3 A.M.
James looked sleepily down at the sleepy babe in his hands. Sure, it was a little bit pudgy, and ew, it had a disgusting bubble of snot coming out of his tiny nose.
But the baby could not have looked more perfect.
He was in love with the way that the baby's nose would twitch every time he or Lily called out "Harry!", or how his little chubby fingers always wanted to play with his messy black hair. He was in love with the way that when it opened its eyes, and the way its brilliant green eyes seemed to always light up the whole room.
However, if there was one thing he hated more than anything else in the whole wide world-and yes, at this moment, it was worse than Voldemort himself-it was the feeding times.
The soft cry in his arms alerted him of the baby's hunger.
He accio'd the prepared bottle from the fridge into his hands and fed it to the baby. In his hurry to feed Harry, he had forgotten his glasses so he ended up having to squint and try to aim it into its mouth. The man let out a massive yawn as he patted the baby's back. Tired tears came out of his blurry eyes and the baby let out a soft cry to alert him that it was done.
James stumbled around blindly in search of a table to put the bottle down. Without glasses, he could not see a thing. The baby let out a soft burp and cooed at his face when he stubbed his toe.
"Ow," He muttered softly, careful not to wake up Lily.
The open window let in a gust of night wind and the baby shivered in his strong arms. The baby let out a minute sneeze and more snot dribbled out of its nose. James blinked his bleary eyes and wiped the sticky liquid off of its nose with his shirt sleeve. Harry shivered in response.
"Oh, you're cold," James whispered to the mass of black hair.
He grabbed the closest blanket he could find. From the texture, he could tell it was high-quality fabric. It was soft and silky smooth, perfect for little Harry. He tiredly wrapped his baby in a secure cocoon and placed him down on the bed, in between the warm heat of his parents.
Within seconds, James was asleep.
"James, James, James!"
The man woke up with a jolt from his wife's yelling. His hands darted towards his wand. A rush of adrenaline-fueled his veins and he went on autopilot until a slender hand laid on his shoulder.
"Is it Voldemort, because if it's Voldemort then-"
"No..."
Squinting into Lily's green eyes, he saw a flash of panic and terror. His heart started to pick up and scenarios ran through his head. What was so bad that made her worry so much? Nothing could be worse than Voldemort.
"Your stupid invisibility cloak and our baby is gone!"
James blinked.
Lily looked furious.
James blinked his bleary eyes again.
Lily's face was gradually becoming as red as her hair.
James opened his mouth.
"Oh god, I've made a mistake..."
Nothing was worse than Voldemort. Except maybe if Lily found out that James had accidentally given their baby his invisibility cloak.
should i make a sequel?