Chapter Seven

Lily Potter rolled her eyes as she heard the familiar growl of Sirius' motorbike pulling in outside, sitting where she was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. She got up to answer the door before Sirius even had the chance to ring the bell and was surprised as she was suddenly being swung around by strong arms around her waist. Her head was starting to spin before she was finally released and Sirius planted a big kiss right on her lips.

"Sirius, what the...?"

"Keep your arms off my woman, Black." James warned jokily, though he looked slightly confused as to why his gay best friend was kissing his wife. His confusion was only increased as he received a big slobbery kiss on his lips, too. "What's with you?"

"I visited the library yesterday," Sirius sang happily as he flipped himself over the back of the Potters' sofa, his body taking up the entire seat as he kicked his shoes off the end. Lily tutted as she came over to tidy them away, but she was interested in the latest gossip.

"Oh, Sirius, you finally talked to Remus. I'm so pleased!"

"He didn't just talk to him. Mere talking would not cause this reaction in Sirius Black. You shagged, didn't you?" James said, knowingly.

"Nope."

"I knew i- wait, what?"

"We didn't shag. But we didn't just talk either," Sirius replied, waggling his eyebrows at Lily, who blushed.

"I don't want to know where your mouth has been before you kissed us, Sirius." James complained.

"No you don't. You really really don't," Sirius said proudly.

"Aw, no. Don't go there," James wiped his mouth aggressively, but Lily just giggled. James tried to change the subject, "So you haven't shagged?"

Sirius shook his head. "No, but I can tell it's going to be incredible. Remus is so hot. Tell him, Lily."

"He is pretty delicious," Lily admitted.

"I'm sure, but why haven't you slept with him yet?" James wasn't a fan of Sirius' wild lifestyle in which he slept with strangers on their first date (if you could call meeting someone in a club a date) and then promptly forgot their names and never spoke of them again after the initial brag to James about how much better his sex life was, not being pinned down by one person and all that. However, such a sudden change worried James even if he had been hoping Sirius would finally settle down one of these days.

"Just haven't got to that stage, yet." Sirius said, looking a little uncomfortable.

"So once you do, with that be the end of that?" James asked.

"James, don't be so blunt," Lily warned.

"Well, Sirius?" he asked, ignoring his wife.

"I hope not," Sirius admitted. "I really like him, James."

James stared down at a fidgeting Sirius, searching for any sign of a lie. After a few awkwardly silent moments, James' face broke into a large grin and he clapped his hand on Sirius' shoulder.

"Good for you, mate. You're finally moving on, getting over-"

"DON'T." Sirius almost shouted. "We agreed we wouldn't talk about it."

"OK, but I hope you know just because that bastard fucked you over doesn't mean Remus will."

"James. Language." Lily insisted, this time placing a hand over her lower belly protectively. Sirius noticed this small movement and looked between his two friends in shock.

"Wait. No! No way! You're pregnant!" he exclaimed, bouncing onto his knees on the sofa.

"Yes," Lily gushed, a happy tear falling down her face. James put his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"That's brilliant! How long have you known?"

"A couple of months, we wanted to wait a while, you know, to make sure." James explained.

"Well I think this calls for another kiss!" Sirius cried, leaping back over the back of the sofa. "Of congratulations! Each!"

"No! Sirius!" James cried over his shoulder as he was chased out of the room by a bounding Sirius Black.

Lily chuckled, "you are going to love your uncle Sirius," she whispered, continuing to affectionately rub her belly.