Hello Readers, Just a heads-up - this isn't so much a story as it is snap-shots into James' and Lily's (And Possibly Harry's, in the future) Life. There's no real story line, just a collection of one-shots. I hope you kids enjoy it, however. :) Please review! - Jen Riddle
Lily Evans could be found in the garage. Sweat was forming around her brow, and her red hair was tied into a messy ponytail. Little strands were falling out to frame her face. She had the utmost look of concentration on. The brush stroked the wood in a rhythmic pattern. On, off, on, off, on, off, dip.
She was painting a three shelf bookcase. And just as everything Lily Evans did, it was painstakingly methodical. Every last drip of paint had to be just perfect. She was painting it a baby blue. Baby for the future, blue because it was James' favorite color.
James. She paused on her painting, and a small smile formed across her face.
James Potter was in the backyard, a hammer in one hand, and a pile of nails by his side. The sun beat down on his bare back, and every now and then sweat would drip from his hair. He was building something, though for any passerby it would be impossible to tell. Unlike his soon-to-be wife, this was less methodical. The only pattern involved in this labor was the undeniable times he'd hit himself with the hammer.
Lily entered the back yard and watched her fiancé for a moment. Hammer, Hammer, Hammer - he'd pull his hand away sharply and shake it, muttering something under his breath. Lily giggled, and James looked up.
"You're the muggle born, why do I have to do this?" He sighed. She smiled, and kissed his cheek, then sat down on the swinging bench under the shade of the porch.
"My father made my crib, and Petunias crib. His father made his crib, and his father made his." She said. She had told James this a million times before.
"And I'd do anything for you." James finished. He looked at his future, her deep green eyes, and her blazing red hair. He would, as he knew forever, do anything for her, and in a few days the vows would be made. He continued the hammering.