I am sorry this took so long my devoted readers. Endings are usually the hardest thing for me to write. (I abhor ends!) Thank you for being patient, and I hope you enjoyed this story. Always an honor, thank you!

The stars were coming out and there he was standing at the edge of the marble landing, looking out at the vast ocean. She was sipping her wine glass and going over the months in her head. From the moment that her eyes met his, he made her squirm; she now knew why as she saw the peace on his face. His eyes read of all the times in life that were the most difficult, but the moment they met hers, she feels home.

Hermione pulled her courage from the deep recesses of her heart and stood up. She walked over, and he faced her entirely with a grin. "What do you think of having the world in our pocket? Let's not go home yet, let's travel and see everything we possibly we could want."

"Don't you want to brag to Moony how much you made me sing your theme song in the jungle?" she inquired, and he chuckled.

"Quite possibly…" he trailed off and pulled her to him. "I have a question for you."

She smiled and shook her head, "Yes, I will marry you."

His face scrunched and he pulled out the ring, "That wasn't fair, I had a whole speech planned."

"By all means, when you tell the story you can tell them about it, but let's not wait anymore, Padfoot. I want you the rest of my life." Her voice was but a whisper in the air and his hand ran through her hair.

"How did I get so lucky, Hermione? You are the love of my life." He told her as he slipped the ring on her finger.

It was a small and delicate engagement ring. Not giant or obnoxious like she was afraid he was going to give her. "You had to wait a long time for me, but I am so glad you did, Sirius. No matter what comes next… I am content to say you are the wizard at my side until the end."

"That was some speech… Come with me; I have one more surprise for you."

"Are you going to shag me on it?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Precisely, love."

Hermione finished telling Ginny about his proposal and their night on the sailboat in the ocean. Under the stars and moon, he made love to her all night. Enchanting the boat to be sheltered from the spitting sea, so it did not encroach on their union.

"Merlin, Hermione… he is pretty amazing," Ginny sighed profoundly and rocked her son.

Hermione gave her a nod and agreed, "I am so happy that I am not sure what to do. I have never been this happy."

Ginny giggled and shook her head, "Are you ready for the next adventure, Hermione? Marriage is something I wasn't expecting to be quite different."

The older witch raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Cannot be much different than it is now."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You will see."

0o0o

The witch was sitting at the table in Grimmauld Place and tapping the table. Their wedding was in a few short weeks, but that wasn't her primary concern. It had been almost three months since their vacation, and she woke up sick today. Sirius was still in bed, and she was more than relieved she could go over things in her mind. The conversation about their family had died down months prior, and Sirius seemed comfortable now with the idea of traveling and being the outrageous married couple that bought cats and spent all their time and effort on each other.

"Kitten, come back to bed," he grumbled from the doorway.

Hermione did not glance up at him and sipped her tea, "Sirius."

There was a tone in her voice that made him pale, "Are you not happy? I apologized for making you lose your voice last night, but you told me you were fine…"

"Sirius, come sit down," she told him, and he frowned deeply.

"Hermione, please tell me you don't have cold feet."

When he sat down next to her, she smiled at him and shook her head. "No, Padfoot. We are still getting married, I promise you."

"Then what is it, love? You are never this at war with yourself anymore."

The young future Mrs. Black exhaled slowly and pulled out a plastic stick from her robe. She placed it on the table in front of him, and his head tilted a moment until he read the two lines. "I am not sure how far along I am yet. I scheduled a doctor's appointment today."

Hermione watched his eyes bore into the plastic object and run a finger over the screen, "You are having a baby?" he asked, and she chewed her lip and nodded.

"We are, yes."

He patted her shoulder and kissed her hair as he stood up, "Good."

Sirius was walking toward the doorway of the kitchen, and Hermione frowned, "Sirius?"

He turned back to her and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are we not going back to bed to snuggle? We have a handful of months until we will be begging for time together. Shouldn't we make the most of it?"

Hermione was so taken back by his easy acceptance that her brow furrowed sincerely, "I just told you that you are going to be a father and you want to go back to bed?"

The animagus smirked and folded arms over his tattooed chest, "Were you expecting me to shout or wail? Hermione Granger, you should know by now I always have a plan. Some of them may not be the most intelligent, but that is why I am marrying you. Now, are you going to come back to bed, so I can relish in your beauty for a few hours longer before we tell the world we are expecting a little Black or not?"

Hermione leered at him and thinned her lips, "Moony told you he is having a baby, didn't he?"

Sirius belted out a stream of laughter and nodded, "Oh, yes, he did last night. Which is why I am not losing my head. We are going to have the next generation of marauders, and you are going to be a mother to one of them."

Hermione rubbed her face and shook her head, "I just realized what I signed up for…"

The animagus grinned brightly and wagged a finger at her, "Come with me, kitten. I am going to show you how much I appreciate your participation."

"I hope you know that I am going to make sure our child is not going to be a pest," she grumbled as she stood up and closed the gap between them.

"I am sure you will, but that is my child, so good luck, Hermione," he teased her and ran a hand over her lower abdomen, kissing her tenderly.

When he pulled away she raised an eyebrow at him, "Just so we are clear; I am not naming our child after an animal."

"Alright, Hermione."

"Or a country."

"Of course, love."

"And they are going to behave and read, write and be-" he interrupted her with a kiss and nodded.

"We have several months to talk about this. Can I shag you silly now?"

She giggled and huffed, "Sirius, aren't you going to argue with me at all?"

He tilted his head and gave her a nod, "Oh yes, but I will choose my battles, kitten."

Hermione smirked and pushed by him, "Well, hopefully, you feel the same after we are married," she jested with a toothy smile and tugged him to the stairs, "Come with me, Mr. Black, I have an idea…"

"Alright soon to be Mrs. Black."

"I do love the sound of that, Sirius."

There is are moments stuck in time…

The man was humming to himself as he was cooking in the kitchen. The small children were sitting at the table eagerly waiting for lunch. The werewolf entered the kitchen with a massive exhale and shook his head, "Do you think they will always make Christmas this big of a deal? I am getting far too old for this." Remus grumbled with a smile and leaned over to kiss his daughter on the head.

"Dad, where's mum?" The three-year-old girl asked him.

"Are we going to open up presents tomorrow, Uncle Remus?" The dark-haired boy asked and raised an eyebrow.

"We most certainly are, Ally," Remus told the small Black.

"Moony, I told you not to call my son that," Hermione murmured as she entered the kitchen.

"Mum! Mum, dad is making sandwiches!" the boy shouted, and she smiled and walked over to Sirius.

"Afternoon, beautiful wife. How does the tree look?" Sirius asked her, and she kissed him.

"Tonks and I are almost done placing all the gifts under them. Too many to count this year." She said smugly, and Sirius grinned.

The magenta-haired woman bound in with her son and they were giggling, "This is our best Christmas yet!" she exclaimed, and Teddy nodded with a bright smile.

"Lyra and Altair have so many gifts I am not sure if they will use them all. Aunt Hermione you are starting to act like Uncle Sirius." Teddy declared with a laugh and Tonks ruffled his hair.

Hermione folded her arms playfully and raised an eyebrow, "Well, we need to be able to keep them busy while you are in Hogwarts, Teddy Bear."

Sirius rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, "Harry said we are certifiable… I suppose that is true, love."

"Speaking of certifiable things…" Tonks trailed off and flicked her wand.

Little streamers popped out from it, and Remus blushed and shook his head, "What my outrageously quirky wife is trying to say is congratulations on your second child."

Hermione giggled, and Sirius groaned with a grin, "I suppose it is to be expected."

Altair nodded with a smile and clapped, "Teddy, I am going to have a little sister too."

Teddy waved a finger at the boy, "You don't know if it is a sister yet, Al. Your mum doesn't even know."

"Who would have thought that a couple of marauders would find happiness," Remus chuckled, and Sirius erected himself from his wife.

"Precisely Moony. It was worth it… however long it took."

Hermione kissed him and sighed, "You were seriously worth it, Padfoot."

He grinned wolfishly and waggled his eyebrows, "Sirius-ly?"

The witch groaned and nodded, "Seriously, Sirius."

The room stayed bright and warm for the holidays and for the moments to follow. After all, those we fight for most, are usually those that are there at the end of it all.