Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been busy.
Baking Time
I had always loved cooking. It had helped my appetite expand, so the waist band on my trousers expanded somewhat and left marks at the rim.
When me and James went into hiding, cooking and looking after my boys were the two crucial activities I did daily. With James being a pureblood he never really understood the feeling of finishing a meal. When you add the final meatball to a dish, or finishing icing a cake, then standing back to admire your progress. He didn't get it at all, even when he tried.
"Lily, how do u bake a cake?" he asked when we were cuddled up on a sofa when September afternoon.
I turned and looked at him in a dazed admiration. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, and started pulling out the ingredients left, right and centre.
I pulled the brass scales out from under the sink and showed him how to set the scales to zero very precisely. He had to keep pushing his glasses up his nose as he lent in because they were sliding off the end.
"Now we weigh the flour on the scales," I said in an almost patronising tone.
I tipped the flour upside down and a poof cloud of white smothered my face. Immediately after I heard the roar of James' laughter.
"Oh this is funny is it?", he responded by nodding through his laughter. His nod was all the confirmation I needed, I picked up the remainder of the flour and blew it in his face as well as down his shirt.
"Lily," he laughed, "Never knew you it in you!"
After that he started chasing me, I ran dropping the flour on the floor and into the living room. He ran after me, catching up easily and grabbing me by the waist an spinning me.
"Oh no you don't," he whispered in my ear
Thrashing against him while I giggled he carried my back into the kitchen, dropped me onto the counter, and quickly produced the flour. He grabbed a handful and emptied it onto my head, I shut my eyes tight, blowing my lips out, making a puffing noise.
He flicked my nose and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. I pulled him into me, my hands wrapping into his hair. The flour fell to the flour with a thud.
"Well that ends that," I giggled into our kiss.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he replied wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. He picked me up and carried me through to the living room, " Wanna take this upstairs?" he asked eagerly
I nodded in response.
We nosily made our way upstairs, with a lot of banging on the way, when we eventally made it to the top, we heard a babies cry.
At the same time we looked into each others eyes an said "Harry,"
He lowered me onto my feet and we both rushed into the nursery.
My cookery lesson forgotten along with the floury mess.
