"Evans, it's too early," James groans as his wife shakes him out of his pleasant dreams. "I was just about to catch the Snitch."
He rolls onto his side, curling up slightly, eyes still closed. Whatever Lily has to tell him, it can wait. Surely it can't be that important.
"James Potter, wake up right now!" Lily hisses, more urgently now, shaking him again.
"Five more minutes."
"Now."
James knows that tone. The last time she'd used it and he'd ignored it, James had gotten well acquainted with their sofa for a week.
Grumbling darkly under his breath, he forces himself to open his eyes and sit up straight, his hand fumbling blindly for his glasses. "This had better be good," he mutters, putting his glasses on. "I was in the middle of a nice dream."
"Oh, it's better than a dream," she assures him, her face coming into focus at last.
A crooked grin on his lips, he reaches out, pulling her against him. "I'm sure it is," he says, kissing his way up her neck.
To his dismay, she pushes him away, wearing a stern expression. "Stop. I have something to tell you, and I can't be distracted."
"But my distractions are fun."
"Fine. I can't be distracted yet."
Grudgingly, James sits back, leaning against headboard, watching his wife and waiting for her to continue. When she doesn't start straight away, he gestures for her to continue.
Lily clasps her hands in front of her, sucking in a deep breath. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
"The suspense is killing me," he says impatiently. "Lovely as you are, I did not wake up from an amazing dream just to stare at your pretty face."
"James, I'm- We're having a baby."
All James can do is stare at her, jaw slack and eyes wide. They had been trying for a baby without any luck. Now, their dreams have manifested, and new, uncharted territory is before them, waiting to be explored.
"James?"
He pulls her close again, hands resting on her cheeks. "I love you," he whispers, kissing her gently and dropping one hand to her stomach. "Both of you."