Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, our queen. I simply adore her work and characters.
No matter what he says, James knows he can't fix this.
Nothing can fix this. He isn't at fault, but he can't help but have nausea climb up his throat. But it's his child, too.
Was his child, he corrects in his head. He licks his lips, attempting to stop himself from producing sick all over the rug. It certainly wouldn't assist the situation. He puts his hand on her arm, and she pulls away from underneath it slowly.
Her legs normally would have curled up against her in a situation like this: Lily closes up when she's feeling lost. He knows his wife well enough to state that as a fact. He steps away from her with fragile, backwards steps towards the kitchen. As he boils water (the Muggle way, for her sake) hears her soft crying, then sniffling, and the dialing of the telephone.
That means she's called one of two households: her sister, or her mum and dad. He assumes the later and when the teakettle begins to whistle over her indistinguishable dialog, he picks it up with as much efficiency as he can (his wrist shakes a bit as his chest feels novel and he keeps swallowing to keep himself from throwing up, but he manages it just fine).
He sets a chamomile tea-bag into each of the steaming mugs - he decides he could use one too - as he hears the phone click against the receiver. He softly moves back to the living room. She accepts the cup from his hands as he sits on the second cushion, but does not move towards him in any other way.
In barely a whisper, she says, "I feel like it's a sign." A lump grows in James's throat as he attempts to stop himself from crying again and he doesn't know how best to reply. There are thousands and millions of things he wants to tell her and having never been in even vaguely this position before, despite the fact this is a part of him too almost as much as her, he can't find the ability to speak.
He bites his lip. "It's just the world, Lil. I know I'm the last one to say this, but as we've been through hell and back this is just one more challenge the world is offering us. One more thing we can learn from, and discover more about each other…and seek guidance."
He can see her face that she wants to laugh but her body won't allow it. "I think you're taking my wise words." She sets her tea on the side table and turns her head to look at him. "From day one we've been the ones that have been rejected - even from each other - and I don't know how much longer we'll stand. Our friends will stand. When did our relationships with them stop being balanced? Together we leave a track of pain behind us."
He doesn't want to insult her intelligence, but he knows her thoughts are currently biased in a fog. "I love you, Lily Marie Potter. We may have just lost our baby, but life carries on. You are full of amazing spirit, and we're going to get back up and when Alice gives birth we're going to be with her and Frank through the rest of their son's days. Our friends give knowing that if we could, we would give in return."
A shaky smile begins to form on her lips. "I don't know what I would do without you." He gently kisses her cheek; "Well, you don't have to worry, because I'm not going anywhere."
She sets her hand on his. "That doesn't mean I'm not scared."
A/N: I originally wrote this on tumblr from gif inspiration because I wanted to write a Jily drabble and this is what I got. Enjoy, and please review!