Author's Note: I'm back!!! After some much needed time away and a trip overseas, I'm finally back and I'm so excited for you guys to read this chapter, it's one of my favorites.

Song for the second part of this chapter: My Girl by The Temptations

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November 2nd, 1996

I glance over at the clock in the library and see that it reads 11:32pm. The rain is pounding against the roof and bouncing off of the tall windows that line the library. The occasional lightning strike illuminates the sky and the thunder shakes the house every once in a while.

It's been raining in London for the past few days and shows no sign of letting up.

"Meredith, we should go to St. Mungo's," Regulus says.

He's sitting down in one of the plush armchairs, watching me pace. Regulus's book remains in his lap, still open to the page he was trying to read. He's been reading for a couple hours and I'm almost certain it's to keep his mind off of the fact that it's Sirius's birthday tomorrow. He's supposed to be turning 37.

"Not yet," I reply. "It's probably just Braxton Hicks."

It's not Braxton Hicks.

"I'm not having this baby yet, I'm not due for another month."

Regulus sighs, "I know, I know. But if the contractions keep up we need to go. It's not Braxton Hicks, angel."

I ignore him because we both know he's right and keep pacing the length of the library. I've been doing this for the past half hour or so, since the contractions have started to get stronger.

"It's too early," I say.

"If your contractions keep up for the next hour, we're going," Regulus says. "You're not having our baby in this house with Kreacher as your midwife."

I stifle a laugh at the thought even though I'm starting to slightly panic with the fact that I'm in labor right now. I honestly think Kreacher would pop back to Grimmauld Place so that he wouldn't have to deal with that.

"Reg, that's not what I meant. It's too early to have her-, it's still premature, late preterm, but still too early," I state. My words are coming out quickly and I can hear the fear in my own voice.

Regulus sets his book to the side and gets out of his chair. His arm wraps around my waist, his hand on the small of my back to bring me closer to him. "Hey, it's going to be okay," He says. "I was reading and most babies born at 36 weeks are perfectly fine."

"Most, not all," I reply.

Regulus gently cups my jaw, tilting my face up to look at him. "Let's just go to the hospital then, please?" He asks. "I know it's probably too early but there's no harm in going."

"Okay, fine," I say.

He kisses me, both hands cupping my face. "I'll go grab the bag. Wait here, love."

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November 3rd, 1996

Despite the utter exhaustion that I feel, I'm smiling as I watch Regulus talk in a hushed voice to our baby girl. He's leaning over the bassinet, his pointer finger taken prisoner by our daughter, who is fast asleep with her small hand clasped tightly over Regulus's finger.

"Come sit," I say, gesturing for my husband to come sit beside me in the small hospital bed.

Regulus smiles at me and starts very carefully rolling the bassinet over towards the bed, being careful not to wake her.

He has dark circles under his eyes and his hair is an absolute mess, but he looks so happy.

I move over slightly to make room for him beside me. Regulus gets into bed beside me, not once removing his finger from our daughter's grasp. He pulls the bassinet right beside the bed.

"I know she's only a few hours old but she looks so much like you," Regulus says quietly, a contented smile on his face.

"You think so?" I ask.

She looks a lot more like me than both of the boys did as newborns. They both had black hair whereas she has blonde hair, just like me. My hair is darker than it was when I was younger, but our daughter's hair shows a strong resemblance to mine nonetheless.

"I think so," Regulus replies. "She's beautiful." He wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer to him, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "You're beautiful."

I smile, resting my head on Regulus's shoulder. Our daughter is sleeping so peacefully but I know we have about 30 minutes or so before she wakes up and starts crying because she's hungry.

"I can't wait for the boys to meet her," I say.

"I sent a Patronus to Dumbledore and he's allowing them to come home next weekend to meet her. I figured that gives us a few days to settle in at home before Atlas and Elio get here," Regulus explains.

I smile, "That's perfect, you're perfect."

"That's all you, angel," Regulus says, smiling at me.moony

I rest my hand on his cheek and tilt my face up slightly to kiss him. At this moment I'm so happy that all of my exhaustion dissipates for a bit.

The door to the hospital room opens abruptly and Remus Lupin comes flying in, looking slightly flustered. It's very obvious that he had thrown on the first clothes he found and he still looks half asleep as he stands in the doorway. To be fair, it's barely seven in the morning.

"I'm here, I'm here," He says, trying to catch his breath.

I let out a laugh and Regulus just shakes his head and grins.

"Come over here and meet your goddaughter," Regulus says.

Remus, who is looking a lot less flustered now, makes his way over towards us. He stands beside the bassinet and looks down at her.

"Hi there, I'm your uncle Remus, but you can call me Moony," He says softly. Remus looks over at me. "She looks a lot like you."

"Finally, my genes overpowered the Black genes and we've got ourselves a blonde," I joke, looking fondly at her wispy blonde hair.

Remus laughs, "Congrats, the McKinnon genes triumphed."

The room falls into a comfortable silence and the three of us are just looking at the baby asleep in the bassinet, still holding tightly onto her dad's finger.

"What's her name?" Remus asks.

Regulus looks over at me, smiling. I smile back and nod.

"Well, we wanted to keep up the Black family tradition, partly because it would be weird to change it now and partly because it would make my late mother throw a fit from the fiery pits of hell," Regulus explains.

Remus grins, waiting for us to continue.

"Her name is Cassiopeia," I say. "Cassiopeia Marlene Black. But I think we'll call her Cassie for short."

Remus smiles, "I love it. Marlene would throw the party of the century because you named your daughter after her."

"She absolutely would," I respond. "She would also tear up when we tell her then deny it and pretend like she doesn't care that much even though it would mean the world to her."

Remus laughs, "That sounds about right."

I look over at Cassiopeia, Cassie. She was born at 2:43am on November 3rd.

"Do you think Sirius would be mad that I had a baby on his birthday?" I ask quietly.

Regulus and Remus both think for a second before the both of them start laughing softly, careful not to wake the baby.

"Sirius would love it. He would think it's the coolest thing ever that his niece shares a birthday with him," Regulus says.

Remus nods, "He would never shut up about it. He would go on and on about how even though I'm Atlas and Elio's godfather, he shares a birthday with Cassie."

I smile, vividly picturing Sirius parading around, holding Cassie, going on and on about how cool it is that they have the same birthday.

I really wish he was here. I really wish Marlene was here. I wish that my parents were here. That Emmeline was here. I wish for a lot of things that won't happen, but I also wish that I'll stay this happy forever. That I'll have Regulus, and Cassie, and Atlas, Elio, and Remus Lupin forever.