Sirius and Hermione entered the house and threw their wands and Hermione's purse onto the coffee table. Hermione flopped onto the couch and watched as her husband prodded the fire almost angrily. She smiled at his behavior; after 35 years she knew his moods better than her own.

"Love, what's wrong?" He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his black hair- now streaked with a bit of grey. Hermione stood and crossed the room to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

"It's just…" He shook his head.

"You weren't like this when 'Nea or the boys got married," she said.

"I know," he sighed. "But she's my baby,"

"I know," she said. "But she's just married, sweetheart. She's not gone."

"But she's not my baby anymore," he said. He turned around in her arms. "She's someone's wife now. She'll-"

"Still be over here all the time to play chess with her Daddy," Hermione said with a smile. "We're not losing her."

"I know," he said again. Hermione rose up on her toes and kissed him.

"Do you remember our wedding?" she asked.

"I remember shagging you in a closet before the reception," he said with a smirk. "I remember our wedding night… That slinky little black number you wore under your pretty white dress."

"Hmm, I remember that," she said. "I remember not leaving the hotel room for three days."

"I remember taking you in every way I knew," he said. "And a couple of ways that I think we invented."

"Mmm, well we are quite good at that aren't we?" She giggled girlishly, even though she was a mother four times over.

"Wanna make another baby?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Sirius! I am far too old to have another baby. My last baby is 25 and married now! And need I remind you that your oldest daughter is having a baby next month? We don't need to add to the generation."

"Orion told me that Reg thinks Amy's expecting," Sirius said, sighing. "Expect an owl soon."

"Oh, Regulus will be a lovely father," she said. "Are Orion and Anika trying yet?"

"Anika wants to wait for a bit," her husband said. They sat down together and Hermione curled into his side.

"Althenea and James have decided on a name," she said. "Cassiopea Adhara if it's a girl, Leo Rasalas if it's a boy."

"Sounds good," Sirius said. "Harry and Draco know yet?" Hermione nodded. Their oldest, Althenea, had married Harry and Draco's oldest son James. The twins, Orion and Regulus, had married two girls they met in school. Sirius' baby girl, Adalira, was now Mrs. Aiden Weasley, the son of Charlie Weasley and his wife Saoirse.

Harry and Draco moved out of Hearth House after Hermione and Sirius married, now living in one of the other Malfoy manor homes. They had married shortly after Sirius and Hermione, though they had children much earlier. James was born through a surrogate only a year after their wedding. Althenea wasn't born until after Sirius and Hermione's third anniversary. The Malfoy-Potters were still Aurors, but the Blacks had both left the Corps. Sirius took the seat in the Wizengamot and Hermione worked with her many charity organizations, including the orphanage created by Draco's inheritance. Adalira was being groomed to take over the orphanage, which was run by wizards but filled with Muggle children. Althenea was a Healer and the twins followed in their parents' footsteps and became Aurors.

"Mione love?" he asked. She looked up at him, eyebrows raised. "Have I thanked you recently?"

"For what?"

"Our happily ever after."

Hermione laughed. "I thought that came at the end of the story."

"Oh. Well, our story's not done yet," Sirius said. She leaned up to kiss him.

"Nowhere near it, darling." She cocked her head. "Although you do make quite a charming prince."

"Are you the wilting damsel, then, Lady Black?"

She laughed. "I prefer the plucky heroine, my Lord." Sirius chuckled and snuggled into his mate happily.

"Mione, do you know how happy you have made me?" he asked after a long but comfortably silence. He squeezed her tightly. "You make me the happiest man on this earth."

She smiled up at him. "Likewise."