This was written a little while ago for a lj drabble challege. Thought I'd post it.
Considering her background and genetic input it was unsurprising Lily possessed well-exercised vocal chords. That didn't make the angry volley of words punctuated by the occasional flower vase thrown at his head for hours any easier to handle.
Cautiously he steps towards her, "now Lily darling…"
"DON'T YOU LILY DARLING ME YOU BASTARD! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! BLOODY WELL FIX IT!" she screams, her face an alarming shade of red.
Wincing he tries a different tact, "I'm sorry sweetheart. There's nothing I …" He is cut off by shrieks so loud he is afraid the windows may shatter, as it is he's fairly sure he'll be deaf before this is over.
The last bout seems to take out some of the steam and she slumps against her pillows, her cheeks a ruddy red, eyes bright and her hair in a wild tangle above her head. His heart swells with affection and he deems it safe to approach. She lets him take her hand, "Scor, it hurts."
"I know, remember what the nurse said. Just breathe." He rubs his hand over her belly as the screams return and hopes Mrs. Weasley's prophecy of 30-hour labour doesn't come true.