Day 6: First months in hiding.
For the first three months of hiding James was bored, really, really bored; he could see how Lily's belly grew by the inch and he was not quite happy about it. Of course he was happy his baby was growing healthy but the torture, oh the torture, to not leave the same four walls was driving him crazy.
He used to go on missions, he used to be helpful, now he sat on the couch waiting for his friends to turn up and tell him all about the outside world.
He did a couple of "safe missions" for the Order, but as Lily got bigger he spend more time in "leisure". He hated the couch, he hated the yellow walls, he hated the empty fireplace, and he hated hating everything. This was his and Lily's home, he shouldn't hate it; he should love it, with all the cracks and quorks and how the small things would made the couple fight and make up and laughs in the future. But he hated feeling trapped, and that made him hate everything.
He heard Lily sang, he loved how she sang the silly songs she remembered in unusual occasions. But this singing was accompanied by some soft giggles. That made James wonder what happened.
Lily kept singing some Beatles' song and giggling when she sat next to James, with the most wonderful smile she could manage.
"Lily, what–" he began to ask but she put at hand in his mouth to silence him and grabbing his hand to put it in her belly, she began to sing again.
He looked at her like she was crazy, not bad crazy, just the kind he fell in love with. After a couple of accords he felt it. A small movement bellow his hand, inside her belly.
"It's kicking…" he said marveled.
"It's kicking," she assured before kissing him.
Maybe James didn't hate being there so much.