No More Words

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter you are up next." A Healer dressed in patented green Healer robes told us. I looked up my red hair falling on my face, as I nervously tugged on my husband's hand.

He smiled reassuringly at me, but I could see in his hazel eyes as he tried to calm his own frazzled nerves. Even being the brave Gryffindor I was, I hated being sick. It made me nervous and developed several not so sweet scenarios in my head.

It had been a week since I felt a bit under the weather. I did not generally mind being sick but the actual problem was, throwing up. I hated vomiting. It felt like I was spilling my guts in literal manner. The sour taste of mouth that followed did not help the matters. And when I threw up, I stopped eating because as I established previously I did not like it. So, it was simple, no eating equals no vomiting. But throwing every bit of electrolytes in my body also equaled weakness, which led to me fainting in the middle of the Potter Manor's lounge, in front of our friends.

And just like a brave Gryffindor, I was reluctant to go to a Healer, obviously, after regaining my consciousness.

But as it would seem my husband and his friends had my fate planned for me.

"Honestly, Evans." Sirius had said all but pushing me in the green flames of fireplace, "Just go to a Healer and get yourself well. I would have to endure Prongs' whining if anything happened to you."

I had smiled and rolled my eyes, he was like one of those brothers who cared for you but pretended otherwise. I corrected him sternly that it was Potter now and stepped in the fire-place with my best simpering look.

James and I stood up in synchrony, I recently noticed we had developed. I didn't really know when it started, some say that it was something new married couples did and was related post-marital bliss, but it had been a year since they married.

I shook my head clearing my brain of any thoughts as we reached the Healer's Chambers.

After asking me some questions she asked me to lie down in the examination room. She did some intricate spells on me, some I knew some I didn't. I had been once interested in being a Healer. But the course was really vast. It was not the length, or the depth of the course that mattered to me, it was the time. With the war raging, I wanted to make a change and while I knew being a Healer would bring a change, I desired. It would be slow and knowing my patience I would not hang in there for a long while. So I just opted for being an Auror, thankfully my NEWTs allowed me to opt for any career I wished. And that was by far the best decision I made.

While I travelled my mental mazes, the Healer examined me and gave me a smile. I followed the Healer from the examination room and sat next to James.

"What is wrong, Healer?" James asked, worried.

"It is nothing to worry about, Mr. Potter." The Healer smiled, settling opposite to James and me, the desk between us. "On the contrary, it is really joyous news. Mrs. Potter is pregnant."

It never even had crossed my mind that I could have been pregnant.

James and I looked at each other, his face broke into that smile, my smile, the smile that was my sunshine.

He kissed me softly on my lips, "I love you." He said.

And that was enough, no more words needed to be exchanged between us.