James snorted, because that was so typically Sirius, not that he blame him even a bit. "I know! I told Rose that nine months is simply too long. She was worried about Loraine." Really, how insane! As far as he was concerned, they were the ones that had been even too patient.
He moved closer and kissed Sirius softly. "We are parents, and it's not strange at all. We'll have the coolest family around. The entire wizarding world will fall in love with the youngest Black children." They might carry Sirius' name, but James would use his name to give them the world and then some, but also to shield them as much as possible.
Holding Hermes with one arms, he brushed Sirius' hair, just as black as the hair on their sons' little heads. "They are yours. Of course, they are perfect. They'll grow up to be the most gorgeous children around, slightly arrogant, but I think we can live with that. I'm more worried about their father. He might be just a little too in love with them. I wouldn't want to be jealous of two little babies," he teased.