the_debt_of_time

"But you bought a ring," Richard pointed out.
"I got her a ring," Sirius corrected. "It's an old family heirloom of hers. Belonged to
her mum's mother. She lost both of her parents within the last few years and then her
brother got married last week."
"So, did fate find the ring for you?" Richard asked.
"No. Her brother found it. I'd asked him for his blessing, and he said he would help
me."
"If fate was forcing you to be with her, do you really think you'd have the ability to
be sitting here drinking away your worries?"
"Point taken," Sirius conceded, scooting back from the bar. "Guess I've got a
proposal to plan."
Richard chuckled. "I'd plan the apology first."
"Nah. Sex is better when she's still a little ticked off at me," Sirius said with a devious
grin.
"Speaking of a good shag," Richard said, looking down at his watch. "I better head
back to the hospital to deal with the consequences of one of mine. But first, one more shot
of whisky for my new, soon-to-be-engaged friend," he said to the bartender, who gladly
refilled the small glasses as Richard placed Muggle money on the counter. He reached for
the second glass and handed it over to Sirius. "Cheers. To Sirius and.. ."
"Mia," Sirius said with a smile.
"Sirius and Mia!"
"And to the expectant father," Sirius said before throwing the cheap whisky down
his throat.
"Cheers, mate," Richard said with a grin and drank down his shot. "Now if you'll
excuse me, I have a daughter to meet."
The two walked out the door together. Sirius held out a hand to the Muggle, who
took it with a smile, shaking it eagerly with a stupid grin on his face. Sirius wondered if he
would ever be as happy as this simple Muggle, all over the birth of a kid.
"Got a name picked out yet?"
Richard's grin faded into a soft smile. "Hermione."