A few people asked for this so I decided to make it happen. I don't love it as much as Loving Him, but then again sequels are never as great.

In James's opinion there were loads of things to love about Lily Evans. Of course everyone saw the big things, like her kindness and bravery, but James was especially fond of the small things.

She laughed a lot, it was a spectacular sight. Her green eyes would seem to light up from the inside and her smile was infectious. She liked to dance even though she wasn't even moderately good. She would trip over herself and end up looking like a fool.

He liked the way she noticed things. Lily could tell in an instant what anyone was feeling and somehow she was always able to make him feel better even when he was in the worst of moods. She mumbled in her sleep, saying completely irrelevant things that James always found hilarious.

She couldn't fall asleep if she didn't have at least two cups of coffee. Lily always insisted that it helped her sleep better, which wasn't like her because she was always rational about everything else.

He liked that the marauders had taken to her so quickly, how she knew that they had a bond that she couldn't come between.

Lily fell asleep in James's lap all the time, her red hair falling in tendrils around her face, she always looked so peaceful; much younger. She liked to make him tea if he had a particular rough day and sit with him until the reason he was upset seemed like nothing.

Whenever he was nervous she would find something comforting or silly to say even when there seemed to be no solution. He loved her quick wit and intelligence.

Sometimes she would pretend to be sick so he would stay in bed with her and then she would dramatically cough until he told her that he wasn't leaving. He liked that she fit into his family before she had even met them.

He loved her and she loved him. Until the very end.

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