A/N- I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you have that much fun reading it!

Hope you like it!

Prompt used- colour-aquamarine.

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Its Aquamarine.

"I'm not painting my unborn baby's room blue-"She said for what was probably the hundredth time.

"It's aquamarine." He snapped, "And what is your problem with it anyway? It's a great colour."

She glared at the man standing in front of him, and wished she had her wand because all she wanted to do right now was take it out and put a silencing charm on him.

"Prongs, your wife is being stubborn and rigid," Sirius whined to James, who was sitting on the couch.

"James, your husband is being ridiculous and stupid," Lily complained right along, emphasising on the word 'husband'.

"I'm not intervening in this one, you two, I still have three months before I have to officially be a dad, don't force me to become one now." James said, reading the latest issue of Quidditch Weekly.

Sirius gave James a look of pity and disgust, and looked back at Lily, who interrupted before he could say a word, "What if I have a girl, Sirius? My daughter will not have a blue nursery, end of story."

"Its aquamarine. And why not? It's a great colour, even if the baby is a girl." He said, and Lily couldn't decide whether he was a moron or just acting like one.

On the basis on the last eight years of experience, she would go with the former.

"Why don't we paint it green or yellow or some other gender-neutral colour?" She calmly suggested, or tried to anyway.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, green is not an option; my baby is not going to have a Slytherin based colour theme, and that's final," interrupted James, finally looking up from his precious magazine.

"Okay, maybe not green," Lily agreed, "But not blue either."

"Its aquamarine," Sirius almost screamed, "Why can't you ever listen to me, Lily, everything doesn't have to be your choice. It's my baby, too."

"It's not your baby," Lily shouted, outraged.

"Please, Lily," he said, scoffing, "It's everyone's baby, and I, as godfather, announce that the nursery will be aquamarine."

Lily was sure her face screamed murder, she gathered up all her anger and used the technique she'd learned from McGonagall, she spoke in a very low, but very dangerous voice. "Sirius Black, I'm the one who is carrying this baby, so when I say that the nursery will not be blue, and that's final."

Then she walked out of the room to the sound of him screaming, "Its aquamarine."