"Hmmm..." Lily sighed contently. Here in James's arms, she was truly in her happy place. Sometimes when James would take her in his arms and hold her, Lily would often wonder why didn't she realise James was the one for her a long time ago. So many years of chasing her, of always being there for her, protecting her, and she was still oblivious to his feelings towards her. "Well, thank God I realised it now. Better late than never." chuckled Lily. She turns and strained a little to see a still sleeping James, with his mob of messy hair lying all over the place, and hard jawline. Sure, James always went on and on about how lucky he was to have Lily, but sometimes Lily wondered if it was really just the other round.
Handsome,popular,charming,full of wit, James Potter was really all of these. And most importantly, the Potters have been one of the founding wizarding families in Britian, making James's blood one of the purest around. While James claimed Lily was extremely clever and talented, who treated everyone with great kindess and care, he couldn't change the fact that Lily was muggle born. Lily knew no matter how hard she worked and excelled in all aspects, she could never change her blood status. Compared to James's, she was really nothing. Yet he was the one who kept assuring her he didn't give a care about her blood, as long as she was his Lily, that was enough.
Seeing James sleep with his mouth slighty ajar, Lily knew this was what she wanted. She wanted to be able to wake up with James beside her every single day of life, care for him, always be there for him and most importantly love him.