Sirius’s head rested against your swollen stomach, arms wrapped securely around your waist as if he could shield you both from the weight of the world. He traced slow, lazy circles over your skin beneath your sweater, listening—feeling—every tiny movement.

Then, a sudden nudge.

He grinned. “Merlin, did you feel that?”

You laughed, breathless. “Yes, Pads, I felt it.”

He shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you, grey eyes alight with something between excitement and absolute awe. “Two of them. I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

You reached out, brushing a lock of dark hair from his face. “We’re seventeen, Sirius. No one expects us to have it figured out.”

His expression softened, fingers splaying wide over your belly. “Doesn’t mean I won’t try.”

You swallowed hard, overwhelmed for a moment by how much he meant it.

Sirius leaned down again, pressing a soft kiss where one of the babies had just kicked. “You two better know how lucky you are,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Because I already love you more than anything in this world.”

You bit your lip, emotion swelling in your chest as you reached for his hand, squeezing it tight. “They’re lucky, yeah… but so am I.”