Despite Sirius' concerns that he wasn't great at the 'after sex bit', as Hermione called it, he didn't think he was doing too bad, even if he did say so himself. Granted, it had only been a few days, but so far no major fuck ups had occurred. Sirius had thought, when he was in his late teens, that despite the seemingly inevitable prospect of meeting someone and settling down, he was unlikely to be very good at it. What with his short attention span, desperation to spend every waking moment with his mates, self-centred attitude, latent rage, and borderline alcoholism. While most of those things had changed as he matured or was forced to, by the route his life had taken, the fear, and the belief in his inability to make someone truly happy had remained.

Sirius found himself saying as much, in a very abridged way, to Hermione that morning after her party. Once they had gotten out of bed, or rather, once he had let her out of bed, determined to make up for the lack of foreplay in his first performance, he had slightly overdone it the second time around. Or so his spine seemed to be telling him, every time he moved. They sat at the kitchen table, after Hermione made coffee, and had their first real talk about 'them'. Given how they had gently, almost migrated towards each other up to that point, Sirius shouldn't have been surprised when the words just seemed to fall out.

"Don't let me fuck it up Hermione," he said, after dancing around the houses of what he was getting at for a little while.

"You won't," Hermione assured him blithely, looking at him with a slight tilt of her head.

"I might," he countered immediately, gripping his mug a little tighter and pulling it up in front of himself, as if having something to do with his hands would shield how he was feeling.

"Well, what if I do something?" she asked in her normal open, frank way, "I'm bossy, and not all that tidy, and argumentative, I could easily do something to annoy you."

"I'd forgive you," Sirius said without thinking, though he knew the answer was honest. He would forgive her, he would forgive her anything, just as long as she kept looking at him like she did.

"Sirius," Hermione murmured, drawing his eyes from where they rested on his half sunk coffee. "I'd forgive you too," she said determinedly.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," she affirmed quickly.

At the next gathering, a few drinks at Grimmauld, that fell a week or so after they had got blind drunk together in the terrible club, Sirius and Hermione arrived together, like they always did. No one said anything, their behaviour was hardly unusual, but when they moved into the kitchen, there was only one seat left at the long table and looking at it for a moment Sirius sat down, before pulling Hermione into his lap.

They had discussed letting their friends know, at length, in fact, it had been there first almost row. Sirius had been massively put out when he thought he had picked up on some hesitation from Hermione's side about having it out in the open. After a few harsh words, some slammed unit doors, a significant amount of sulking time and half a bottle of firewhisky he had trudged into her office and unceremoniously dropped his head into her lap. Now that he was calmer she explained that she wanted everyone to know, almost as much as he did, she just didn't want an embarrassing fuss. Sirius was mollified, but it didn't stop him from making an obvious gesture as soon as they were among friends again.

Hermione let out a mild squeak as he secured his arms around her at the kitchen table, and she flushed a little like she always did with his attentions. They got a few half smiles, and a roll of Remus' eyes and Sirius was content. He didn't need exaltations and back slaps, he just wanted everyone to know, and now they did.

There were a few teasing comments about Hermione having 'a bit of a glow', and Luna made an airy comment about Sirius having a bite mark on his neck, which he didn't, he'd covered it before they came out, but other than that, the normal conversations resumed.

When Hermione had finished chatting to Fleur, who was sat across the table, Sirius leant up to whisper in her ear, "That wasn't so bad was it?" He questioned lightly, suppressing the urge to bite down on her lobe. Hermione had been nervous before they left the flat, she hadn't said anything, but he knew her. She'd changed her top three times and fussed around with her hair before she got flustered. Sirius had pulled out the ineffectual band she had been using to torture her wild curls into submission, kissing her neck until she was distracted, and pulling her through the floo.

Hermione sighed, "Well, no, but I still think I could have got my own chair," she said slightly indignantly, and Sirius smirked at her.

"I'm sure you could have done poppet, you are very capable." Her eyes flashed at his tease, and Sirius resisted the urge to bop her on the nose, lest she bit his finger. "But I like having you in my lap, and you should respect your elders and let me have my way."

She snorted, "That argument can't work forever you know."

The casual mention of forever made Sirius grip her hips a little tighter, and he buried his face in her hair, gaining a few awws from around the table and making Hermione squirm in his lap.

As it turned out, the responses of their friends to their new 'relationship status' were somewhat muted. Those within the core group had seen it coming for an age, and if anything, were just relieved that they weren't going to accidentally put their foot in it with either one of them. Any concerns they might have had were now long forgotten, after months of watching the pair bind themselves around each other. Sirius found, with a little surprise, that some of the others, ex Order members and the like had already assumed they were dating.

It was a couple of months later that Sirius remembered the pool their friends had been running, having not thought about it since it came up at the awkward dinner party. It came to mind suddenly after his third pint on a night out with the rabble of boys, and he asked what had happened.

Remus had won it turned out, which gained a questioning glance from Sirius, he hadn't even been aware his mate had participated. Though apparently Tonks, Ginny and Fleur were all contesting his win, claiming the werewolf had 'insider information'. Which Sirius could attest in his defence, that he bloody well didn't. No one knew he was going to try it with Hermione that night, not even him until it had happened.

The internal investigation was ongoing.

In the first few months that they spent moving from the 'Is this going to happen?' to 'Oh, shit we're doing this' phase of their relationship, nothing really changed. Except, as Sirius loved to point out, they got a little less sleep.

Hermione went to work, Sirius pottered around the flat, rode his bike and spent a bit more time managing his family holdings. They split housework, went to the pub at weekends, babysat for James and Teddy and Hermione still did most of the cooking. They still fought, and sometimes, and now that more emotions were involved the occasional bigger fight would slip in.

Sirius mused that before they were really dating the majority of their arguments had been minor frustrations with each other, or, more commonly, disagreements about house related things. 'Why did you leave the lid off the toothpaste', 'You didn't re-close the garage after you went in, my bike's in there'. Those kind of things, but now, on occasion, it was other stuff, emotional stuff, deeper stuff. 'I told you this on Wednesday, why do you never listen?', 'No, I don't think that disappearing for four hours to read a book is an okay way to behave in a couple'.

But even in those fights, harder as they were, there was always a line, a barrier that he never crossed, and Sirius got the sense that there was one on Hermione's side, that prevented her from overstepping too. So there were issues that they didn't press and fall outs they shrugged off, because, as much as the little witch infuriated him like one on else on the planet, he was hers, and Sirius couldn't even imagine hurting her.

The one upside to the fighting that Sirius found incredibly easy to live with, was the required making up. He may not have always been the best at conveying how he felt, especially when his blood was up, but he had no problem with showing Hermione, he was sorry. When they would make up Sirius would ensure that it was always more than any other time that they were together, so that Hermione always knew what he meant. Sirius would move her chin to make sure she was really looking at him before he touched her. Would make sure that his fingertips had made contact with every square inch of her skin before he entered her. And he always made sure that he had huskily told her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her before he came.

And the real magic, the magic of being with Hermione was that it was all forgotten. Not like the lingering arguments in the home of his childhood, no, with Hermione it all got swept away. She said her piece, her little nose in the air, squawking at him like a mad thing but once it was over, it was done.

Nothing had fundamentally changed, except that maybe all the little mundane things somehow felt a bit more fun. They ate together, they watched movies, Hermione wore his shirts around the house, and he kept trying to get her on his motorbike.

Everything was shared, all except their home.

Sirius has always loved Hermione's flat, when he first started coming there it was because the cosy space was the antithesis of his family home, then it was because it was Hermione's home. Being there meant finding out about her, becoming a fixture in her life. Now though? He thought he might like to redress the balance.

Sirius walked home with more than his usual spring in his step, the weather was getting colder, but it wasn't the dropping temperature that was causing his briskness. It was the sheet of parchment that felt like it was burning a hole where he had stashed it, folded up in his back pocket. He checked the time again as he walked through the front door, shaking off the cold from outside. Hermione would be home in twenty minutes, which gave him ample time to make a start on dinner and begin planning what he was going to say.

Only when Sirius walked into the kitchen, Hermione was already home, and considering she was in a plain knit dress, the kind she normally wore around the flat, she must have been back for a while. She was facing away from him, her hair braided back from her face haphazardly, everything typical, but there was a tenseness about the room that made him pause. Hermione didn't immediately turn when he walked in, though she couldn't have failed to hear his approach with his thick boots. On edge, Sirius' eyes scanned the room. They didn't get far.

The kitchen table was clear, for once, typically allsorts were covering it, papers, Hermione's work, bills, etc. but all of that clutter was gone. The only thing on there, placed right in the middle, was what Sirius had come to think of in his head as 'the Regulus Box'.

Sirius sucked in a breath feeling instantly defensive. He still hadn't touched it since they had moved in. When he had tucked it into the back of the wardrobe it was with the express intention that he would go through it, face what he needed to. But he hadn't. He hadn't forgotten about it, far from it, in fact, sometimes he would stop to hover in front of the cupboard that he put it in, almost taunting himself to go through with it. But thus far he had never got further than laying his hand on the door, let alone opening the box.

Hermione had never brought it up, though she caught him a few times, pacing in front of the closed doors. The first time Sirius had thought she would say something, they could both be pushy and stubborn, a bad combination when one person thought they were right. He had even mentally prepared his defence, but he hadn't needed it. Hermione had walked up and looped her hands around his middle until he untensed and returned the unexpected embrace. Then she had pulled him out of the room to help with dinner, and they hadn't even discussed it. He'd spent nearly an hour with his head between her thighs that night, as she trembled beneath him, incoherently babbling and praying to gods Muggle and magical alike. He couldn't talk about it, not even with her, not yet, and she understood.

So Sirius couldn't understand why it would be there now. What was she trying to achieve?

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice was colder than even he had expected, but he didn't make a move to caveat his tone with soft words.

Hermione shifted slightly, turning to face him hesitantly, and leaning against the work surface behind her, with the island separating them. The realisation that she was nervous did nothing to ease Sirius' mounting temper.

"I thought we might need to go through it," she said weakly, gesturing towards the box, his eyes scooted over to it for a moment, releasing a breath through his nose when he saw it was still sealed.

"Why?" He snapped, uncomfortable with being pressed to do something he didn't feel ready for, he might never feel ready for. He stepped forward, his former cheerfulness forgotten as he rounded the island and almost growled as Hermione averted her eyes.

"Well erm-"

"Hermione," he interrupted shortly.

She winced, and it pierced the bubble of his irritation, instantly turning his fury to worry as he stepped closer.

"What is it," she began, looking at the tiled floor, "it's… it's," she tried before she sagged and looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, before gripping the work surface behind her tighter. "And I thought that, well, if you wanted… it… the baby… and me, I mean. If you wanted him or her... to be a Black, then maybe you might want the option of the name, his name, but that you'd probably want to go through the box first," Hermione rambled, and Sirius was sure his heart had stopped beating.

"Pregnant?" He said, in a voice he didn't recognise, stepping forward as she nodded, the action dislodging the tears that had been swimming in her eyes.

Hermione sucked in a breath, "I don't know why I took out the box, I was coming back from the healers, and I just didn't think. As soon as I heard the door go, it came to me that it probably wasn't the best idea."

Acting instinctively and hating that she wasn't looking at him, Sirius gripped Hermione around the waist gently and lifted her onto the counter. When she still wouldn't look up, he put his hands on her cheeks, dropping his face to meet hers. "Why? Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" she began quietly, but Sirius interrupted her.

"Why would I not want you?" he asked totally baffled by her apparent fear over his reaction.

Her bottom lip trembled a bit, "Well, we've never really… Everything just went so smoothly and I… We never discussed this… and I love you, like I really, really love you and I just..." she offered hesitantly, and Sirius leant forward to kiss her softly, pulling away and holding her face in front of his.

"Hermione, I will always want you, I will never leave you. You are my whole world and everything in it." He moved a hand from her face to cup her stomach, "We're having… our baby?" he questioned, and she nodded against his chest as she burrowed into him.

"Well, stop with the tears then," he commanded roughly, coughing the emotion out of his own throat and Hermione melted against his touch.

"Sorry," she said groggily, "I don't' know why I got so scared and everything."

Sirius brought his arms around her and held her tightly for a moment, letting the heightened emotions drain out of both of them. He couldn't believe that Hermione had thought he might have reacted badly, this was more than anything he could have ever dreamed of. But for the girl in his arms, the one who was still quite young, he knew it must have been a bit of a shock.

Sirius bent down towards the ground, hovering in a crouch so that he could kiss the arches of Hermione's feet, trailing kisses over her ankles and calves before his mouth met her thighs, looking up to smile at her before he blew a puff of hot air against her knickers.

"Sirius," Hermione admonished, despite how her head had dropped back against the kitchen unit and her cheeks had flushed. "Not in the kitchen. This is where we eat."

Sirius let out a bit of a laugh, proud of his ability to distract her. "I know love, that's what I'm planning."

"Sirius!" She laughed out, while he trailed his tongue over the scalloped edge of her knickers, his tongue silencing any remaining protest.

"Anyway," he continued, "Aren't women supposed to be horny when their pregnant?"

"Not until the second trimester," Hermione replied, slightly breathily.

Of course, she would already know, Sirius thought to himself, though he mentally squirrelled the information away as something he would need to talk to Moony about. He had just made it to the bit where he was going to banish her knickers entirely when the sound of the floo activating rang out in the kitchen, and the unmistakable sound of Harry's footsteps came into the hall.

"Guys, you in the kitchen?" He called out.

"I wouldn't come in if I were you, Harry," Sirius bellowed in reply, "Me and Hermione are very busy."

Hermione hit him with a plastic spatula, which was largely ineffectual, in her defence, as Sirius later found out, she had been reaching for the kettle, but it had been just that bit too far.

The water sloshed quietly around him, and Sirius was content to merely float alongside Hermione, occasionally pushing her lilo around the pool. They had come to the South of France, to a little white washed villa that he had convinced Hermione they should retreat to, while they were having work done on the new house, their house.

Somehow after the news of the baby, telling her about the house he had seen all those months before had been anticlimactic. In fact, he had almost forgotten about the particulars that previously been burning a hole in his pocket. By the time Harry had warily come into the kitchen to be greeted by a flushed Hermione and an unrepentant Sirius he had been told the good news and immediately left to go and get Ginny. A couple of hours later they had a house full of well-wishers, and it had only been later that evening, as they got into bed, that Sirius told her about it. As usual, she surprised him by how excited she got. He had been worried that Hermione might have thought it was too quick, or be reluctant to leave her little haven. But no of those protests emerged, he supposed things were very different now that she was carrying his child.

At the thought Sirius leant up slightly, applying only gentle pressure to her float, so he didn't end up toppling her into the water like he did on their first day. Hermione didn't even blink until he laid a kiss on the soft swell of her stomach. A small smile played at her lips, and she carded her fingers through the ends of his hair as he sunk back down into the water.

They'd had the three-month scan before they left, Sirius almost knocking people over in St Mungo's he was so excited. Hermione was just starting to show a little now, and it had been the perfect time to make the move before she got too stressed. Remembering Hermione's stubborn face and the dungarees she had purchased, Sirius had decided to circumvent her inevitable protests that she could help, and instead, took her away.

Everyone had been over the bloody moon about the baby, Sirius had expected a few more 'that was quick' type of comments, but what he got was 'in your time of life Sirius it's best not to hang around', which he could have resented, he wasn't fond of people mentioning the age difference. But he found it difficult to maintain annoyance for very long at present. Especially when he achieved one of his life ambitions by silencing Minerva McGonagall.

His old head of house had been struck dumb for a long minute when she found out the news, the intelligence that he and Hermione were even seeing each other having surprisingly not got back to her yet. Sirius had waited, almost bouncing in anticipation, for the headmistress to unleash hell for his defiling of one of her favourites. What he hadn't expected was for the old witch to blink away tears before fingering one of his witch's curls affectionately.

"Look after him, Hermione, after all these years, I think he's earned it."

When they went to the pub straight after, Hermione willingly sat in his lap, without him even having to ask first.

Sirius leant his head back in the water, noting how the sun had moved higher in the clear sky. They were going to have to go in soon. Not that he wasn't enjoying cataloguing the emergence of Hermione's previously hidden freckles, but he wasn't sure it was good for her to be out there too long.

He couldn't remember having been on a holiday before, not since school, and certainly not one like this. Holidays in his youth had been about meeting family, strengthening existing alliances and building new ones. This, this was actually relaxing.

"Can you push me over to the shallow end?" Hermione asked suddenly, and Sirius moved to grip the side of her lilo.

"Yes M'lady," he said teasingly as he reached the part of the secluded pool where his feet reached the bottom. She hit him with her book. "You getting out?"

"No, just want to get in the water for a little bit to cool off."

Sirius sat on the submerged steps at the edge and pulled Hermione over to his lap as she sunk into the shallow water. Her legs are straddling his so he could feel her tummy against his stomach as he stroked her back.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly.

"A little better thank you," she murmured, laying her head against his damp chest and Sirius breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been incredibly poorly over the last couple of weeks, and despite Moony's repeated warnings about morning sickness, it hadn't quite registered with Sirius how it could occur all of the time. Or how mad Hermione would get when he suggested that she might feel better if she stopped eating Nutella, straight out of the tub.

But now, now it was all peace.

Sirius attached the last balloon to the shiny black door of their newish home and walked back inside. Hermione had been insistent about balloons, something Sirius couldn't understand. He could have done anything, charmed the whole door to flash, or set streamers to go off in every doorway, but she wanted balloons, Muggle ones, in soft yellow and green, so that was what he had done.

Hermione was padding around in the kitchen when he came back through, opening and closing doors in frustration as she will still getting used to the new layout, and Sirius stopped to stare at her from the door, leaning against the frame.

"Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, love, you know me so well."

She giggled as he came up behind her, securing her to him, his hands on her growing bump as she tried to put the prepared food out on the sides before the girls arrived. Sirius made a general nuisance of himself until she finally gave up trying and sat at the table as he had intended.

"Don't pout at me, you know you're under strict instructions to not be the 'host' today," he cajoled, stepping to the kettle to make her a cup of tea.

"I was only doing a few bits," she protested, and Sirius raised a knowing brow at her, "Okay fine, I'll leave it."

"See that you do," he muttered as he followed her earlier behaviour and opened three cupboards before he found the mugs. He wanted Hermione to calm down, but it was like trying to hold back the tide and about as effective as shouting into the wind. But, he was determined that her baby shower would be a day where she would sit back and let herself be looked after for once.

Hermione had evidently heard his little muttered comment, he was going to have to get so much better at doing that covertly, and she fixed him with a pointed look as he handed her the tea cup. "Oh yes, or what?" she asked sharply.

Sirius was undeterred. He thought it might come to this. "I'll tell Fleur and Tonks," he answered, crossing his arms and watched as she puffed herself in indignation before she sagged.

"Fine," she muttered petulantly, and Sirius hid his smile behind his own cup.

Sirius was rescued from the frankly terrifying prospect of the baby shower that was underway in his new home by Remus, who popped up and dragged him away to the pub. Which was another one that the Twins had supposedly found, though Sirius still held some faith that these Weasley's new about what was important on a night out, faith that was rewarded when they walked into the quiet, Muggle London pub, with real ale on tap and a pre-reserved area of comfortable seats.

Not surprisingly, as it was the reason they were all out, the topic of Hermione, and their upcoming baby arose pretty quickly.

"So," Harry began, swirling the dregs of his pint a little, "When are you going to ask her to marry you?" He asked, puffing his chest out a little. Sirius had to very deliberately avoid looking at Remus to stop himself from laughing. Though he was touched, on Hermione's behalf, by Harry's attempt at guardian like behaviour.

"I'm not," he answered honestly and then couldn't hold back the laughter at the table of shocked faces that looked back at him.

"... Why not…"

"... I thought you loved her?"

"... You're having a kid, shouldn't you be married?"

Sirius put his hands up to shush the protesting voices, "Look, we talked about it, I love her, of course, I do. Who wouldn't? But Hermione didn't want to be a pregnant bride, and I wasn't that bothered anyway as long as she's mine, so the wedding can wait. After all, this is Hermione we're talking about; she might end up asking me."

Leaving some faces still looking at him in bafflement, Sirius excused himself to get a round in, and Remus followed closely in his wake.

"I call bullshit," his friend said immediately, and Sirius sighed.

"I want her to be my wife," Sirius admitted, not seeing the point of arguing with his friend, "but I didn't get to asking, that bit was true. We talked about it, Hermione didn't want to be pregnant on her wedding day."

"And?" Remus pushed knowingly, "Forgive me Sirius, but as Hermione is one of the least vain people I have ever met I can't imagine that was the only reason, and I know you're intelligent to enough to have picked up on that, so what's really going on."

Sirius turned away for a moment, calling his order out to the barman and dropped his tone. "She didn't want people to view the wedding as something we were doing because of the baby, the papers have already caused a right fuss as it is."

Remus nodded, the Daily Prophet had run a few headlines since news of the paternity of the 'Golden Girl's' baby was revealed. Very few of them favourable.

"It's all fine," Sirius said with a quick wave of his hand, "we will get married afterwards, quietly, then I'll have everything I want, it's a small concession when you think about it," Sirius continued.

"Merlin, you're even beginning to sound like her," Remus teased with a huge grin on his face.

"Shut your face Moony, anyway, while it's just us," Sirius made a covert glance to make sure no one else was looking. "Something else Hermione and I have talked about, we'd like you to be godfather, for 'as yet unknown baby Black', you up for it?"

Remus looked momentarily stunned, "I had thought, well, Harry-"

"We discussed Harry but, if this is about who I would like to take care of them if anything ever happened to Hermione and me, well, I would like that to be you, that okay?"

"It's… it's more than okay Pads; I would be honoured."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, great," Sirius confirmed clapping his hands together as the barman returned with the order, you can get these and I won't tell them at the table that you cried."

"I didn't cry," Remus protested, but Sirius was already on his way back.

Sirius walked up the staircase behind Hermione, with his hand firmly pressed against her lower back. He would have carried her, he kept saying that he didn't mind, but she protested she was okay, and she may have been right. Sirius had always known that Hermione had an unbelievable amount of strength, but in those last few hours, as she laid back, sweat-drenched, and almost growling she had surpassed every held belief he had about her, about anything.

Sirius mused several times, while sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, that it would be impossible to watch any woman give birth without falling a little bit in love with them, it was seeing someone at their absolute best, in his opinion. Not that he was able to test his new theory, he had been hopeless over Hermione long before the contractions started.

He guided her to the master bedroom and plopped the Moses basket down next to her as Hermione immediately laid down. They had talked about having a shower when they got home, but now they were there it was all he could do not to fall asleep, and he hadn't even done any of the hard work. Though he had fretted for England. Every little cry, every laboured pant Hermione made, Sirius felt like he could feel it. It was the most useless he had ever felt in this life.

Then, suddenly, it was all done, and a pink-swaddled mass was being handed to him. A couple of dark curls poking out from the top of the sky blue hospital blankets as the midwives cooed about what a mop 'the little man' had.

"Well, it's not exactly surprising is it?" Sirius had said, more to himself than anyone else, his eyes only for the tiny person in his arms, though he heard Hermione's soft laughter. If he was sure of one thing, it was that his son, his son, would never be in want of more hair.

Or more love. He would never want for that.

When the nurses had finished with Hermione, she looked utterly spent, and Sirius walked over to place the baby into her arms, manoeuvring the rumpled bedding to sit at the side of her, pulling her to rest back against his chest while she pushed one of her delicate fingers through the baby's grasping hand.

"Hi Reggie," she murmured.

Sirius did cry then. He'd managed to hold back until that point, too frightened that something might happen to give himself over to emotion. He wasn't embarrassed by them, though, especially a little while later, when everyone else had barrelled into the room. By that point to not have been wiping his eyes would have put him firmly in the minority.

Remus was a little overwhelmed when he got his turn to hold the baby, and for once in their long friendship, Sirius didn't tease him. He punched his arm, affectionately, when Reggie had safely been passed over to Tonks, and Remus mock glared at him.

"Can't believe you'd make a baby that cute," he muttered.

"Like you would ever doubt it, look at me," Sirius answered jovially, unable to contain any of his happiness.

Remus snorted, and then there was a pause. "I never thought I'd see this you know," he muttered, as Tonks handed the baby back to Hermione. The clumsy Auror brushed some of the limp hair out of Hermione's face but soon gave up and shouted for Fleur, who came over to braid it back.

"Me neither," Sirius replied not taking his eyes off them. His little family.

Now, back at their house, Sirius just about managed to kick his boots off before laying back on the bed, his head resting against Hermione's with the Moses basket in between them.

"Shall I put a film on love?" He asked as he sat up on his elbows to look at Reggie who was one step ahead of his parents, already being already fast asleep.

"Sure," Hermione replied with a yawn, snuggling against the covers and Sirius leant over to kiss her on top of her head.

"What do you fancy?"

"You pick."

Lay with me, I'll lay with you
We'll do the things that lovers do
Put the stars in our eyes
And with heart shaped bruises
And late night kisses
Devine

Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees [2007]

A/N Sorry it's taken so long to get this final chapter up. I have been working pretty solidly on redrafting another of my stories which has taken all my free time in the last few weeks. Thank you to everyone that has read, reviewed and added to lists along the way, this has been a really fun one to write. I have another, longer, Sirimione planned but looking at my 'coming up list' I'm not sure when I will get to it.

In the meantime I have an unrelated Sirimione one shot on my page called Ursa Major and, if you haven't done so already, I would highly recommend Seasons by Synoir (a recently completed Sirimione) which is just fantastic.