Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form, do I own any of these magnificent characters. *Sigh*

A/N: This is a story I've been playing around with for a while, since I'm a total sucker for hurt!Harry and parental Sirius and Remus. Hope it's met well, as I have some fun ideas for where I'm going to take this!

The title for this story, as well as the title to this chapter, is inspired by the song "Gift of Love" by Randy Travis.

This is the only chapter that will be fully dialogue; the rest is written to my regular writing style. Warning for abuse triggers in later chapters and language.

Last but not least, I'm posting this today, because…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY POTTER! Yay!

Enjoy!

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July 31st 1980

"What in the…James! It's three in the bloody morning!"

"Padfoot, it's time. It's bloody time, Sirius, Operation Prongslet is underway and I am freaking the bloody hell out, so you gotta get the bloody hell up, and get to the bloody hospital, because Lily is bloody well giv-ouch!"

Pause.

"The baby can't actually hear me swearing, Lily-Flower, and I doubt it'll remember this anyhow! OW! MERLIN! FINE! …Sirius! Are you getting out of bed and onto that bl-…that damn bike?!"

"Uh…to be honest, no. I was busy being amused by whatever was going on with you and the lovely Lily."

"The lovely…Merlin's sake, Padfoot, you'd better be bloody joking, because if I am at the hospital by car, before you can apparate there, you're going to find yourself with a bloo-…Blimey!...a bloody antler up your bloody arse! MERLIN, Lily, would you STOP punching my arm?!"

"Is it really wise to be yelling at the woman in labor, Prongsie? Also, why aren't you apparating?"

"Lil doesn't want to take a chance with the baby, now stop changing the subject! Get out of bed and get to the damn hospital!"

"I'm already here! Merlin, Jamie. Focus on the bloody road and I'll give the nurses and Moony and Pete a heads up."

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"I should be in there with her, Padfoot! What in Merlin's name am I doing out here?!"

"You fainted in the delivery room, Prongs. I don't believe they took too kindly to that."

"…Right. Well. I think I'm calmer now, I've really got a handle on things again. I should be there!"

"You're calmer because I had the foresight to bring some calming draught with me."

"Semantics, all of it, just semantics... You think the medi-witch will let me back in?"

"'Course. Just tell her that you deer-ly wish to see your kid being born."

"…I bloody well hate you, Padf- OW, damn it, Pads, WHY?!"

"No swearing around the kid, Jamie-boy."

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"Sirius…"

"James? Hey, is everything…is everything okay? Prongs?"

"It's…it's a boy, Pads. I have a son."

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