A/N: Little plot bunny. Love it or hate it, let me know.
Lily was sitting outside on the swing that James had built for her when times were simpler. It was devised of two thick strips of rope and a wedge of wood, perfect for supporting solely her light weight. The tree it was whittled to was a great oak, one currently providing no shelter from the rain. The downpour was thick and sad, plastering her hair to her face and mimicking her heart's emotions. She hadn't moved from her spot for at least the last hour, and that was when James showed up; as he tended to in her times of agony.
"Lily," he whispered, from somewhere around her right shoulder. "You shouldn't be outside in this weather."
To that, Lily had no counter. Why? Why shouldn't she be outside? Why shouldn't she be crying alongside of the world? For that was where she belonged.
"Lils, please come inside," her husband pleaded, but again she found no answer within her. She loved James, she really did. But sometimes there were more important things than warmth, and comfort, and shelter. A house wouldn't protect them from the world, and they couldn't hide forever. Out here, her emotions were raw and animalistic, but they were true. And she was mourning.
"Just talk to me." he said, finally coming into her view. She tightened her grip of the ropes and planted her feet solidly on the wet ground. James's hair was wet and slicked down, and his glasses were obscured by drops so thickly she doubted he could properly see her, but she felt like a wreck anyways.
"I hate this." she croaked, her voice weak and feeble.
"Then come inside, love."
"Not the weather. This. The war. The unpredictability. The uncertainty of ever waking up in the morning. Of ever seeing your face again..." At this James knelt down in front of her, his hands on her knees as if talking to a child. Her eyes were already swimming with tears, and she wasn't sure if she could hold it in much longer.
"I promise you Lily Marie Potter. I will stay by your side until the very end."
Happy tears finally raced their way down her cheeks, mixed with the sad ones, as she stifled a giddy laugh. She knew her face was broken up and her auburn hair was soaked, and she felt like an utter mess; but for once she decided her soul reflected the person on the outside as well.
James hugged her to him amidst the rain and clouds of sorrow, but he was like her own little ray of sunshine, brightening her world from the inside out. "I love you Lily," he said in her ear, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek.
"I know. I know you do James.
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out before she could think it through. Because even though war was a scary prospect, something good, and beautiful, had found its way through.
"That's wonderful Lils," James murmured, trying not to let the shock show. He couldn't hide it, and Lily was crying, and it was raining, but the moment was perfect. And spending a world in his arms seemed like the sweetest future.