CANNONBALL ⇒ jegulus

SIXTEEN

"Alright," Sirius says as he plops down onto their shared bed next to Remus. He props himself up with his elbow, his cheek resting within his palm. "What's wrong with my angel boy? What's botherin' ya, Moons?" He asks.

Remus shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm fine?" He offers with a slight raise of his eyebrows this time.

Sirius sighs, tutting sofly. "I know my Moony, and this," He gestures to Remus' glum persona and grimly demeanor. "Isn't my Moony,"

"Love, I'm fine, okay? Just a little tired from tonight's show. That's all," Remus replies sternly.

"Remus-"

"Sirius, I said I'm fine, so drop it,"

Sirius huffs. "You're not fine, you've been touchy since before we went on stage. You're not being yourself," He pries. "What's got you so down this evening, baby? Ever since Reggie bloody threw his guts up, you've been so-" It hits Sirius suddenly. "Oh...." His tone raises slightly.

Remus nods, wordlessly; unable to muster up the courage to find his words.

Sirius takes his boyfriend's hand in his. "This is...this is about a few years ago then, isn't it?" He inquires softly. But they both know the answer is yes.

Remus nods once more. He sighs before, "I told Reg when he told me he was expecting. I-I told him so I guess I'm too blame because I brought it all back up for myself and I don't think that," Remus pauses. "I don't think that it registered for me that he really is pregnant until I watched him vomit all over the floor and his shirt," He wrinkles his nose slightly. "It was disgusting, but,"

"But it made you think of us and what happened to us relating babies," Sirius finishes for his boyfriend. He feels Remus rest his head against his shoulder. "You don't......you don't want a baby," He heistates. "Do you?"

Remus shakes his head. "Maybe at some stage but not right now," He answers firmly. "Maybe when we're ready," He murmurs. He rubs his eyes. "We're touring, no place to start trying to get pregnant and have a baby, we're only getting bloody started with this band of ours, eh?" He adds. "So it just makes ya wonder, y'know, when is our time? When do we get to have a family?"

"Moony..."

Remus sighs, brown eyes looking up to Sirius. "Sometimes I just feel like we're running out of time, Pads,"

Sirius holds him that bit closer. "We have all the time in the world to have a baby; babies, even!" He chuckles softly. "One to name for each greatest rock legend that ever lived, mmh? We could have a John Lennon Black, a bloody Jimi Hendrix Black, a Cyndi Lauper Black for God's sake! So don't worry about it, alright, love?"

Remus nods. "Alright, love," He replies with an amused yawn. "Sounds fine by me,"

Sirius ruffles his hair. "That's my gorgeous boy, eh? We'll get there, we're in no rush, honey,"

Remus smiles, leaning in for a quick peck. "I'm sorry I've been so antsy this evening, I love you, yeah? I love you enough to carry your bloody babies when the time comes, mmh? I just got a little riled...I guess it just got a little tough for me to see Reg where I thought I'd have to be a few years ago,"

Sirius nods, pressing soft kisses to Remus' cheek. Remus only smirks at him. "I love you so much, m'darling," He promises. "I love you enough to eventually put up with your cranky preggers ass when the time comes, eh?"

"Oi, shut up,"

The Marauders' final night in Liverpool consists of some of Sirius' favorite songs. Mary jives with Regulus' hand clutched tightly in hers during their final song; Under Pressure by Queen, by far Sirius' favorite; Regulus knows exactly why.