A/N: James/Lily drabble. Please review.
Disclaimer: It's all J.K. Rowling's.
There were days when James Potter couldn't believe how lucky he was. Days where he would wake up next to Lily and just watch her sleep; amazed at the life they were living together. Those days he would get up carefully and tip toe to the next room to see his son. Oh how he loved those two words: his son. As excited as he was when Lily got pregnant it was nothing compared to actually seeing Harry in his crib. Most days James would enter Harry's room to find the one-year-old sitting up in his crib with a grin, his bright green eyes shining with glee to see his daddy. James couldn't ever resist picking the boy up and carrying him around the house before Lily woke up.
Sometimes James would let Lily sleep in and make her breakfast in bed. Her favorite was two scrambled eggs sprinkled with cheddar cheese and a toasted English muffin with butter. James was quite proud of himself for remembering the little things Lily loved. Like summer thunderstorms or the feeling of brand new socks. Or how, in such troubled times, she hated waking up alone. So, she never did. Since Dumbledore had performed the Fidelius Charm, the Potters were in hiding. They rarely left the house and had little contact with the rest of the world, mostly with the Marauders. The contact they had was enough though.
On these mornings, James forgot that they were in hiding, protecting their son from the most horrible wizard known to man. Those mornings, all that mattered was that all three Potters were safe. The prophecy seemed like a far off nightmare.