Summary: With 13 grandchildren and greatnephews Sirius family is always expanding and getting bigger.
September Event: Back To School, prompts: (word) Princess, (word) Confession
Having one grandchild is great. Not too much stress, not too much work. Just one single kid to spoil to death. Two, or three is no challenge either. With four or five it's not a challenge either. But nine of them will get really hard. And Sirius and his wife knew just how hard...
It was a beautiful winter day. The sun shone bright on the houses of Grimmauld place. In one of them, bearing the number 13, Sirius sat with his family, his wife, his two children with their husband and wife and first grandchild and his brother with his married daughter. No man could be happier than he felt right now. He just laughed at a joke his brother had told him when his daughter Aries raised and coughed to get everyones attention. The conversation around the table died, leaving everyone to stare at the young woman.
"Mum, dad, uncle Reggie, Aquaria, Regulus, I...well we", she began, grabbing her husbands hand and raising him up so he stood with her, " have an announcment to make." She breathed in, almost as if she feared a bad reaction at what she was going to say. "I'm pregnant."
The women squealed, walking over to her and hugging and congratulating her. 'I'm preganant' the words still ringed in Sirius head. His little girl. His little baby, his little princess, would be a mother soon. He almost felt like it was yesterday, that he had held her in his arms after she was born. She was only 19 now. Her whole life was before her. But then again, he hadn't been much older when her brother was born.
Not wanting to seem unfriendly, he got up, hugged his daughter and congratulated her too. She was happy, tears glistering her eyes like on her wedding day, when he had brought her to the altar. They continued on with their family dinner, now even having a reason to celebrate.
The nine months seemed to pass like a blur. Sirius still could remember how the shrill ringing off the phone, that Aries had convinced him to buy for emergencies, had awoken him from his sleep. How he had picked it up and listened to a panicing Charles, that Aries was in labor. He remembered nearly dropping the phone and Cassiopeija's sleepy voice asking him what was wrong. They both drove to the hospital around midday, where they were greeted by a stressed, but still happy looking Charles. After that Sirius remembered nearly nothing, unlike the birth of his first granddaughter Irlanda, where he remebered almost passing out, except his incredible surprise when he saw his daughter not holding one, but two babies. The things and words said and done afterwards were a complete blur. Tge number of grandchildren was now up to three, but little did he and Cass know, that this number wouldn't stay that low for long.
The news for their fourth grandchild came in a letter from their son around the end of April. He and his wife were currently enjoying their holidays in Italy, when their daughter - in - law had begun to feel sick for no reason at all. And well, one visit to the doctor later and it turned out she was pregnant again. Nine months after the letter confesion, Penelope Black was welcomed into the family. Sirius held her in his arms and he couldn't be more happy, for himself an for his children.
After this one year passed until one evening where his younger brother came to him. Happier than he had seen him in a long time. Excited the younger of the two oldest Blacks had told him that Aquaria, his daughter, who had moved to Scotland some time ago, had given birth to a little baby boy named Castor. And it didn't took long for the little baby's younger brother Pollux to be born. A year or so passed and Aries and Regulus' wife got pregnant again. This time with only one baby boy, whom they named Attoritos and Cygnus. After them followed Lupus and Torrin. After that no more Black children were planned. They were the perfect family now. But fate had decided things a little bit differently.
It was on a late February night, when Aries pounded on the door of Grimmauld place 13. He let her in and welcomed her to sit in the living room with him.
"Dad, there is something I need to tell you," she murmered, sounding like a little kid again that had to make a confession.
"Okay, just speak darling, I'm sure it's nothing terrible."
"Well you know how Charles and I decided to not have any children again?"
He nodded, of coures he knew. Four kids were a lot of work and he surley didn't need another grandchild.
"Well, the thing is I'm preganant again... It wasn't planned and I didn't realize it until a few days ago, but...plewse don't be mad about htis okay?"
The news were somewhat of a shock, but he was quick to reasure her that he wouldn't bemad at a harmless thing like this. Another shock it was when Aries went into labour, directly on the twins birthday. One month too early. The baby was small and for a time Sirius feared that this boy, named Arcturus after one of their ancestors, would not survive. But he was strong, just like his older siblings. And suddenly Sirius had to smile. His family was truly perfect.