A/N:

Well, this is it; the joint fic has now begun; for those of you who are supremely confused, please read over our bio quickly. ;P

This fanfic may look a bit familiar to you (especially if you're one of the lucky people who got a PM xD) but it is merely because we turned it into a joint fiction.

Jenni was being so nosey and poking her ideas in left, right, and centre (her words, not Katie's ;D) that we decided to continue work on this story together.

So, we hope you like it – and even if you don't, please review, and give us some constructive criticism to take on board.

Disclaimer: We don't own the charries etc. –teartear- All hail the great JK. )

As I lay my cheek against the cool surface of the sink, I allow a fierce wave of nausea sweep over me. I feel empty, traitorous. The lump in my throat causes hot tears to cloud my eyes and I rest a careful hand on my abdomen. I feel a cold sheet of sweat break over my brow as I shakily clamber to my feet, clutching the sink with both hands.

There was someone in front of me. I didn't recognise her at first, what with her vacant, emotionless eyes and pale, sunken skin. But as I tugged on her tousled, auburn locks, the realisation of what had just happened hit me like a bludger to the head.

Firstly, I experience insecurity. I lie awake most nights, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, waiting for him to get up and leave. And when I finally start to feel comforted by the feeling of his arm around my waist, the feeling of 'too good to be true' vanquishes every consoling thought.

I'm having a baby. I'm not a schoolgirl anymore. I'm pregnant with James Potter's baby.

Tearing my gaze away from my reflection, I wash my hands thoroughly and splash cold water onto my face before exiting the bathroom. The apartment feels eerily empty as I stumble through the hallway and into the bedroom. The morning sun is visible through the window; I press my palms and cheek against the glass as a soothing effect before crawling towards the bed and clutching the mattress for support.

I slide down the bedpost and rest on the soft carpet, dragging my fingers through my hair. Suppose, however, James doesn't find out? I can abort the baby, I can…

Tears slide down my cheeks. I find myself climbing into the bed and slipping under the covers, hugging James' pillow to my chest. I inhale his bittersweet scent, burying my face in deeper and deeper until I am unable to breathe.

Secondly, I feel guilt. Am I really accusing James of deserting me? I know he can do better than me, and I've been waiting for him to tell me that ever since my school years. But I love him. And I trust him.

I feel my stomach plunge and I find myself running from the room, straight into the bathroom. I fall to my knees and clutch the toilet with whitened fingertips, hanging my head desperately over the bowl.

My throat burns and my eyes water as I empty the contents of my stomach and before I know it, I'm curled up in a ball on the cool, bathroom tiles, crying.

"Lily?"

I sense his figure looming over me, but I don't have the energy to prise my eyes apart. His arms are around me, securing his grip before he lifts me into the air and cradles me against his chest.

"Lily," he whispers. "Wake up."

His lips press down on my forehead and I squirm in his grasp. Movement causes nausea to welcome me once again as James hurries into the bedroom and gently lays me on the bed.

My head hits the pillow and I instantly relax. I feel the mattress spring further down as he lies down beside me, twisting me to face him. His hand caresses my cheek.

"You're scaring me."

Using every muscle available, I slowly force my eyelids apart as James' anxious face swims in front of my gaze. A smile adorns my lips and I reach out and cup his face, pulling him closer. Smiling in return, his eyes of caramel relax at my gesture of reassurance and he leans in, covering my lips with his.

When I break apart, I notice that darkness has replaced the daylight and I realise I must have been unconscious for a long time. I feel light-headed as James squeezes my hand and stands up to undress from his work clothes.

"I'm guessing that you're not feeling any better?" James asks softly as he retakes his position beside me.

I groan in reply and James snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so that he can nuzzle my hair. I smile at the illusory 'carefree' feeling as it replaces every other emotion in my swelling heart.

And then back comes the feeling of dread as I remind myself. It wasn't supposed to get so out of hand. I'm barely eighteen.

I hear James' soft snores as he drifts of into a peaceful slumber, still holding me. And I twist in his grasp so that his lips are hovering over mine, so that each breath we breathe is shared.

If only this moment could last forever.

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