Lumos ⤳ sirius black

Chapter 84, "the Colonies."

*Lucys POV*

Molly's Miracle Potion, or MMP, as I like to call it, is a miracle potion, hence the name.

Molly has had enough children, 4 to be precise with another on the way, to know that morning sickness was a pain in the arse.

Now, knowing this, she sent both Lily and me her miracle potion for the morning sickness to leave. And it did, amazingly.

She had given it at just the right time because Sirius and I had decided to leave for Manhattan in a few days.

Days flew by until we apparated our way to the U.S. It had been a rather long process as the Americans were secretive after the events of Grindelwald, and Newt and Ari.

Wand permits already filled out and accepted, we resided in a luxurious hotel hence the surnames.

Respected worldwide, the wizarding surname "Black" had its privileges I liked to abuse, and Sirius had agreed to it.

Not-so-respected worldwide, the wizarding name "Ross" was respected in North America and Europe.

Don't ask.

"How are you liking it so far?" Padfoot asked me, "Its quite a fancy hotel isn't it?"

"It really is, can't believe we landed here."

"Yeah," Sirius said flopping on the bed, "Holy shit!"

"What?"

"This bed is really comfortable!"

I sat down on it. "Oh wow!"

"Right?"

"Think we can smuggle it out of here?"

"Lucy!....can we?"

~*~

Waking up early in the morning, I wandered around the suite, taking every little aspect in.

"Whatcu looking at?" Sirius said 

"It's none of your concern."

"It isn't?" He said dramatically, "My surname got me—"

"Our surname and got us."

"You little—"

I shut him up by planting a kiss on his lips. Sirius stood there a little defeat, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, uh, yeah."

Smirking, I made my way to the shower, hearing Sirius shout, "Wait!"

~*~

Leaving the hotel hand-in-hand, we wandered around Manhattan with no intention.

"I think you shouldn't really talk here, people make a big deal when someone has a British accent." I said, "And I still got a hint of mine so I'm safe from all people." I added with an American accent.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I remember one time, this woman came by our house when we lived here, and I remember the big deal we made-- why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason. I just love the way you look right now."

"So, only right now?"

"Oh no," he chuckled, "There are many other times that I enjoy looking at you like when w—"

"Padfoot!" I said, "There are children here!"

He looked around, "Where?"

I pointed to my belly.

"They didn't seem to mind it when we—"

"Okay, that's enough!"

"Alright, alright," he put his arms up in defeat. "But I was going to say something else."

"Which is?"

"I guess you'll never know now."

"Oh come on Padfoot," I said.

"Well, when you talk about things that you enjoy," Sirius started, "You sparkle. Your eyes get filled with emotions and it's just a huge color storm and it's just-"

I interrupted him with a kiss, "I love you, you know that?"

"Well I sure hope so because your ring cost a fortune."

I rolled my eyes. "Not funny?"

"Not funny."