Title: Bundle of joy

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lestrange!Female!Reader

Word count: 1.4

Published: 9 May 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: [Tumblr - Anonymous] 

"Because I love Drama and the Lestrange X Sirius so much - Could you do an extra OS where Lestrange tells him that she is pregnant? Before that she is very distant (Generally afraid of the pregnancy and afraid of becoming like her parents as a mother) and often met a healer from the Order to ask what she is allowed to do/ not to do. 😊 (Of course only if you have time to do it)"

Notes: Part of the series What they call home, but can be read separately.

Disclaimer: I have dug myself very deep into the Black and Lestrange family just to make sure that there were no incest in the story. I went back 300 years, until 1700 and I can confirm Blacks have not been related to the Lestranges, except Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) marrying Rodolphus Lestrange around 1968-70, pre-Wizarding War I. 

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It's been 2 weeks. 2 whole weeks since you found out. 14 days exactly. 336 hours, 20160 minutes, 1209600 seconds. However you kept calculating, it still felt like forever. There was no doubt, no way to avoid the inevitable. As you walked out of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, you were trying to grasp the idea of having a tiny human growing in your belly. A life that you were to nurture for the next 7 months within you. You were supposed to be happy, full of life, planning creative ways to tell all your loved ones. But how could you. The only thoughts that came to you were anything but positive. Your parents made your life a living hell, your bothers were death eaters and as difficult it was to admit it, you were one of them, even though you didn't agree with their views.

How were you supposed to raise a child when the only examples you have been taught were how to hate? How were you to raise a child when you didn't even know how to hold one? But most of all, how were you to tell Sirius, the man who meant more to you than anyone in your life? Children or family for that matter never came up in your conversations. You just couldn't imagine walking up to him, stating your findings as simple facts. The man would have gotten a heart attack.

You were seated in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and an enchanted polaroid photo of a tiny smudge that barely even resembled a baby just yet. You jumped in your seat as you heard the entrance door open and quickly hid the photo in your pocket. It wasn't the right time, you weren't ready to tell him just yet.

Sirius walked towards the kitchen, halting in the doorway, peeking in the room to catch a sight of you. "Hello, love," he called with a soft smile across his face. As he approached you, his steps felt heavy and uncertain. But it was no surprise to you. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked as he stepped beside you and hinted a small kiss on the top of your hair, but once again, just like you have done many times before, you pulled away from him.

"I'm— I'm good," you replied with a faux smile, trying to stop him from worrying, but you knew he realised your distant behaviour. He kneeled beside your chair, getting hold of your hands, holding them gently, drawing little circles on your knuckles.

"I know something is wrong. I know you are trying to hide something. If you are not ready to tell me, that is fine, but please don't lie to me," he pleaded with you as he left a small kiss on the back of your hand, reassuring you that he was ready to wait for you to open up.

"I just need you to give me a bit more time," you whispered, your breath shaky and uncertain as you squeezed Sirius' hands.

"As long as you need," he offered you a sweet and genuine smile as he let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks, kissing you on your lips. His mere touch always made you feel safe, as though nothing could ever hurt you. But you knew in that moment that you were more afraid than ever.

"I wish that was true," you sighed heavily, averting your eyes. "I'm scared, Sirius," you exhaled, leaning forward and placing your forehead in the crook of his neck.

"Love, what are you afraid of?" He asked in confusion, running his hand through the back of your hair, trying to sooth your worries.

"Will I be like them?" You asked, earning a questioning humming sound from Sirius. "Like my parents. Will I be as horrible as them? I'm their blood after all," you heaved a heavy sigh, your breath hitching as tears started escaping down your cheeks, soaking Sirius' thick coat.

"Where is this coming from?" He asked, stunned. "You are nothing like your parents or your brothers. You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met, both inside and out. And if you don't believe me, ask yourself, have I ever lied to you? As far as I'm concerned, I have not. You are nothing like your family. Can you please tell me where all this is coming from? You are making me really worried," he pleaded with you as he hinted a small kiss on your temple.

"Do you really think I'm nothing like them?" You asked as you leaned back to look into his smoky eyes, needing reassurance.

"Anything but, love," he replied with a soft smile, hoping to cheer you up, earning a small smile from you.

"Sirius— erm, I was thinking— what do you think about children?" You tried to bring up the subject as softly as you could. If you could, you could have delayed the inevitable, but as he kneeled in front of you with a worried look across his face, you knew you couldn't leave him in the dark any longer.

"Children?" He asked with a deep frown across his brows, your question catching him off guard. "I like them, I guess. I mean I have a really good relationship with Harry, Ron and Hermione and it seems little Teddy likes me too," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"And what do you think about having your own child?" You questioned, feeling your heart took on a faster pace, your palms sweating in your nervous state.

His eyes widened, your question surprising him. "What— what do you mean?" He asked stuttering, but you just bit on your lower lip and let your head fall forward whilst playing with your fingers. "Hold on a minute, do you mean— as in you and me— are we going to be parents?" He asked with a shocked expression, lips widely parted, eyes growing round. You weren't sure what to say, how to say it or what would be the right words to use, so instead you nodded. "Is there going to be a little you and me— a miniature us running around?" He repeated as if needing further reassurance, he didn't misinterpret your gesture.

"Yes— there is going to be a little one running around in approximately 7 months," you replied with an awkward smile as you placed your hand on your belly, with the other reaching for the photo in your pocket. He took it from you, his face turning pale for a second, realisation hitting him hard, before his lips started curving up into a small smile.

"That— that is absolutely brilliant," he began to chuckle as a wide grin spread across his face. "Just imagine what a handful he or she is going to be," he laughed.

"Are you not afraid?" You asked.

"Of what exactly?" He furrowed his brows.

"Of us not being good parents? We are both from families that do not have a good record in providing a loving home," you voiced your concerns.

"Not at all," he smiled proudly. "If anything, we know best what we were missing and what we would like to do for that little one. We can use the lack of love we had as an advantage, because now we know how important it is for a child to be brought up in a healthy, loving family," he took your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

"But Sirius, we are in the middle of a war," you retorted, still unsure of your ability of bringing up a child.

"We are in the middle of a war now and we were in the middle of a war over a decade ago. You can't stop the circle of life because of evil people. Don't think about all the negativities. Think about the fact that I love you, you love me, and we will have a beautiful bundle of joy who we will love just as much," a content smile spread across Sirius' face. "At least little Teddy will have a playmate," he chuckled playfully as he pulled you up into a standing position and sneaked his arms around your waist. "I love you and I already love that little ankle-biter more than anything," he whispered into your ear.

"I have no idea how I got to be so lucky to have you," you replied with tears filling up your eyes.

"Those better be happy tears," he raised a questioning brow, his foolish smile still plastered across his face.

"Only," you chuckled as you cupped his face and pulled him down to meet your lips halfway. "I love you so much," you breathed against his lips, before you closed the gap between the two of you once again.

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