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Hermione stretched and groaned as her body felt the lovely texture of being used. She was never a sexual being per se, but Sirius made it so easy to feel the tint of it. Oh, how the god of her dreams adored her. He made it very clear how much she was his muse in loud measure.
"Mm, love, you look satisfied," Sirius chuckled with sleep in his tone.
"Don't hurt yourself with that ego, Sirius Black," Hermione purred and crawled up to his face, kissing him. "Thank you for last night."
Sirius stroked her cheek and shook his head. "No, Hermione, thank you. Thank you for accepting me as your equal in both our son's care and partnership."
Hermione ran her fingernails along his chest and hummed. "You make it quite easy, Sirius."
He grunted and sighed while twirling locks of her hair in his fingers. "Well, I know it hasn't always been so."
The witch tilted her head and twitched her lips from side to side. "That's beside the point now."
He sat up enough to press his mouth to her cheek. "Thank you," he whispered and closed his eyes.
Hermione traced the curves of his flesh to his jaw and exhaled a melodic sigh. "We really should get up and check on Rigel soon."
Sirius grunted before turning her on her back and nuzzling her bare chest. "Not yet," he protested before nipping and licking at the beautifully pronounced breasts. "You're masterful, and I'm a greedy old codger."
Hermione squirmed and huffed. "You keep that up," she paused and moaned as he encapsulated one of her risen nipples in his mouth. "And we'll never get up," she finished in a breathy tone.
"I want more, so sue me," he growled before gifting the other side with the same measure.
Oh, his fingers. They were magic in physical form as his hands gripped and massaged her needy flesh. Hermione didn't care about what anyone else thought; he was her form of perfection—flawed, real, and captivating.
Sirius pulled away and bolstered himself up on his arms, gazing down at her. Rosy cheeks in full delight, darkened lips, and a body that said, 'Fuck me.' He knew he was gone for her long before her clothes were off, for it was her mind that drew lovely lines of adoration and courage. It always did take him longer to accept the inevitable. This just sealed the realism of what was on the tip of his tongue.
"I love you," he said.
Hermione's eyes fluttered with wide surprise as her lips peeled apart. "I love you too."
Sirius maneuvered enough to hold his torso above her while cupping her cheeks. Elbows deep in the mattress, and his thighs were mingling with hers under the sheet. Such a perfect being to say the most demanding four words in the world. It was enough to love someone, but to return that love that was such a difficult task.
His lips touched hers with delicacy. "You are my heart and soul," he whispered when they parted.
"Writing me poems now, Padfoot?" Hermione smiled.
"I can try, but they wouldn't be the type to share. Plenty on about what a masterful woman in bed," he couldn't finish as she kissed him again.
A knock at the door startled the pair. "Aunt Hermione! Mum said breakfast is on the table."
"Edward, I told you not to bother her," Remus hissed, and faded footfalls announced their departure.
Hermione snorted and stifled a smile. Sirius grinned and rolled from her, relaxing on his back. "I suppose the world won't wait for us to leave our bubble."
"I suppose not," Hermione sighed. "I have to get Ry ready to see my parents anyway."
"Brunch?" Sirius asked.
Hermione hummed agreement. "Yes, my mother wants to go through my old children's books for me to take for him."
"And maybe I can convince your father to show me his car in the garage?" Sirius questioned as he turned to her.
"You want to come?"
"Yes, I would like to, if you'll have me," Sirius said with a nod.
Hermione sat up and stretched. "That would be lovely."
Sirius tucked his arm under his head and watched as the witch moved and swayed. This just seemed so easy and natural. Why did it take so long to admit his own follies?
Her eyes found him, and she exhaled. "You're devilishly handsome, Sirius, but we have to get up."
"Devilishly handsome? Do I tempt thee with a smile?" He questioned and boasted a grin.
Hermione moaned and bent to him to kiss his lips before climbing from the mattress. "Beyond tempting, but I'm a mother and need to tend to my toddler."
"A bloody hot mother to my son," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"And there's your charming confidence," Hermione snorted as she reached for some clothing.
Sirius slunk from the bed and stood up, stretching out his limbs. "Well, it does boost my ego to know you're unbearably sexy, and I'm a lucky sod."
Hermione tossed on her shirt over her bra and glanced over. Her cheeks were flaming as she observed the man flicking his wand at his clothing, before sliding on his boxers. Sirius caught her gaze, and she pivoted out of his view, digging for a pair of sweats.
"Let's see, you've stolen clothes from me in the past," he hummed while digging in the wardrobe next to her.
"Bottom shelf. A part of sweats and a t-shirt," Hermione mumbled.
Sirius smirked and pulled out the articles of clothing. "It's nice to see you don't change much, kitten."
Hermione fixed her hair and moved to the door. "Sirius, let's not get too verbose with the Lupins right away, okay?"
"Alright," Sirius smiled.
They left the room, and Hermione glanced in Rigel's to see Remus or Dora collected him already. The pair bounced down the staircase, and Hermione glanced back at the smirking marauder twice before they reached the dining room. Was she concerned he wasn't happy? She had to be barmy if she thought he wasn't.
Nymphadora saw them first and waved with a bright smile before feeding Rigel another bite. Remus was cooking with his back to them, and Teddy was buried in a book.
"Ma! Da!" Rigel cried.
Hermione beamed and wandered over to the boy, kissing his forehead. "Good morning, lovely."
"Good morning, Aunt Hermione!" Teddy exclaimed.
Sirius growled and ruffled Teddy's teal hair before kissing his cheek. "What am I, chopped hippogriff gizzard!"
Teddy laughed and hugged the animagus. "Uncle Sirius, I'm so happy you're home. I went up to your room, and it was empty."
"That's because I spent the night with your Aunt Hermione," Sirius grinned and glanced over at the scowling witch.
"Sirius," Hermione huffed.
"How was your sleepover?" Nymphadora teased.
"I'm sure it was eventful, but there's young ears who repeat everything in the room," Remus warned and set down plates on the table. "Good morning, Hermione," Remus declared and patted her arm.
"Good morning, wanker!" Sirius shouted and jumped up to tackle the werewolf.
They jostled to the children's amusement, but Hermione groaned and moved out of the way. Sirius was ruffling Remus's hair while the werewolf was smacking him with a spatula. It was boyish, ridiculous, and ultimately them.
"Come sit down. Tell me about how your date went," Tonks urged Hermione and patted the table next to her.
"It was decent," Hermione nodded as she seated herself before making a cup of tea.
"Decent?" Sirius asked as he stopped struggling, causing Remus to smack him in the nose.
"More than decent," Hermione smiled.
"That bloody hurt," Sirius growled and elbowed Remus while rubbing his nose.
"Since you and Uncle Sirius are going out on dates like my mum and dad, does that mean you're going to get married?" Teddy questioned as he put down his book.
Hermione's eyes grew as Tonks grinned and fed Rigel another bite. "Marriage? Teddy, it's a bit soon to ask that question," Hermione voiced.
"We could get married in the future, kid. It's all up to your aunt," Sirius affirmed as he sat down and reached for the tea.
"Sirius," Hermione grumbled.
"Give it a rest, loverboy," Remus retorted and returned to the table with the rest of the plates.
"Loverboy?" Sirius spat and picked up his fork. "I resent you for saying that."
"Prong's nickname is now yours," Remus smiled.
"This will not happen, I forbid it," Sirius replied before taking a bite.
"Ma, ma, ma," Rigel babbled and held out his hands.
Tonks stood up and let Hermione slide over. "There you go, Hermione. He called for you at least a dozen times last night," Nymphadora clarified.
"Oh, my patient prince," Hermione sighed and picked up the plastic spoon. "Did you miss me?"
"Dis," Rigel pouted and squeezed his hands into fists.
"How am I ever going to compete with her?" Sirius asked with a crooked smile.
Hermione shook her head. "You're not. This boy is going to be mine to spoil," she smirked and fed the child a bite.
"If you ever want another in about a year, I can help with that, Hermione," Nymphadora declared before eating a bite from her fork.
Sirius subtly waved his hand as he scowled. "No, that's alright, cousin."
"Let's try to get through his second birthday, Tonks," Hermione laughed and beamed back at her. "Then we'll talk."
Sirius nearly dropped his fork. "I do hope you're joking, kitten. Two children in the house are bloody chaos."
Nymphadora and Remus shared a glance before Remus sipped his tea. The room was warm and buzzing with good feelings, but Sirius was oblivious as he glared at Hermione. It was the portions of the animagus he couldn't hide even if he tried.
"I mean it," he continued with an exhale. "Love, I don't need two children to twist into marauders."
Hermione beamed and shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? I think it would be fun to watch you juggle them."
"Hermione, please tell me you're just yanking my shorthairs? We have our hands full with two children in the house, and the witches are the ones working. It's quite barmy," Sirius grumbled before forking up some more breakfast.
"You might want to remain seated," Remus mumbled.
Sirius glanced over at his best mate. "Why's that?"
"We're gonna have another baby!" Nymphadora shouted.
Hermione lost control over the spoon and gasped. "Really? Is this real?"
Tonks grinned and nodded. "I didn't realize through all our arguments and the chaos lately that, well, it happened on it's own."
Hermione launched herself at Tonks and cried happy tears. "Oh, I'm so excited! Give me a little girl to spoil?"
Nymphadora laughed and nodded. "That's the plan, at least I hope."
"Or a brother," Teddy nodded with a bright smile.
"Fifty fifty chance," Hermione laughed and patted Nymphadora's cheek.
Sirius socked Remus in the arm and growled. "You sly dog! You didn't tell me before now!"
Remus winced and nudged Sirius. "I didn't want to spoil your thunder."
Sirius patted Teddy on the back. "You got your wish, kid. You're gonna be a big brother."
"We have to go out shopping," Hermione declared as she returned to her near fussing son.
"Yes, and we have to fix up the spare room next to Teddy's," Tonks agreed.
Hermione bent to the toddler and kissed his forehead. "You're going to be a perfect example for their daughter in Hogwarts, right, lovely?"
"Or he's going to take after me," Sirius snorted with a smile.
"Don't you dare wish that on our son," Hermione moaned while picking up the spoon.
"Let's not forget; she was the one to make plans on how they broke the rules in Hogwarts," Remus murmured.
Sirius finished chewing his bite and nodded. "Alright, he can take after you, love."
Hermione groaned. "I can't win with you, Sirius."
"No, because I've already won, love. I got you," He winked.
"Let's hope my father is as receptive of your win," Hermione said before setting down Rigel's food.
Sirius's eyebrows raised. "You think he'll punch me?"
"I think he'll ask what took so bloody long," Tonks giggled.
"Let's hope for petty favors," Remus chuckled.
"Mum, can we tell gran later?"
"Let's worry about first things first, darling. Mummy has first to tell her boss," Tonks smiled.
Sirius rubbed his hands together. "Dinner with the Potters tonight so we can have them explode with excitement on all fronts?"
Hermione swallowed her food and sipped her tea. Her expression said it all; was she ready to tell them? Indeed it was expected with how much they pushed for it, right? Then there was the complication of Molly Weasley. Well, she better decide; they were due to see her parents in a few hours.
"Dinner it is," Hermione rocked her head.
Sirius smiled. Not just any smile, but the one that filled his face with light and youth. It was the start of something beautiful; family.