In Which There is Much Silliness, and a Cute Baby! by (somehow or another) Litrouke

Bizarrely enough, this is my first HP fic by chronological standards, written for a friend as a gift/request/plz forgive me.

AND NOW FOR THE CUTE BABY! =D

They were still whispering.

Not even a second after Sirius walked in, James had nabbed his arm and dragged him through the nursery door - apparently never to be seen again. She shrugged it off at first (because even when boys became men, they still were actually boys) but after thirty minutes of hushed laughter and incessant whispering, she gave in.

With a brisk, warning knock on the door, Lily strode into the nursery and caught the pair red-handed. Sirius and James were kneeled beside the crib, heads just peeking over the bars, to the delight of the giggling baby. Her husband had spun around at the knock, and grinned at her a little too sheepishly. Sirius, on the other hand, gave a cheerful, "Morning, Lily!" before continuing to make fishy faces at the delighted child.

"What are you...?" Lily couldn't help but grin back at her husband, shaking her head. And here she thought they might have been planning something devious.

"Well, you see -- " James cleared his throat, enthusiasm quickly replacing any half-assed embarrassment in his smile. "Sirius had this great idea to teach Harry new words, so - "

"Oh, sweet Merlin's beard," she slapped a hand to her forehead. "What have you done to our poor child?"

"'s not bad!" Sirius interjected, sounding a little hurt.

"Really? So tell me, boys," she crossed her arms over her chest and wandered to the crib, "what exactly did you teach my son to say?"

Both of them grinned like mischevious little first-years, then turned their attention back to the bright-eyed baby. Seeming to notice the sudden attention, Harry paused in his gurgling mumbles and stared back at three adults with wide green eyes.

"Go on, Harry," James whispered. He leaned over the crib to slide a finger into the baby's stubby pink ones. "C'mon..."

Harry blinked. "...habbayannayayay?"

Immediately, the two men erupted into victorious cheers, James pulling his hand out of the crib so they could properly high-five and celebrate their success. This, of course, sent little Harry into a confused fit of crying, which led to an exasperated Lily scooping the child up and ordering the other children to kindly shut up. (They did.) Once things had quieted down, Lily sighed and repeated her question, unable to decipher babyspeak at the moment.

James answered with a wide, honest smile that reminded her of why she married the fool. "You couldn't guess? We taught him to celebrate the same occasion that we'll be drinking to tonight."

"Which would be...?"

"Happy anniversary, love."

I almost titled this In Which Lily is Pwnful. But that seemed far too obvious to comment on, so I went with the Cute Baby instead. xD