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It was late in the evening, the velvet darkness surrounding everything in hushed tones. It was to that, that James heard the soft stirring, and muffled cry of the baby in the next room. Lily turned in her sleep, snuggling closer to James for a moment before muttering,
"s'its your turn" The sleep in her voice was heavy, and the young man bit back a smile. Kissing her on the forehead, he sat up, and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand before heading into the nursery. Turning on the soft lamp light, James came to the crib, resting his forearms against the railing, and looking down at his son. His son, barely four months old and he still couldn't believe it all. The mess of jet black hair already starting to grow haphazardly, just like his father's. But his eyes… Oh, James could look at his eyes all day. Big, bright green eyes, and so full of wonder…just like his mother.
Picking the baby up, James cuddled him close to his chest, swaying slightly.
"Shh, Harry, it's alright Daddy is here." He said softly, kissing the boy's hair. The baby took a few stuttering breaths, trying to quell his own crying. His tiny eyes were red from exhaustion, and his little hands held tightly to James' shirt, as he rocked him.
It wasn't too long, before Harry was back asleep, and James was still cradling him, rocking gently. Looking about the nursery, he had to smile softly, seeing just how much he and his family were so well loved by all their friends. There was the blanket that Mary had knitted, the stuffed bear from Ted and Andy, the mobile that Alice and Frank had found, with tiny snitches on it… then his eyes found the picture that was sitting on the dresser. Four young men, bright faces, waving up at him. The Marauders.
With times being the way they were, visits were getting more and more few and far between. Especially with them being in hiding. It was frustrating, not being able to help anymore, but his family's safety was too important to risk.
But still.
Even without the war, James felt a sudden heavy heart. It wasn't that he would ever trade up his wife or child…but there was just a strange unbalance now, between the friendships. He was married. With a child. There were things the rest of them would never understand - never truly get, until they were too. It was starting to sink in, just how much James missed his best friends.
Kissing Harry's hair once more, he laid the baby back in his crib, and turned off the light. With a sigh, he made his way back to the bedroom, curling up close to Lily, and kissing her ear. Smiling, as she adjusted against him.
No, he would never in a million years trade that…. But a little mischief making with his friends would be nice… For old times, sake.