A/N: Okay, so I was accused of never writing anything “warm and fuzzy,” and just to prove that I CAN write without hurting characters, I’m writing a bit of a fuzzy moment between Sirius & Lyria. Keep your barf bucket ready. Anyway, this one fits in almost anywhere after he escapes… if you’ve ready any of my other post-Azkaban type works you’ll see where it fits. And Platform934 RPers can just pop this in almost anywhere.
And this one’s thanks to Snuffles so curse/bless her when you’re finished.
It was positively abnormal. For one day, one single day, it looked as if nothing would go wrong.
“You sure you’re going to be able to get back up?” Sirius teased gently as Lyria sat down on the picnic blanket.
“If I can’t, it’s your fault,” his six-month-pregnant wife replied. “And *you’re* going to have to help me get up.”
“I bet I could manage that.” He sat down as well. It was the perfect fall day, just cool enough for Lyri to be comfortable and perfectly clear skies stretching overhead.
“But you think you could manage it if I were laying down?” She didn’t wait for a response, just stretched out and rested her head in his lap.
“Looks like we’ll find out.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead and then began playing with a stray piece of her hair. “If not, I reckon you’re in trouble.”
She laughed. “Wish we’d brought our brooms.”
“You shouldn’t be flying anyway. The little Padfoot would probably like it on the ground if he’s got to be upside down for a while anyway.”
“We should name him. Got any ideas?” Lyria closed her eyes as the baby in question moved.
“He’s kicking again, isn’t he?” Sirius gently placed a hand on her stomach.
“Mm-hmm. He’s been pretty active lately.”
“Caylan?”
“Any particular reason?”
“’Cause it popped into my head?”
She laughed softly. “Caylan it is. Now I have something to call him when I scold him for waking me up and making me fat.”
“You look great. And it’s only a few more months now.”
“You just like that you feel special ‘cause I’m pregnant and you did it.”
Sirius grinned appreciatively. “Yeah… I do like that you’re pregnant and I did it.”
“Again.”
He gently rubbed her stomach. “Which means clearly, you like it too.”
“Yeah… but you’re having the next one,” she told him.
Sirius snorted. “Yeah we’ll see.”
Lyria playfully swatted at him.
He caught her by the wrist and gently kissed the offending hand, pulling her upright. “Don’t want you choking on anything if we’re going to eat.”
“That’d probably be best.” The two shared a nice quiet lunch, warm sun and a nice breeze.
“It’s sort of weird not having the kids around,” Sirius admitted after a while, pulling Lyria close.
“Isn’t it? Though we can’t exactly escape little Caylan,” she joked.
He kissed the back of her neck gently. “Well I hope he doesn’t mind his dad kissing his mum.”
“Nah, I think he’s sleeping.”
“You really do look beautiful like that…” His hands came to rest on her stomach. “All cute and pregnant.”
Lyria rested her head against him. “I think I’ll take your word for it.”
“You should. You’re not a man, you aren’t entitled to think you’re cute.”
“You don’t make any sense. Stop talking.”
Sirius complied, and for a while Lyria just enjoyed the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest when he breathed.
He softly kissed her forehead. “Love you, Lyri,” he said softly.
“I love you too, Sirius… Think anyone’d bother us if we took a nap?”
“You actually planning to sleep?”
She laughed. “Yes, actually, I am.”
“Then I’ll stay awake and protect you.” He stretched out on the blanket, and Lyria curled up close next to him, resting her head against him.
“You make a pretty good pillow,” she told him.
“Well… good.”
She soon fell asleep, leaving Sirius to stroke her hair soothingly. Lyria didn’t nap for long, however; Caylan, it seemed, had other ideas, and after a while he kicked to wake her up. “Oof!”
“Now Caylan, that wasn’t nice.” Sirius told his son.
“I don’t think he cares,” Lyria replied. “Help me sit up?”
Sirius did so, even conjuring a bunch of nice pillows for her to lean against.
“Mmm… thank you, Siri.” She smiled.
“Welcome. Maybe I’ll even rub your feet, what do you think?”
“You mean you can find them?”
Sirius laughed and gently tugged her shoes off. “Well I’ve been able to so far, anyway.”
“Ohh… that’s nice. What do you want?” She teased.
“We can discuss that in a minute.” He winked and was rewarded with a soft laugh from Lyria. “For now I’m going to keep rubbing these poor little feet. You’re still getting around all right though, aren’t you? No swelling?”
“Nothing too bad,” she said. “Not enough to make me alter my schedule any.”
“Which is good news for everyone.” He rubbed her feet a while longer.
“Alright… so what *do* you want?”
“Just a kiss,” he said with an innocent air.
“Oh really?”
“Promise. I just want you to kiss me.”
“Then come here. You’re rather at the wrong end.”
He laughed but got away from her feet, sitting by her instead.
Lyria playfully tugged his collar and kissed him.
Sirius, of course, made use of the opportunity, pulling her closer and not letting her break the kiss… not that Lyri really complained.
“Good?” She asked.
He pretended to consider. “Satisfactory.”
She swatted him playfully again. “When we were in school, you were an annoying little berk, and you know something?”
“I’m still an annoying little berk?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Excellent.” He kissed her again.
She tugged his hair. “You should let me cut this. It’s getting long on you…”
“I went and got used to it that way.”
“But you just look so… handsome and respectable when it’s short. Maybe that’s why you won’t let me cut it.”
“Probably,” he agreed with a grin.
She smiled. “Oh come on, you can’t pretend to be twenty-one anymore. You’re a dad.”
“A few times now,” he agreed. “So *maybe* I’ll let you cut my hair.”
“Please?”
Sirius pretended to fall down in shock.
She swatted him… just as it started to rain.
Sirius got to his feet and helped Lyria up. She flicked her wand once, making the blanket tumble itself neatly into the basket, then enchanted the basket to follow them back. Sirius had pulled off his cloak and was covering them both with it.
“Thank you, Siri.”
“Welcome, beautiful.” He kissed her cheek. “Come on… let’s go before you get drenched.”
And they hurried to get inside.
A/N: ::vomit:: I don’t believe I just wrote this… they seem so… out of character and there’s no plot whatsoever… anyway, tell me what *you* think…
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