A/N: So, this is it. I'm sorry it took forever. My computer crashed and took my files, so I had to re-write this. I felt it was a good stopping point for the story, and I felt anything after this would be just dragging things out and boring, so this is the end. Thanks to everyone who has followed this story, and who has reviewed. You all rock!

Black Manor was a large estate in the countryside a couple miles from Malfoy Manor. The first time Sirius had taken his new bride to it she protested, it was too large, more house than she had time to keep clean. But there he held his first of many surprises- Winky had agreed to come work at the manor, and, after much negotiations, she had agreed to a maximum of twelve hour days, two days off a month, and a sickle a week wages. Hermione had started to protest that this wasn't nearly enough, but Sirius had told her about how much of a fight it had been to get her to agree to those terms, and she stayed quiet. Winky seemed happy to have a house to care for again, and her self destructive behaviors had almost completely stopped.

There were two weeks left before September 1st, and it felt strange for Hermione not to be going back to Hogwarts. It was sad in a way, like moving away from home. But she didn't have much time to dwell on the fact. She had enrolled in a nearby Wizarding University, studying Wizarding Law, and her classes would also start on the first. She had been working hard to get everything she needed together, converting one of the family's many spare rooms into a study area, and updating the library with a plethora of new books that might help her in her studies. The whole time Sirius was being very supportive, and a little secretive.

That morning Hermione was up early, but Sirius couldn't find her, though he would be the first to admit he didn't search too much. One nice thing about being married to Hermione Black, nee Granger, was the safety in the knowledge that if there was ever a witch who could take care of herself, it was her.

Ten o'clock came, and he left for his meeting with George Weasley. He hadn't been back to the Hogsmeade store since he and Hermione had left on their trip. Ron was there, working as the interim manager, though he had no idea that that position would soon be more permanent. Sirius wasn't too fond of running the whole business aspect of the shop, he liked relying on the goblins to deal with his money and not having to worry about it in the slightest.

He got home at four, the meeting running much longer than he thought. Bloody paperwork. As much of a prankster as George was, he wanted to make sure everything was eventually done by the book. The boy had a surprising mind for business.

He didn't see or hear Hermione immediately, so he walked up the stairs to where he was almost positive that she would be, and his hunch didn't disappoint. He quietly opened the door to the library, and was greeted with the sight of her curled up on the couch, a book spread across her lap. Her brow was furrowed slightly, and she was gently nibbling on her bottom lip, the sign she was really engrossed in what she was reading. He leaned forward a little, but couldn't catch the title of the book.

"Knock, knock, love," he said, sauntering into the room.

"Afternoon, sweetheart," she smiled back, putting the book down on the table next to her. Whether she had meant to place the book title side down was suspicious, she did look careful about it's placement, but that could always been attributed to her love of anything involving the written word.

"Good day today?" he asked.

An almost mischievous smile played across her lips, and he felt slightly concerned. "An excellent day today," she replied.

"What did you do? You were gone early."

"Oh, just a few errands," she said vaguely, and the pit in his stomach grew. "How did your meeting go?"

"It went well."

"I thought so. By the way, you got an owl," she said, nodding towards a letter on the table.

From across the room he could see the Hogwarts crest adorning the outside of the envelope.

"Oh, right," he muttered, summoning the envelope. "Did you read it?"

"Of course not. It's your mail," she shrugged.

He mumbled something unintelligible in response, and shoved the letter in his pocket. He had a good idea of what it was about, and it was high time to confess everything to Hermione.

"Can I talk to you, love?" he asked, scooting closer to her and taking her hand.

She smiled knowingly and nodded, eyes locking onto his.

"I quit my job today," he said.

She nodded like this was no big surprise.

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be?" she shrugged. "You're obscenely rich, you have the opportunity to do whatever you want, even if it's nothing."

"I'm still a little young to be doing nothing, kitten," he purred into her hair.

"Whatever you say, old man," she giggled.

"Cheeky little witch," he smiled, kissing her cheek.

"I'm assuming you have an idea of what you're going to do, if you've already quit."

"Yes, well, there was a position I had to turn down last year in the interest of being able to be with you without people talking about how scandalous it might be."

"So, you're the new DADA professor," she stated.

"How did you...?" he asked in surprise.

"I sort of figured it out when the Hogwarts letter came. I went to get some money out of our Gringotts account earlier, and the number was higher than I thought we had, so I asked to look at our ledger, and saw that George had made a payment, much larger than your normal paycheck, and I realized he must be in the process of paying back the loan for the Hogsmeade store. So I figured you would be quitting. And then the Hogwarts letter came addressed to you, and I figured it was either information on your new job, or a reunion of sorts, and I doubt they do 21-year get-togethers."

"Brightest witch I've ever met," he chuckled.

"I know," she replied with a smile. "Do you have everything you need together? Do you need help setting up grading, class schedules, curriculum..."

"Love," he interrupted. "Do you honestly think that Minerva McGonagall has not been riding me regarding the same things? I'm good. Everything has been set for a while, since I agreed to take the position back in February."

"That long?"

"Yes. She knew the position was going to be open, and she knew I would be interested as soon as you weren't a student anymore, so she contacted me. I started talking to George, who said that Ron was interested in helping him, and that we would start making the transition as soon as Ron graduated. It's been pretty seamless, and Ron is enjoying himself enough that it's probably not going to take much to convince him to make his position permanent. So George and I hammered out a repayment plan for the investment I made, and today I finished signing the paperwork, and he had the first of the payments moved to my Gringotts account."

"That's really smart of you," she beamed.

"I have it in me on occasion. Now, where were you off to on this beautiful day?"

"Just out and about. I did a little shopping, went out to eat with Ginny, went to a healer visit..."

"Healer?" his brow furrowed in concern. "Is something wrong."

She placed a hand on his face and gazed intensely into his eyes. "Nothing is wrong. I promise. It was a routine visit."

"A routine visit for what?"

She pretended she didn't hear him. "I have something I want to show you," she said, standing up quickly. She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the room, turning towards their master bedroom. He was about to comment about how he liked her thinking when she stopped.

"No peeking," she said, turning him towards an empty guest room and placing her hands over his eyes.

"Did you convert the guest room into a sex dungeon?" he teased.

She took her hand off his eyes to slap him across the back of the head. "You're awful, Sirius Black," she muttered as she replaced the hand over his eyes, and he could tell she was rolling her eyes at him.

"You know you love me," he shot back as he heard the door swing open before him.

"Sometimes I wonder why," she giggled as she pushed him into the room. He walked forward a few paces, until she tugged him to get him to stop.

"Am I allowed to look now?"

"Yes," she replied, taking her hands off his eyes. He opened them excitedly, and his eyes swept around the room. Winky was just finishing painting the walls a Gryffindor red. A rocker had been placed in one corner, a large, unopened box sitting next to it. A dresser he recognized as the one that used to sit in his room at Grimmauld Place was waiting, the stuff to refurbish the old piece of furniture sitting atop it.

"I wanted your input on where to put it," she said, motioning towards the box. He walked curiously up to it, and turned his head to read what was written on the side. '4-Way Convertible Crib'.

His head shot up, his mouth falling open. He looked at Hermione, at a loss for words.

"The rest of the furniture is getting delivered tomorrow," she smiled.

"You're..." he started, but he could hardly dare to say it.

"Six and a half weeks," she nodded. "A boy."

He crossed the floor, fell to his knees, pushed her shirt up just past her navel, and stared at her stomach. "Six and a half weeks," he muttered, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips to her bare skin.

"I guess we had more fun than we thought on our honeymoon," she smirked.

He laughed, jumping up and kissing her passionately. A million thoughts were flying through his head, but it was one that flew forth when their lips parted.

"But what about University?"

"I figured that if I'm going to carry the bane of the Black family, I could afford to take a year off to make sure everything goes well."

He laughed, but suddenly panic overtook him. "What are you doing standing? Sit, sit. Winky, get her some water and something to eat..."

"Sirius!" Hermione laughed, pressing a hand over his mouth to quiet him "I am going to be fine. I don't need to stay off my feet until this baby is born. But I'm not going to make it if you're going to freak out about things."

"I'm sorry," he took a deep breath. "It's just, I don't think I've ever been this excited."

"I'm sure you were when Gryffindor was one game away from winning the House Cup or something."

He thought about it for a second. "No. This one wins," he smirked before he started kissing her again.