Telling James
Lily Potter was having a fitful bout of sleep. It was one of many in a long line. This one was fitful enough to wake her husband, James Potter, who was himself a usually sound sleeper.
"Lily, Lily, wake up, wake up!" he said, somewhat groggily, shaking her awake.
Lily groaned, proving that she was awake.
James laughed.
Suddenly, Lily, now wide awake, sprang from her place in bed and ran to the adjoining bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.
James, ever the faithful husband, stretched and walked to the bathroom to kneel beside his wife and hold her hair back.
"Not sick again are we? That's the third time this week!" James teased.
"Oh, shut up, James," Lily shuddered before vomiting again.
He laughed.
They stayed in that position for a few more minutes before Lily was sure she was finally done.
"Lils, seriously, are you alright? I'm not a Healer, but I know it's not normal to throw up as often as you do, be tired all the time, and not get nearly enough sleep," James asked, his tone now very sober.
Lily let out a breath. "James, go sit down; I have something I need to tell you," She stated.
They sat at the foot of their bed, James wondering what in the world Lily could have to tell him.
"James…I, I'm pregnant!" she said quickly.
James quickly stood up, and twirled his wife around, "Oh, that's wonderful!"
He then proceeded to kiss her so full on the lips they both fell to the bed.
"Oh James, stop! Remember, the baby?" Lily laughed, as she rolled away.
James looked incredulous to the thought.
"Lily, we're going to be parents," he whispered.
Lily smiled, "I know,"