"Hmm," hummed against her mouth. Sirius broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to smile up at his gorgeous wife. How the fuck had his alternate-time self been stupid enough to let her slip right through his fingers? Fuck that Sirius; that Sirius was an idiot deserving of a life in prison followed by a swift death.
"What I want, is a happy wife," he assured, giving her another peck on the lips. "And a happy home. With a big family, dogs and all... And a garage, for Stella. Someplace I can work on her out of the rain. Lots of light. Space for our friends..."
Basically everything Grimauld place and Sirius' childhood hadn't been. Except one aspect-
"Oh. And it must be in London. Beyond those demands, I'm really rather flexible," he teased.