ran his fingers through his hair sheepishly.

"Right," he said. "So apparently I'm not just supposed to let you do whatever you want while pregnant?"

"You are when I'm being hormonal," I said very seriously. "But otherwise, you can appeal to me reasonably like any other condition I might be in. I don't want you to sacrifice your happiness for the sake of me growing our child in me. It's your child too, you know."

He grinned stupidly.

"I know," he said, crossing and touching his hand to my stomach. "Our daughter. Lily's right, we need to start thinking about names."

"How about we think about the wedding stuff first?" I laughed. "Pick a date, then a name, and none of it until after our guests are gone!"

"Right, right, sorry," Sirius said with a bark of laughter. "Everything's happening all at once and I'm losing track of myself."

Lily and James didn't stay long, anyway. They were starting to get amorous with each other once the reality of my being pregnant finally set in with James. Perhaps we wouldn't be the only parents-to-be, although the shock and horror on James's face when he first heard I was pregnant suggested that it wouldn't be right away, anyway.

"Now," Sirius sighed, flopping down on the bed beside me once he finished cleaning up the kitchen. "What are we going to do about the wedding?"

It was strange that we hadn't really talked about it yet, even though we'd been engaged for two months. Part of it was all the focus on Lily and James's wedding. My brain was so in bridesmaid mode that I hadn't really begun to think about what I wanted for my own wedding.

"Well, if anything this whole mess with Lily has taught me a thing or two about wedding planning," I teased. He laughed, rolling over and peeling off my shirt, kissing my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair. "For one thing, what sort of a budget are we thinking for this? I'm sure my mother would be happy to contribute, but you spent so much on the ring…."

"Don't worry about it," he said. "As long as your cravings aren't for caviar, we should have enough to do whatever you want if we pick the right date. If I have to ask your mother and Mrs. Potter to help…." He shrugged. "It's worth it."

I hadn't thought of Mrs. Potter contributing, especially considering the fact that she was literally paying for all of Lily and James's wedding, but she did look at Sirius as a second son, and I knew he wouldn't ask her if he didn't think it was necessary somehow.

"Right, well," I sighed. "Obviously Lily will be my Maid of Honor, since I'm not talking with Sarah. I mean, if she gets married first it will be Matron of Honor, but it'll be Lily, and your Best Man is James."

"Naturally," he said, not even looking up at me as he kissed my belly.

"And then I'll have Marlene and you'll have Remus and…." I frowned. "Oh, what about Peter? Should I have another bridesmaid?"

"What?" he asked, looking up. "Oh, yeah, Pete. Sure, why not Natalie? You two get along, and I think she'd do a good job."

It was a good point. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of it. I'd have to write her, but I nodded, smiling once more. Sarah spurning Remus had made so many things so difficult that had once seemed so simple.

"Do we want a flower girl?" I asked. "Lily's not going to have one, but… your cousin's daughter's about that age, right?"

Sirius frowned slightly, considering, before he nodded.

"Yeah, Dora will do it, as long as you don't make her wear anything pink. She's going through a phase."

I laughed.

"No ring bearer, I suppose."

"No, we don't have anyone for that," he sighed, returning to kissing my stomach.

"And then there's who we invite," I sighed, stretching. "My family, of course. Mrs. Potter, naturally. Lily's family, Marlene's family, Remus's parents, Peter's mother…. Andromeda and Ted. Anyone in the Order you want to invite?"

He tilted his head to the side, pressing it against my stomach.

"Dumbledore," he said thoughtfully. "Caradoc Dearborn. You'd like him. Erm…. Dorcas Meadowes. And the Prewett twins. Dunno, how many people is that, all told?"

I did a quick mental count.

"Twenty-seven, not counting the wedding party," I said. "Oh, wait, no, twenty-six. I was counting Natalie with my family. With the wedding party, not counting us, that's another seven, so…thirty-three? Is that right?"

Sirius sighed.

"I wish you wouldn't make me do maths after wine," he groaned. "Yeah, that sounds right."

"Okay," I said thoughtfully. "We could do all that? That's not too many people?"

"Dunno why it would be," Sirius said with a shrug. "We can do it at Potter Manor. Plenty of space. Unless you want to do it at your place?"

"No, Potter Manor would be perfect if Mrs. Potter is all right with that," I said quickly. "I'll start making invitations as soon as we've got details worked out, but I'll keep a list. I'm thinking we do white invitations with raised print in Gryffindor scarlet, how does that sound?"

Sirius snorted.

"It sounds like something I could care less about, darling. Whatever you want is perfect."

This time, I knew he meant it, not that he was reciting from some stupid book.

I ran over the list of the wedding party once more in my head, realized I hadn't thought of ushers, and then decided that there was absolutely no need for them if we only had thirty-three people, many of whom were coming grouped in large families.

"And I honestly wouldn't expect Remus's parents or Peter's mum to come," Sirius said thoughtfully after a moment. "They never go to anything. I think Peter's mum's a bit ill, and Remus doesn't want his family and friends to get attached to each other."

This seemed silly to me, but Remus's family was Remus's business, so I said nothing, paring down my expectations accordingly to thirty. So Potter Manor, because there was literally no way Mrs. Potter would deny that request, and that meant that we didn't have to think of the date right away except…except for invitations.

"How does a May wedding sound?" I asked.

Sirius looked up thoughtfully, then shrugged.

"When's your due date?"

Obviously I hadn't seen a Healer yet, but I could do maths, and I didn't even have wine as an excuse not to.

"June?" I said. "I mean, it will be cutting it close, but if we do early May it should be fine. If the baby decides it wants to come for the wedding, well, we can put off the wedding until I'm better. It's not like anyone's traveling very far, and we can always put a note on the invitations. That'll be a way to break the news."

He chuckled and nodded.

"Do you think Professor Dumbledore will officiate?" I said slowly.

"I'm sure he'd be honored," Sirius said. "Pick a day, and I'll ask."

"First Sunday in May," I moaned, "Whatever day that is. I'll start a to-do list in the morning. For now, let's just sleep."

"Yes, love," he said with a chuckle, reaching to put out the lights and kissing my stomach once more before cuddling using my belly as a pillow, hugging my torso tightly.