Written for the Marathon Competition (1 of 5 drabbles about pregnancy)
"What did I do?" James asks nervously, wondering if he needs to write to Sirius and ask to crash on his sofa for a while.
Lily frowns. "What do you mean? Have you done something?"
"Not that I'm aware of. But you've got that look on your face. And that look usually means that I've done something incredibly stupid."
Lily laughs and closes the distance between them. She wraps her arms around him, and James tenses. He's almost certain that she'll pull away and hex him.
"You've done something, but it's amazing."
He relaxes slightly. "Oh. Of course it is! I'm an amazing bloke," he says, pushing his chest out proudly. "I always do amazing things. I don't know why you'd ever doubt me."
Lily laughs and takes his hand, placing it on her stomach. "I hope our child isn't quite as arrogant as you," she says softly.
"I'm not arro-"
James stops abruptly, staring at his hand. The pieces fall into place slowly, and he looks at his wife, his jaw slack. "Our child," he says, hardly able to believe it. "Our child that's in your body now?"
Lily smiles, nodding.
"I'm going to be a father," he laughs. "I'm going to be a father!"
She holds him close, kissing his cheek. "The best father ever, I'd wager.".