The world NEEDS more mpreg fics, so I'm going to write one. If your reading this and you don't like mpreg, then get the hell out. Right now. I mean it. I don't want to deal with you.

I'm planning this fic to have eleven chapters. One for each month of Remus' pregnancy, an epilogue and this prologue. This will all be Sirius' POV.

Oh yeah, one more thing. This is MPREG, and for those annoying little turds who deliberately seek out mpreg fics just to ask how it's possible, IT JUST IS. So deal with it. In my perfect world, MEN CAN HAVE BABIES.

Please enjoy!

Prologue

"Oh… Oh… OH! P-Pads… Siriusssssss!"

"Moony…" I roughly kissed Remus' salty, lips as I pushed into him. About three feet away, David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream while a bunch of rainbow marshmallow peeps danced in slow circles around us.

"Pads… Pads… PADS!"

I jerked awake as Remus' shout broke through my dream. Opening my eyes, I blinked away the blurriness and saw Remus' wide amber eyes staring down at me.

"What is it? I was having a wonderful dream including you, David Bowie, and an animated army of marshmallow peeps." I groaned, and rolled over to face the muggle alarm clock on my bedside table. "Rem, it's four o' clock in the fucking morning… go back to sleep." I closed my eyes. I heard Remus get out of bed and walk away. He was probably going to seek comfort in kitchen. Or maybe he needed to go to the loo. Pregnant people always seemed to have bladder problems. I snuggled back into my pillow and was attempting to fall back into my brilliant dream when something heavy hit me on my head.

I jerked up, and stared at Remus. He looked strangely threatening with his nine-month rounded belly and sleep tangled hair. "Don't you fucking dare go back to sleep, Sirius Orion Black! I woke you up for a reason, and by golly, you're going to hear it!"

I raised an eyebrow at Remus' uncharacteristic cussage. Not wanting to induce the Lycanthropic Wrath of my extremely pregnant husband, I sat up in bed and calmly faced Remus. "Sorry, Love. What were you saying?"

Remus took a deep breath. "My water just broke."

I blinked. "Remus, Love… water can't break. Its a liquid."

Remus gave me a look of deepest disgust. "'My water broke' means that- augh!" Remus suddenly doubled over in pain, clutching at his rounded stomach.

"Moony?" I leapt out of bed, and hurried over to my gasping husband. "Moony, Baby… what's the matter?"

"I'M ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH TO YOUR FUCKING SPAWN, YOU MORON!" Remus screeched.

"Oh my God!" I stared blankly at Remus. "Are you sure?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M JOKING?" Remus' face was screwed up in pain. "Why are you just standing there? GO FLOO ST. MUNGO'S!"

"Right! Floo St. Mungo's…" I ran from the bedroom, and into the living room, grabbing a handful of floo powder on my way. I was about to become a father… I was about to become a fucking father. I threw the floo powder into the fireplace and stuck my head in. "St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital!"

"I'm sorry." A cool feminine voice rang out clearly. "The St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital is currently unable to take your floo, due to Security Measures. Please have a wonderful night."

'Oh, Shit…'

Yes, this it's short, but it's like a preview. Its not supposed to be long. Well, what do you think besides the length? Should I bother continuing? Or should I let it rot away on my computer?