AN: I put this drabble on my tumblr months ago and thought I should share it on here
"What if he's dying?" said Lily, her voice filled with concern as she cradled her coughing infant.
"It's just a cough," replied James, sinking down onto the sofa beside him.
"Funny, I don't remember you training to become a Healer."
"Very funny," said James dryly, "But seriously, he will be fine."
Lily looked at James with watery eyes. "But what if he's sick? Properly sick?"
"We can't leave."
"I know."
James looked from his wife to his son and cracked a small smile. "Besides," he began, "He's not even coughing anymore." Harry had indeed stopped coughing and appeared to have fallen asleep.
"What if that's a bad sign?" asked Lily, panicked.
"What if you're an idiot?"
"What if I'm your wife so you have to be nice to me."
"Impossible. I would never marry an idiot."
"I suppose this is the perfect time to tell you that Harry's not your son."
James jumped off the sofa and cried, "Fantastic! I've been looking for an excuse to leave you. I'll be off now." He backed slowly out of their living room. "Don't keep in touch."
Lily chuckled a little. "Okay it worked you made me laugh now come back!"
She waited a few seconds but James did not return.
"James?"
There was no response so Lily let out a small and deliberate cough. At that, James came running back into the room.
"Is he coughing again?" he cried, seating himself beside Lily once more so he could get a clear view of the baby.
"No that was me," Lily admitted. "But I did prove you're just as much of a crazy parent as me."
"Oh, shut up and pass me my son."