[A/N: Whoo! I have a cold! So I have time to sit for hours upon end and write lovely fanfics for you. Excuse me while I sneeze, and on with the show.]

"James... Come with me. I need to tell you something," Lily whispered, leaning over the candle in the middle of the table at which she was sharing a meal with her husband. They were dining out on the patio of their newly purchased home, and it was a beautiful evening. Every star in the sky was visible. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the table, and out on to the lawn, leading to the pond that was a little ways away from their house.

"What do you need to tell me? Why can't you just say it here? Aw, Lily, I'm digesting! I can't be running all over the place like some mad, blazing-"

"Stag? Funny, James. Just come on!" She laughed, and continued to pull him along. Her feet mechanically found the small path that lead to the pond, and she laughed again as she listened to James mumbling to the air in her wake.

"Just ate... stomach's gonna hurt... what's so important?"

But Lily knew that once he heard the news she was about to tell him, he would feel completely different. This was big. Big news. Life changing news. And she had been plotting ways to tell him since the moment she'd found out herself.

She stopped abruptly when they reached the small bench that was situated by the water's edge. She let go of her husband's hand, and sat down, beckoning him to sit next to her.

"Lily," He started, amusingly, as he settled himself next to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lowered his head to her shoulder, "What in the world is this about?"

"Don't worry.. You'll know soon enough... Can we just... sit here for a minute?"

"Sure, Lil... are you alright? I mean... are you feeling okay? This morning you about vomited all your insides out, (He whispered a nervous "sorry" at the look on her face) and you just ate... I mean..."

"Yeah... I'm fine," She whispered, relaxing on to his chest now that he had sat up, "I love you, James."

"I love you, too," he answered, kissing the top of her head.

They sat in silence for a few moments, as Lily collected her thoughts. She loved him, and he loved her. She knew exactly how he would react to her news, so why was she so nervous?

She never wanted to move from this spot. He was rubbing one of his palms up and down her arm to keep her warm, as it was nearing the end of October, and was quite cool out. She grinned as she she heard him start to hum an obviously distinguishable "Weird Sisters" song, even though he repetitively stated that he despised the group. She snuggled closer to his chest, and felt it rise and fall as he breathed steadily. She could fall asleep right here, as long as he was holding her. Just think... Lily thought to herself, as she began to impulsively breathe in time with James, Nine months from now...

[A/N: Is it way too obvious? I just can't resist the stupid cliffhangers. This is my first attempt at a Marauder's age fic, so give me some advice... Good? Bad? OH- if you'll notice, I took the time and calculated out nine months before July (Harry's birthday), and it happens to be October. Go Leah! I'm off to write the 2nd chapter..]