AN: Sorry I've been having writer's block and needed a break. I hope to update more in the near future. Its hard to be able to make one chapter after another. I'm also hoping I'll be able to update all of my stories this week. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Sirius POV

My wife is pregnant. My wife who still hasn't woken up, is pregnant. My wife, Hermione Jean Granger Black, is pregnant.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thinking about little faces, running feet, dirty diapers, all of it.

But why hadn't she told me? Was she afraid I wouldn't have been happy? Or was it possible she hadn't been sure...

I slumped down in the chair next to Hermione's bed her hand in mine. It had been four days since the final battle and Hermione had been moved to St Mungo's at the first opportunity. She, Luna, Hannah and Severus were all here with five others I didn't know who had had injuries that couldn't be healed easily. Three had been released so far. Two students I hadn't known and I think the older man who had been released worked in Hogsmeade.

A squeaking noise made me look up as Neville pushed Hannah into the room in her new Muggle wheelchair.

"Any change?" Neville asked pushing Hannah up to the other side of the bed and sat next to her in the empty chair.

"No." I muttered watching a freckle on Hermione's neck. It slowly rose and fell with each breath.

"She'll come around Sirius." Neville said slipping his hand into Hannah's. She didn't move. Didn't change her expression. Just continued to stare ahead as if she wasn't wholly there.

"I know...Hannah?" Her eyes slowly lifted to mine. She didn't say anything but I could tell that she was listening. "Are you okay?"

She shrugged then turned her chair and rolled herself out of the room. Neville and I watched her go. We turned back to each other but I didn't know what to say.

"What happened to her?" I asked playing with one of Hermione's curls.

Neville blew out a heavy breath and slumped in his seat. "I have no idea. She hasn't spoken since Madame Pomfrey told her she will never walk again. I don't know what to do!"

I gave him a moment then finally looked up at him. He was wiping at his eyes, his cheeks wet. What could I possibly sat to make him feel better? A thought came to me and I sat up.

"Did you ever hear about what happened at Malfoy Manor?" I asked trying to push the thoughts of that day away.

"Some of it, why?" Neville asked confused.

"Hermione was tortured pretty bad. Bellatrix and Nott used the Cruciatus Curse on her and carved the word Mudblood into her arm." I pulled the hospital gown up to reveal the slightly healed letters. "Nott also tried to physically abuse her."

Neville paled drastically and he closed his eyes. "How far did he -?"

"Not that far but enough to make her feel like she was filthy." Neville nodded his eyes pained. He wasn't looking at me in disgust but... understanding.

"Who?" I asked my voice thick.

"Ginny. Goyle attacked her but Hannah and Luna were able to stop him. She was a wreck after. It was...horrible." Neville shuttered and looked away. "It was horrible to see her like that. I think of her like a sister, you know? She would cry at the littlest things and waking up screaming from terrible nightmares. If I ever tried to wake her up all I did was make it worse."

"That's because you, my friend, are a guy." I said watching him. He smirked and tried to hold back a laugh but failed.

"Trust me I'm a guy."

"No, no you misunderstand me. Since you are a guy your presence would be worse when she is having a nightmare about a guy holding her down trying to take advantage of her." Neville sat there his eyebrows drawing together in thought.

"Never thought of that." Neville blew out a breath.

"So then you understand, to a point, that Ginny had a hard time. Hermione had the same problem after what Nott had done. She pulled away from me, barely spoke, was practically locked inside her thoughts. It was hard to see her in so much pain but I finally said that her scars didn't make her ugly or undesirable. It took a little while for it to sink in but it did." I said watching Neville. His head was bowed over his hands as if in prayer.

"How did you deal with your...physical relationship?" Neville asked his cheeks pinking slightly. This wasn't a time for me to mess with him, he was desperately seeking answers for the best way to be close to his partner.

I cleared my throat roughly and ran a hand through my hair. "She cried."

Neville's head snapped up and he paled. "How did you deal with it?"

"It took a lot of patience on my end and letting her take control. She set the pace and I followed. I wanted her to feel comfortable so I didn't do anything until she was comfortable with it." Neville was running a hand through his hair.

"Okay so...what should I do?"

I sighed and sat back in my chair. "First you have to pull her out of her funk. Take it slowly get her talking first. About anything and help her get back to herself. The other things will come with time you just have to be patient. I wont lie, it won't be easy but you can do it."

Neville sat there for a moment absorbing everything. "Thank you, Sirius."

"Anytime." Neville stood up and slowly walked out of the room. I watched him for a moment then turned back to Hermione. No change. Of course there wasn't. The soft rise and fall oh her chest was the only thing that made all of this bearable. And my unborn child.

A smile spread across my face. Our baby. I climbed into the bed and pulled Hermione into my arms. Her head fell back and carefully held her neck. My hand slipped down and I placed it over her stomach.

"I love you Hermione. You and our baby. So much." I whispered placing a kiss against her forehead. A soft moan escaped her and I looked down at my wife.

Her eyes were fluttering. "Sirius?"

"I'm here." I whispered pulling her closer to me. She hummed happily and snuggled against me.

"What happened?" Her voice was soft, unsure.

"You hit your head during the final battle." I muttered placing kisses across her skin. She hummed and pressed herself closer to me.

"Am I okay?" She asked slurring the words slightly.

"I, uh, actually I should probably go get the healer." I muttered pulling away. "I need to make sure you and the baby are okay."

Hermione gasped sharply and I turned back to her. "What are you talking about? I'm not...I'm not pregnant? Am I?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, your pregnant." Hermione's eyes widened then she slumped back against the pillows.

"Pregnant?" Hermione was still looking at the ceiling in shock.

"Yes..." She was making me nervous. Why wasn't she saying anything? A tear suddenly trickled down her cheek. Then another.

"Sweetheart?!" Tears continued down her cheeks and she wiped and her nose. "What's wrong?"

"No-thing." She sniffled and wiped her nose again. "I'm – just – so – happy."

I let out a laugh and pulled her into my arms. "I'm happy too."

"I knew you would be." Hermione whispered mopping at her eyes. "You've always wanted kids."

"How did you –"

"I notice things." She whispered pulling me down to her level. I gazed at my wife. Her red eyes and tear stained cheeks stood out the most. She was so beautiful.

"I love you." I whispered placing my lips against hers.

"Love you too." She said breathily against my lips. I moaned as her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against her. She felt so perfect and I was painfully aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Mr. Black!" I pulled away to look at Healer Jones who had just come into the room. Her lips were pursed angrily and her gray hair was pulled back into a severe knot. "You were supposed to get me when she woke up!"

"Oops." I said with a smile. Hermione let out a little giggle and I smiled brighter.

Healer Jones sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sirius I need to check her over. You'll need to stay out in the hall."

I grumbled as she forced me out into the hall. The hall was practically empty as I sat in the chair outside the door. I dropped my head in my hands and smiled. She was awake.

"Sirius?" I looked up and almost gasped in shock.

"What are you doing here?" I asked slowly.

"Rumor has it your good with helping people and I need your help." The boy-turned-man said sitting down across from me.

"Its true, what do you need help with?" I asked watching Draco Malfoy run a nervous hand through his hair.

"Proposing to Susan."

AN: Please Review! It helps so much more than you realize. I'm thinking the rest of this will be little blurbs of everyone's life through the years. That might be true it might not. I haven't completely decided yet. But I don't know how many more chapters it will end up being either way.