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All the love for y'all and have a fun weekend!

Person B: *angrily eats sandwiches*

This chapter gave me a lot of trouble, y’all. For some reason I had a very hard time bringing it to life. I hope it works now.

Urban Dictionary definitions are life 

This song is in so many marauders playlists and every time I hear it, I become a mess of emotions.

My eyes flutter open. The blinding light hits my eyes. "Where the fuck am I" I wonder squinting my eyes. I see a hansome man next to me. He he has rich dark hair that falls just short below the ears. Silver eyes that are full of tears, a smile that could possibly melt the whole world, and a lot of ear piercings. I bet he has a ton of tatto's to. I swallow a bit and notice that there are many scares across my arms. I know where those are from. They're from myself, during the full moon. I'm a Werewolf. The man next to me smiles wider as he calls someone named, James? The name sounds strangly familer. The stranger looked at me again and said my name excitedly. "Hey! you're awake. I was so worried about you..." He went on ranting about how much he missed me, and such. Wait, he said something about him being my husband. So I'm married to the hansom stranger next to me. Interesting. The man named James never walked in. "Um... Listen" I began. "I don't know who you are." The stranger swallowed, looking quite like a hit puppy. I feel bad now, I didn't want to hurt him. "What's your name?" I asked simply. He resonded with a name that made me smile. A name that suited him greatly, a name, that again, sounded strangly familier. Sirius Black. "I like it." I smiled weakly. He bit his lip resting his head against my stomach, which I thought was odd seeing how I just told him I don't know who he is. On the other hand I didn't mind, he was warm and probably needing this comfort, seeing how his husban (I) just told him that he didn't know who he was. "I'm sorry this must be strange" He mummbled as if he read my mind. I shake my head softly. "You're warm" I shrug. He barkes out laughter, as if it were somthing I would have said. "Do you like chocolate?" He asked simply. "You're supposably my husband, shouldn't you know the answer to that simple question?" "Oh I know, I'm wondering if you know wheather or not you know." I had to laugh at this. "I suppos this is a hospitle. Would you sneak me chocolate if I said yes?" I ask as he pulls out a chocolate bar and smiles. "Already have." A grin pulls on my face as he hands it to me. I unwrap it a bit and take a bite. I shouldn't take chocolate from strangers, but my carence level at this moment is none, and I want chocolate. "I hope you will remeber me soon, Like I said you were in a coma for about six months due to you're, furry litte problam" His voice lowers at the last part. It must be code for my lycanthropy. I sigh looking at him. "I hope I have the privlage of saying this, but damn boy you are gorgeous" He laughs when I say this "You most defently have the privlage to say that" He grins, laying his head back onto my stomach. Sure I could learn to love this man again.