Sirius gripped his father's hand with all his remaining strength, his knuckles turning white. Every muscle in his body tensed, straining with the effort as he pushed through the unbearable pain. He screamed, the sound echoing through the room, a culmination of hours of labor.

Orion held Sirius's hand tightly, his other hand supporting his son as he coached him through the final moments. "That's it, Sirius! You're doing amazing, my sweet boy," he encouraged, his voice firm but full of reassurance. "One more big push, and you'll meet your baby."

With a deep, shaky breath, Sirius bore down, pushing with everything he had left. His scream was raw, a guttural sound of exertion and pain. And then, suddenly, everything shifted. He felt a release, an overwhelming relief as the baby finally left his body.

Sirius let out a sob, half exhaustion, half the flood of emotions that rushed over him. Tears streamed down his face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he felt the emptiness where the pressure had been only moments before. The room fell silent, heavy with anticipation.

Then, a tiny, piercing cry filled the air.

Orion moved quickly, his hands steady and gentle as he caught his grandchild. His face lit up with joy and relief as he held the tiny, wriggling form, the sound of the baby's cry confirming that everything was as it should be. "You did it, Sirius," he said, awe filling his voice. "You did it. Your baby is here."

He carefully placed the baby on Sirius's chest, his movements tender and filled with love. The baby was small, perfect, with dark hair and lungs that were already working hard. The cries softened as the newborn felt the warmth and comfort of Sirius's body, nestling against him.

Sirius looked down at his baby, tears still streaming down his face. Trembling, he reached out, gently cradling the small, fragile form. The reality of it all hit him at once—exhaustion, pain, joy, and love—merging into an overwhelming flood of emotion. "Hello, my baby," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Orion's heart swelled as he watched the scene unfold, pride and love filling him entirely. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Sirius's forehead. "You did so well, Sirius," he said softly. "You're a father now. Your baby is beautiful."

Sirius nodded, unable to speak through the lump in his throat. He could only gaze down at the tiny face of his child, the miracle he had brought into the world, feeling a connection deeper than anything he had ever known.

As the baby settled against him, Sirius felt a peace wash over him. The pain and exhaustion faded into the background, replaced by the pure, overwhelming joy of holding his newborn. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the three of them in their little bubble of love and new life.

Orion continued to tend to his grandchild, making sure everything was perfect, but his gaze never left his son and his new grandbaby. This moment was theirs, and he was honored to be a part of it, sharing in the miracle of new beginnings.

The room felt quieter now, the intensity of labor replaced by a serene calm. The only sounds were Sirius's soft breaths, the tiny whimpers of the newborn, and the steady beat of a father's heart. Sirius lay back against the pillows, exhausted but filled with an overwhelming sense of love.

He gazed down at his son, his eyes brimming with wonder. The baby was so small, so perfect, his tiny fingers curled into fists and his eyes squeezed shut as he rested peacefully against Sirius's chest. Every breath the baby took was a miracle to Sirius, a testament to all they had just endured.

With a trembling hand, Sirius reached out and gently touched his son's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. The baby stirred slightly at the touch, his tiny face scrunching up before relaxing again. Tears filled Sirius's eyes as he marveled at the precious life he had brought into the world.

"Thank you, Dad," Sirius said softly, his voice choked with emotion. He turned his head to look at Orion, who was still beside him, his hand resting comfortingly on Sirius's shoulder. "Thank you for everything... for protecting us, for being here." His voice wavered, and fresh tears welled up. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Orion's heart swelled with love for his son, his own eyes misting over. He leaned down, gently brushing a few strands of hair from Sirius's sweaty forehead. "You don't have to thank me, my sweet boy," he said softly. "I'm your father. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I'm so proud of you, Sirius. You've been so brave, and you brought this beautiful baby into the world. I'm honored to be here with you."

Sirius smiled faintly, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at him. His body ached, every muscle tired from the ordeal, but he felt safe, comforted by his father's presence. "I'm so tired," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as sleep tugged at him.

Orion nodded, his hand resting gently on Sirius's head, soothing him. "Rest now, Sirius. You've done more than enough. I'll take care of everything. Just sleep, my sweet boy. I'll be right here with you and the baby."

Sirius let his eyes drift shut, feeling the warmth of his father's hand and the soft weight of his baby against his chest. The exhaustion was too great to fight, and he allowed himself to sink into the comforting darkness of sleep.

Orion watched as his son's breathing evened out, his face relaxing into a peaceful expression. The baby snuggled closer to Sirius, emitting a tiny, contented sigh. A deep sense of peace settled over Orion as he looked at his son and grandchild, feeling the love that bound them together.

He stayed by their side, watching over them both, his heart full of pride and joy. This moment, of love, family, and the miracle of new life, was one he would never forget.