Lily Potter opened one eye, and then the other.

Bars of golden sunlight streamed through the windows and illuminated the now messy bedroom, giving it a bright, clear, happy feeling, despite the clothes and books strewn about. James's glasses hung lopsidedly off the headboard. How they got there was a mystery, because Lily had fallen asleep ages before James did.

Rolling over, she nearly bumped into James, who was asleep with his face sunken into the pillow, his large left hand and masculine fingers were hanging limp over the edge of the bed.

The silver wedding band glinted in the morning sun while like subconsciously played with hers, Lily's eyes moving up and down his sheet tangled body. James's defined, muscled back tensed up slightly as she ran her smooth finger down his spine, toying with the band on his red plaid boxers, smiling.

A sudden pang in her stomach sent her off the bed. Lily suddenly felt very, very ravenous. Pulling the covers back on James, she places a light kiss on his shoulder, then took his glasses and placed them on the night stand beside him.

Still smiling, she padded across the soft carpet, and opened the door, praying it wouldn't creak, then tiptoed down the hall and walked down stairs.

Finally, entering the kitchen, she darted to the pantry, and began to hunt for breakfast. Cooking just wasn't appealing this morning, especially since her stomach seemed to be going wild with hunger. James would have to fend for himself until dinner, Lily thought, amused.

James had singed cereal before, trying to warm up the milk, but blacked his wheats instead.

Lily laughed at the memory, and proceeded to scavenge for food.

The Potter's pantry was parted from their airy kitchen by a green curtain, and the kitchen was parted from the sitting room by a large Japanese folding screen. Near the pantry was another door, and it lead to the Potter's second bathroom, used for quick morning fix ups when one was late for work.

Lily pushed open the curtain, and scanned the shelves. Cinnamon raisin bagels, three Chocolate Frogs, Cockroach Clusters, pasta, loaves of bread, a can of vanilla frosting and cake mix lived on one shelf, but none of them suited Lily's sudden craving. She turned, and examined the adjacent shelf. A jar of peanut butter, pistachios, cheddar cheese, crisps, bottles of seltzer, butterbeer, and James's Fire Whiskey. Lily never could stomach the stuff, and it made her throat burn.

Sighing, Lily exited the pantry, and hoped the refrigerator would be more fruitful.

Nothing remotely appetizing sat in the refrigerator (the fridgerfrator, as James called it, because it was a muggle contraption, as was the fellytone) this morning. Digging around, Lily found carrots, lettuce, orange juice, eggs, and a variety of other dissatisfactory foodstuffs, but something caught her eye in the back.

Shoveling out numerous products and dropping them behind her unceremoniously, she reached her prize: an oversized, gigantic jar, crammed with baby dill pickles.

Lily pulled out the jar with great effort, then plunked herself down on the floor. Pushing the large jar between her knees, she held it there as she managed to twist the large metal lid off.

But at that very moment, Lily felt an enormous wave of nausea. She stood up, which made the spinning and sickness worse, and stumbled to the bathroom. Lily wrenched the door open but it was too late- she threw up onto the floor, inches from the toilet.

Throwing up is not a good thing, especially if you weren't sick, had not been drinking (right?), had been very, very hungry, but all the while, had nothing to throw up in the first place. Lily cleaned up with a nonverbal spell, because she was afraid to open her mouth and throw up again.

Lily really, really wanted to eat! The pickles were waiting! She stood up, and she felt the dizziness come back, but the actual pain and nausea go away. Walking back to her spot on the floor, she leaned again the fridge, and began to eat her pickles.

Ten minutes later, Lily still thought she was going to die from starvation. She stood, and marched to the pantry. There had to be something there. Not even Lord Voldemort would stop her from eating. She's probably just tell him to piss off and get the hell away from her food, and then continue eating.

Entering the pantry again, she though she had gone crazy; about 15 minutes ago she hadn't though anything in here was appetizing! Now she looked at the chocolate, bagels, frosting and everything else in there like they were James: tantalizing and inviting.

Grabbing everything in reach, she decided to relocate to the couch, if she could see it. Peeking through the hole between the pistachios and bagels, she made her way over and dropped all her precious sustenance.

Now the feast could really begin.

An hour later, Lily was eagle-spread on the fluffy white carpet, in a food coma, her tummy bulging from the food she just ate- cheddar and peanut butter sandwiches on the cinnamon raisin bagels, pistachios in frosting and chocolate, bananas and almonds, fruit of all sorts, and then the entire bag of crisps, with butterbeer all down her front. Lily sat up, searching through the carnage for the prominent jar of pickles (the amount of pickles in the jar had largely decreased) and pulled out another, munching on it slowly as she laid back down.

A few minutes had passed when James had come stalking down the stairs, still in his boxers, his hair still sticking up at odd angles as it had done for years. James jumped a little when he saw the remains of the food on the floor and coffee table. "Lily? Lily, where are you!?" James cried out in alarm, his eyes scanning the room.. Lily poked her head up and laughed. "James, you twit, I'm on the floor! Where else would I be?" James rushed over, knocking empty cans out of the way.

He had a worried look and his face and asked if she was ok. "What are you doing on the floor, covered in butterbeer, with food all over the place!? You nearly gave me a freaking heart attack! You could have been stolen or poisoned! I...I didn't...I didn't know where you'd gotten too!"

"Oh my god, James, calm down! Im fine! Nobody came to steal me or poison me, or anything!

I was just a little hungry,"said Lily, a little flattered by her husband's nervousness. She sat up, and he pulled her into a hug. He buried his nose in her neck, kissing her and rocking her lightly.

Lily kissed his forehead, and pulled his face up into her hands. Lily's eyes asked the question, and James answered. "Everything is so dangerous now, with the war and the deaths and disappearances. Im just scared of losing you. I've already lost too much." James sighed, and Lily buried his face in her chest, and stroked his black hair, playing with it and twisting it around her long fingers.

Lily remembered how a year ago James's only parent left, his dad, went missing, and was presumed dead. Her own parents had been dead since 7th year. Lily sighed into James's hair. Her only blood relative left was her sister Petunia, and she was hardly acknowledging Lily's existence, let alone her marriage, or the fact that they were sisters.

But the one thing that Lily or James realize existed was the little life, now well fed, sitting happily within Lily, waiting to be discovered.