James Potter knew Lily had a few quirks about her. That was one of the main reasons why he married her. The way she twirled her hair, how she sometimes stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth when concentrating, even the way she somehow managed to make the art of sitting and reading a book seem so ... well, sexy, he supposed.
Opening the door to their flat one typical evening after work James discarded his keys in the small bowl they kept by the front door as he sighed quietly. Lily was usually home about a half an hour before he was, making dinner and bustling around the kitchen as she hummed out of tune. But today he noted as he looked into their small kitchen; there was no sign of his wife.
Blinking as if in disbelief a hand came to ruffle his already unruly raven locks as James took in a deep breath.
"Lily?" James inquired, now hearing something from upstairs as their bedroom door creaked open.
"James? Could you check the oven for me real quick?"
Even for Lily, this was odd. But instead of arguing her antics he opened the door, finding a metal sheet with a rather large bun resting on it.
"There's just a bun in oven!" James replied, closing the door as he heard his wife giggling from the top of the stairs.
"What?" She asked a few moments later, as if to pretend she hadn't heard him.
"I said – there's a bun in oven!" James replied, a little louder as he was greeted by silence.
"One more time? I'm sorry, I was fixing up my hair," Lily called once more from upstairs as James groaned in frustration.
"There's – a – bun – in – the – bloody – oven!" James cried as he leaned against the wall leading up the stairs.
What in Merlin's beard was she trying to do? Make him feel like a complete and total idiot? Because right now he had no clue what on earth his wife was up to. Perhaps she'd been hit with a jinx at work? Or Sirius had given her those odd chocolates he'd been working on for a few of his family members?
"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry James, have to do it once more!" Lily said once again, her tone showing no indication of the annoyance as her husband's did.
"Lily Rose Potter, for Merlin's sake there is a BUN IN THE OVEN!" James cried in exasperation before stopping, freezing on the stop.
His wife was bloody brilliant. A grin came to his lips as he put the pieces together, running up the stairs to see her standing in their bedroom doorway, the same grin matching his own. She was practically beaming.
"There's a bun – we're going to be, are we really going to be? We're going to be – we're going to be parents?" James asked breathless, unable to stop grinning as Lily pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"We really are. I got a call after my tests from the hospital. It's happening, James, it's really happening," Lily whispered in response as James brought a hand to his wife's stomach.
If there was ever a perfect moment in James Potter's life, it was this very one.