A/N: Sirius's POV, this chapter is dedicated to my guest reviewer who said that they've really enjoyed the Vanessa chapters. Sorry, this isn't a Vanessa chapter, but I hope you enjoy it just the same! NOBODY DIES! :D I have to say, this story has had a lot of weddings. If you haven't noticed, I HATE WRITING WEDDINGS, but I think I've done a pretty decent job bringing all the nuptial bliss to you guys.

-C

The last-minute wedding arrangements were a headache.

Thankfully, there was nothing wrong with the dress when Amy and Lily picked it up and refitted it for her admittedly massive belly. We'd sat down and had a chat with the photographer Lily had introduced us to. We'd finalized our depressingly shrinking guest list and gave it to Mrs. Potter, who was basically running all of the technical day-of aspects.

"What are you doing?" I asked her about a week before the wedding, watching her pace uncomfortably in the low-heels Lily had brought her that morning.

"Breaking in my shoes," she sighed. "For the wedding."

"Should have gotten flats," I muttered, watching her glare at me. Maybe it wasn't helpful, but it was the truth.

"I've been going over welcome-basket ideas with Mrs. Potter," she said.

"What's that?"

She sighed.

"It's the thing they put in the room of all the guests staying overnight to thank them for coming. Like Natalie, for example, or Remus."

"Right," I said, admittedly not caring much about the welcome basket business. "What have you come up with, then?"

Apparently, they'd thought of everything under the sun. Tea tins, books of poems, crossword puzzles, chocolates, and wine.

"Your sister can't drink."

"We can give her butterbeer instead."

"Great, all sounds fine to me."

She rolled her eyes at me, but I honestly didn't care.

I did, however, care about the conversation she brought up two mornings before the wedding.

"We need to make sure we're packed for the honeymoon," she said over her tea. "And we need to make sure we bring those trunks with us to Potter Manor."

My ears perked up at "honeymoon" and she had my complete, undivided attention.

"Yes, dear?" I said, already picturing exactly how I was going to undress her when we were on the honeymoon.

"You've got our train tickets?"

"They're in the drawer in my study."

She came back a moment later with the tickets and the Muggle money she'd ordered me to get, just in case, and she tucked them into her purse.

"Hotel reservations?"

"I already put them in your purse, dear," I said proudly, knowing that I'd finally anticipated something in this complicated world of wedding planning. Sure, it was a small victory, but it was a victory nonetheless.

"Well, we obviously don't have to worry about contraception," she teased, patting her stomach. I laughed. She turned back to her list. "Do you have potions from Lily?"

"Already in my trunk."

"Toothbrushes, toothpaste," she rattled off. "Makeup – No, don't argue, Sirius – comb, camera?"

"Erm, do we even have a camera?" I said, looking around the kitchen and wondering.

"I've got one," she said. "I suppose I'll have to dig it out and pack it. Might have to make sure it works first. Book…"

"You won't need a book," I said, grinning, moving toward her and kissing the back of her neck. She tutted, annoyed.

"For the train."

"Not even for the train," I said. "You can bring one if you want, but I assure you, it's pointless."

She rolled her eyes.

"Sweater," she muttered. "Have you got a light jacket of some kind?"

"Somewhere?" I said with a laugh. "I don't know, love. You'll have to tell me."

"Sandals," she muttered, going over the list. "Most of this I've already put in the trunks, but…. Socks, shorts, jeans, I've packed a dress, shirts…. Do you want to pick out lingerie for me to bring, or do you care?"

At this I jumped into action, quickly running off to pick out some of her lingerie for the trip.

While I was deciding between black and blue, she was tossing things into the trunk. Shampoo, soap, deodorant, lotion, floss.

"Tweezers?" I asked, picking them up and playing with them. "What for?"

"Don't ask," she told me firmly. "Just be grateful for them."

"Yes, dear," I said, although I was a bit curious. It was the puppy in me. The puppy in me got even more excited when she tossed some vanilla massage oil in.

This was easily going to be the best part about the whole wedding.

"Sure this is enough?" I asked, picking up the bottle and looking it over. "Looks a bit small."

"We're only going to be gone for two days," she said, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Two days is a long time, love," I replied, putting it back in the trunk. "Now, if you don't start getting ready now, we're going to be late for the rehearsal dinner."

She gave a squeak of horror and rushed as quickly as she could at her size to ready herself for the rehearsal dinner.

I wished the baby would come soon. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with a very-pregnant Amy. In fact, I found her rather attractive and amusing that way. But I wanted to hold my daughter, and I knew that Amy was getting very aggravated with how uncomfortable and limiting pregnancy was for her.

We took our things with us to Potter Manor, because the stag night and hen do were right after the rehearsal dinner. Mrs. Potter set us up in our usual rooms, and she and Amy put together the baskets quickly before the guests arrived for the dinner.

I was grateful that it was a fairly casual affair. I greeted her parents briefly, was eagerly greeted by her sister, and we all settled in for dinner.

Her parents weren't happy about her living with me, or my getting her pregnant, or her marrying me – although I had a feeling that last bit was more because she was marrying me while gigantically pregnant instead of waiting until she'd delivered like a "respectable person" – and they kept glaring at me all through dinner, but I said nothing. I knew that once they got it out of their systems they would be respectably polite at the actual wedding, and that mattered more to me than how they actually felt about me.

Remus, James, and I went upstairs to prepare for the stag night and I gave Amy one last kiss and said, "See you in the morning, love. No cold feet, now."

She snorted.

"Sirius, I'm practically bursting pregnant with your child," she said. "If I'm going to get cold feet it'll be because our daughter has found a way to make them go numb in my sleep."

I laughed and allowed James to drag me away from her, off to where the alcohol was.

We had agreed, to James's reluctance, not to go out for this stag night. Sure, we had responsible party to keep an eye on us and make certain that we didn't do anything too stupid, but I didn't want to be too far from Amy for any reason. She was getting very close to her due date, and as she'd told me, a lot of first-time mothers delivered early. If she were to go into labor during the stag night, I wanted to be on hand for her. I was not missing the birth of my child for anything.

"All right," Remus said, stretching. "I brought firewhiskey. Let's get started, shall we?"

"Right," I said, pouring our first glasses. "To the most exquisite ball and chain in the world!"

Remus scowled, but he took a drink anyway.

"To the crankiest pregnant woman I've ever met," James said.

"That was one time, Prongs," I laughed. "And it was misfiring magic. She wasn't trying to scar your pretty face."

"Well, she damn well did a fantastic try," James grumbled, but we took a drink.

"To my very best friends and their child and happiness," Remus said softly, and James and I nodded, taking our third drink with him. I put down the glass and looked at the door.

A few drinks in I was still looking at the door and Remus said, "She's fine, Padfoot. She's not going into labor. She's going to have wholesome fun with Lily and Natalie, paint her nails, and think about you and how much she loves you. Stop worrying."

Easy for him to say. I'd been worrying since the day she'd told me she was pregnant, and I wasn't likely to stop even after the baby was born. It would just be transferred.

"Have you picked out a name yet?" James asked, pouring more drinks.

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "Amy did."

"What did you come up with?" Remus asked.

"Aludra Lyra," I sighed, lying back on the carpet. "Pretty, isn't it?"

"It's better than Amy's name," James said conversationally, and before I had a chance to even process my reaction, I sat up, furious, gripping his feet tightly. "Bloody hell, Padfoot, she didn't pick it herself!"

"I love Amy's name," I snarled. "There will be no dissing Amy's name. Are we clear?"

"Yup."

"Good."

"Can you let go of my feet now?"

I did so, lying back down again as Remus poured more drinks.

"Should we do Exploding Snap, then?"

"If I show up to my own wedding without eyebrows, forget about Amy, your wife would kill me, Prongs."

"Hmm," James agreed. "Well, there's a possibility you won't burn your eyebrows off."

"I'm officially vetoing all current and future pleas for Exploding Snap tonight," Remus said. "What about chess?"

"That's a two-person game, Moony," I snorted.

I was sober enough to know that.

"I meant more the two of you take on me, but maybe that's not fair to you two, even drunk."

He was smirking, smirking at me!

"Oh, it's on," I snarled. "Prongs, get the chess set. This skinny little werewolf is going to wish he'd never even mentioned chess."

Three and a half hours later, between the chess and the booze, I had forgotten what it was I was doing on a floor in Potter Manor.

"You're getting married tomorrow," Remus said kindly.

"Married?" I said excitedly. "To Amy?"

"No," James drawled. "To Peter."

I frowned.

"I…. Is it too late to get out of it?"

Remus snorted.

"Very funny, Prongs," he said. "No, Sirius, you're marrying Amy. I'd think she'd take a bit of offense to you marrying Peter when you got her pregnant."

I giggled.

"What?"

"You said pregnant."

"Yeah, so?"

"It's a funny word."

James sat up abruptly, eyes wide. His glasses had fallen off his face at some point in the night.

"Merlin, you're right, Pads! It is a funny word!"

"Pregnant," I said, considering it, giggling.

"Pregnaaant," James sang out, bursting out with laughter.

"Oh, bloody hell," Remus groaned, leaning back against the footboard of the bed. "You two get loopier every time I drink with you, I swear."

"Preeeeegnant," I hissed. "Haha, Moony, c'mon, y'should try it!"

"I don't really feel like impregnating someone would be a good idea, thanks," he replied coolly. This quieted us for quite some time, and I curled up on the bed, watching James pass out on the floor. I stared at the ceiling, thinking of Amy's beautiful green eyes.

"Moony?"

"Yeah."

"You're still in love with my girl, aren't you?"

He didn't say anything for a long time, but finally he sighed, "I suppose in a way I am. But not the way she would need, anyway. She needs you, Sirius. For one thing, I never could have given her a child. She's happy, expecting. Pregnant looks good on her."

I smiled at the ceiling.

It certainly did. That was the only reason I was really scared about having the child. I would lose that beautiful pregnant glow about her. I frowned.

"Am I going to be a shit father, Moony? I mean…my dad…"

Remus sighed.

"You're going to be a great father, Sirius. You can't compare yourself with your father. You've already proved that you're nothing like him, or your mother, or anyone else in your family. You take care of Amy well and you've already proved you love the child. What more is there?"

What more indeed.

Several minutes later, I was asleep and snoring.

Remus shook me awake the following morning, and I nearly punched him in the face. I apologized immediately and he said wryly, "I certainly hope you've never done that to Amy when she tries to wake you."

"I wake her," I groaned, rubbing my head.

"Drink this."

He pushed a vial into my hands and I downed it in one, feeling my hangover dissipate quickly as he began to wake James.

"Merlin," I sighed happily. "I'm getting married."

"Indeed, you are," Remus said. "Now hurry up and shower so we can get you read for her, okay?"

I saluted sloppily and hurried off to shower as ordered.

The shower was quick but thorough, and James hurried repacked all my toiletries as I changed, and when I tossed him my deodorant he tossed it in the trunk, too.

"Do something with your hair, Pads," he said, snickering. "It'll dry that way."

"Speak for yourself, Potter," I snarled, but I did as he said, combing my fingers through my hair quickly.

"Here, let me fix your tie," Remus said softly, and I put my hands to the sides as he adjusted the tie and smiled. "Dashing as always, Sirius. Amy will be blown away."

We were having the wedding outside, ceremony and all, not simply because the weather was beautiful and we wanted to take full advantage of the sunshine, but also because it was far simpler for Amy to walk a little way onto a lawn than to have her walk the length of the ballroom when she was so incredibly pregnant.

Remus had us whipped into shape much quicker than I had ever imagined possible and he had me standing beside Dumbledore, waiting for my bride.

"How do you feel, Sirius?" Dumbledore asked merrily.

"Like I want her to hurry up," I muttered. He just laughed slightly and gestured.

There she was, my beautiful Amy, coming down the aisle on her father's arm, green eyes shining, smiling at me.

My heart stopped for a brief moment.

She was about to be my wife.

When she reached the front and faced me, I tuned out everything else. Amy was smiling at me, standing right there, and I could think of nothing but how badly I wanted to kiss her.

I vaguely heard Dumbledore in my ear saying things he was supposed to say, and we said vows and things like that. When we were bonded for life I could feel a tingling in my chest, and the smile on Amy's face told me that she felt to too.

I was glad we'd agreed to do something low-key for the reception, because if we'd had something big like Lily and James I doubted I would have had enough time spent with Amy.

"Mrs. Amy Black," I murmured in her ear as I fed her some of our wedding cake. "How does that sound?"

She grinned up at me, taking the cake off the fork in a way that excited me even more than I already was, if possible. She swallowed the cake and said, "Sounds just about perfect, husband."

I shivered.

My eyes flickered down to her hand, the hand with the ring on it, which was resting on her pregnant belly. My Amy, my ring, my child….

This was, perhaps, the best decision I had ever made.

"How long do you want to stay here?" I asked, whispering to try to hide from any nosy guests the absolute eagerness in my voice, my desperation to start the honeymoon so I could get her alone, all to myself, somewhere I could ravish her.

"I want to say goodbye to my sister," she said softly. "Why don't you sneak out, gather our things, and I'll find you in about…twenty minutes?"

"Can't wait," I grinned, kissing her before she turned to find Natalie. I licked my lips and hurried off to get our things. I didn't want to get caught up watching her and lose our opportunity.

Everything was well-packed, and I had a feeling that their sober hen do was probably an opportunity to double-check all of the honeymoon packing, as Amy had done at Lily's wedding for the unconscious bride.

"There you are," Amy said, grinning as she walked into the room. "Are we ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling back. "Let's sneak out the back to meet our ride."

"Who's our ride?"

"Remus."

Remus drove us to the train station, hugged both of us and wished us a very happy honeymoon, and we took the train to Sussex, and I didn't think I'd ever been on a longer train ride in my life.

"Relax," Amy told me three times. "This is half the length of the Hogwarts trip."

Well, she was right about that, although I still didn't think it was soon enough when we arrived at our inn and were shown to our rooms. As soon as she closed the door I set to work undoing her dress, anxious to get it off her.

"Sirius," she laughed. "Sirius, I'm exhausted! Do we have to do this right away?"

"Don't tease, Amy," I whimpered, pressing my lips to her neck. "You know I've wanted you since you started walking down the aisle. Please, please, please."

"Foot massage and then I'll think about it," she sighed, stepping out of her dress, sitting on the bed, offering up her feet. I shivered.

"Well, if you'd just said that sooner I wouldn't have whined," I said, reverently taking her left foot in my hands, kissing it gently before proceeding to massage it, enjoying the moans of pleasure that came from her as she closed her eyes and soaked up the sensation.

"You're far too good at this," she sighed. "Mmm, Sirius, other foot now. I want to feel better as soon as possible so we can spend this trip having as much sex as possible."

I smiled to myself, switching feet as commanded, putting all my strength into the massage and thinking to myself that I must be the luckiest man in the world.