Lily Potter walked into her living room, biting her lip and holding a piece of paper behind her back.
"Um, James? Sweetie? Can I talk to you?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." James scootched over on the couch to make room for his wife. She smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the chair.
"Lils? You ok?"
"Huh? Um, yeah. I'm fine. But, you won't be in a minute." James frowned at her words.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm... I'm p-pregnant, James." His face was a picture to behold, his mouth flew open and his eyes began to leak.
"Th-thats wonderful news darling! My God! I'm gonna be a daddy!" He leapt up, but saw his wife still sitting on the chair. He looked down, concerned, and knelt at her feet.
"Whats up?" Lily bit her lip again, and thrust her head in her hands.
"It's not yours!" she sobbed. "It's Sirius'! When you were at work, he and I..." Lily trailed off, and sobbed in her hands. James was distraught. His wife, having a baby with his best friend. This was right out of a sopa opera. He sunk to the floor, and stared at the t.v. His thoughts were interrupted by Lily sobbing.
"Its ok, sweetie. We could get rid of it, or we could keep it and raise it as our own! Sirius need never no!" Lily sobbed, and raised her head out of her hands. Her face was... dry? Her lips were curled up in a smile? What?
"I cannot believe you fell for that!!" She gasped, and burst into peals of laughter. James' mouth fell open, and he could only mumble incoherent sentances.
"S-so. You're not having Sirius' baby?!" Lily giggled again.
"No, you idiot. It's all yours." James stared at his wife.
"S-so, you are having a baby?"
"Yup!" was her reply. James' mouth fell open again. He leapt up and began 'happy dancing' around the room. Lily gigled at the sight, and lay back on her chair.
"I'm glad it was you..." she sighed dreamily.