A/N- Just a short little story I thought of the other day. Remember, reviews are equivalent to a five year old with a new pack of crayons.

"I want him to have your eyes," James said, smiling.

"I don't care what color his eyes are…as long as he doesn't inherit your mop of a head!"

"But you love my hair!" James pretended to look offended as he said this.

I rolled my eyes, but didn't bother trying to contain my laughter. "You know what? Harry will be perfect, regardless of what he looks like."

"Harry?"

I hadn't even discussed baby names with James. But Harry…it just seemed to work. It rolled off my tongue with ease and made me smile each time I said it. I couldn't really imagine naming him anything else. Considering I couldn't even make up my mind when it came to deciding what to have for breakfast, picking a baby name that I actually liked was quite an accomplishment. James had jokingly suggested naming our baby James, but one James was enough trouble as it was.

"Yeah, Harry. What do you think?"

"Well, I still think James Junior has a lovely ring to it. But I guess if you really like Harry, I suppose I could live with that."

"Thanks. James? What do you think he'll be like?"

"I hope he's mischievous. He won't be a Potter if he doesn't get yelled at by McGonagall a few times."

"You're shameless! My Harry is going to be a perfectly behaved child. He'll be good at Potions and Transfiguration and pretty much everything else but Divination because let's be honest- that's useless."

"Lily, that's really sad. No child deserves to be that boring."

"Being well-behaved is NOT boring," I said indignantly.

In response, James threw me that smirk I knew so well. That same smirk that used to infuriate me to absolutely no end. That same smirk that I had learned to tolerate, perhaps even find a little endearing. Not that I would ever tell him that, of course. James's ego had just been tamed; I didn't need it to swell back up again.

"Harry will be fine, Lils. He has you as a mom. And don't forget- Sirius will always be there to teach Harry how to play Exploding Snap."

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better."

"I'm not done! The point is, Remus will be there to teach him wizard chess and help him with homework. Peter's the one who'll teach him about loyalty and will always be there when we call him. We'll all help, Lily! You're hardly doing this alone."

"But what will you do?"

"What?" James seemed perplexed by this question, as if everything he had just said should've satisfied my curiosity.

"You've mentioned what everyone else will do for Harry… what about you?"

"Me? Lily, do you really need to ask? I'll risk changing a few dirty diapers or missing out on a few hours of sleep because Harry's worth it. I already can't wait to show him how to fly his broom, or how to get a date."

"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "because you're so good at that."

"Hey," argued James, "even you eventually succumbed to my charm!"

"After four years. Hopefully, Harry won't have to ask a girl out 956 times until she says yes."

"You counted?"

Huh, I guess I had. As embarrassing as that was, I didn't regret doing so.

"Didn't you?" I questioned James, even though I already knew the answer.

"Absolutely."

Realizing how late it was, I started to get up.

"Oh, and James?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"I promise you, Harry will not be mischievous!"