Chapter 11-What Was That Saying About Spilled Milk Again?
A week later, Lily still hadn't heard an answer from Petunia, and she was starting to grow worried. What if something had happened to Ginger? What if Petunia truly hated her, as she'd said? She couldn't possibly hate her; after all, Lily herself had told James that she hated him for years, before ever admitting that she loved him. Maybe it ran in the family.
Finally, she was sitting at the kitchen table one day when an owl flew through and landed right in front of her. A quick look told her that the owl was Ginger; she fed her a piece of bacon, immediately grabbing the envelope from her leg. It read:
Dear Lily,
First of all, I would like to ask you never to send an owl to my house again. It is an unnatural and uncanny way of communication. Thank you. Now, Vernon and I would most certainly enjoy a visit to your home. Anytime this week, except for Monday, would be a grand time for a visit, for on Monday, Vernon has been invited to an important dinner for work. Also, Vernon, Dudley and I are doing fine, thank you.
Congratulations on being pregnant. Are you sure that you can handle that? I'm not so sure, it is twins, after all, also, with Harry, you will have three children under the age of three.
Also, I do still believe that James is the irresponsible man that I met over Christmas, along with many other occasions, I am sorry if you cannot see the truth, but I believe that he is, and always will be.
I would enjoy catching up with you over dinner on Wednesday, how does that sound? Please write back with your reply.
Sincerely,
Petunia
Lily read it over again. How dare she?! Of course they would be able to handle twins! And so maybe James was fun-loving, that didn't make him irresponsible! She would have to make her see reason, Lily decided. Quickly, she wrote back. Today she would have to take this letter to the post office. James was at work for the day. Being an auror was demanding, especially in times like these.
Finally, after a fifteen-minute long struggle against the little boy, she got him dressed in a striped t-shirt and cargo shorts, along with an adorable pair of baby sandals. She plopped him down in a playpen currently taking up residence in their living room, or 'the kiddie cage,' as the Marauders had grown fond of calling it, and went to change, herself.
It was a particularly warm day in May so she pulled on a short-sleeved pink blouse, and a pair of maternity jeans. She grabbed a journey necklace James had given her when she gave birth to Harry, 'the journey of motherhood awaits us' he had told her as he put it on. Knowing that Harry loved to play with her earrings, she grabbed a pair of diamond post earrings to match.
Grabbing Petunia's letter, she placed Harry in his stroller and quickly flooed them to Diagon Alley.
Once in the shopping district, she exited to muggle London. After a quick walk, including several people stopping her to look at Harry and his royal adorableness, she made her way to the post office.
Next, she made her way to a diner where she was supposed to meet James, who would be getting off of work early so that they could pick out a baby room.
She sat down at a table and settled Harry into a booster chair, awaiting James arrival. She wasn't kept waiting long, for not moments later James walked through the door, and, spotting her, walked over.
They ate lunch quickly, and set out to the paint store.
They got right down to work, searching through every paint color known to man.
"What are we going to do James?"
James set Harry down and sat beside Lily. "Its okay, Peanut, everything will work out. Lets see, you thought that pink was too girly, red is violent, black is evil, whit is too plain, orange was too bright, yellow was way too mellow, off-white is just too horrible, purple is too dark, blue means boys…what about green? I like green!"
"It reminds me too much of all the morning sickness I've had with the twins."
"Okay then, Green is too pukey." She giggled. "What about lavender? It's like a lighter purple. I like lavender. Does that sound good to you?"
"Lavender…" she said softly. "Lavender just might work. We'll paint their room lavender, James!"
She spun her arms around in a circle, and then picked up Harry and twirled him around, dancing with him. James watched the two in amusement before Lily got tired and set Harry down.
"We're having twins and we finally picked out the color of their room!" she called out to anyone that happened to be in Home Depot. Anyone listening clapped appreciatively for them, calling out congratulations about their growing family.
They left the paint store, a gallon of which in hand, and headed to another muggle shop for more baby supplies.
They searched around the store, looking through all of the themes and bedding sets they could find. Finally they came to one labeled Sugar Plum (link on profile). Lily absolutely adored the way it looked, and James had to agree that it was cute. They bought the set, transfigured it to be smaller, and headed home.
Later that day, Lily was making dinner, pasta with red sauce, garlic bread and mixed vegetables. She was pouring milk for Harry, when the glass slipped from her hand and shattered onto the tile floor of the kitchen.
Tears sprung to her eyes, and she slumped down onto the kitchen floor. Salty water poured down her cheeks and pooled on the kitchen floor.
James, hearing the racket coming from the kitchen, rushed through the door to see what was amiss. He saw Lily's hunched over figure, and ran to her side. He rubbed her back and whispered soothing words into her ears until the sobs quieted enough for her to speak.
"I can't do anything right!" She wailed, "Why would you want to marry someone who's the size of a whale, drops everything, and cries constantly?!"
"Because I love you," James replied simply, boring his chocolate eyes into her emerald ones.
"But why do you love me, James?! Why?!" Lily nearly yelled.
"Why do I love you? I could come up with a million reasons," James said, "I love your temper, I love the way that you care about everything, even things that you don't have to, I love how you hold this family together, I love the way you take care of Harry, I love how whenever you wear post earrings, they're two different colors, I love your cooking, I love how great you are in bed, I love the way you don't put up with crap from anybody, I love how back when we were in school you were the only one who wasn't crazy about me…"
He trailed off as she started to smile through her tears. "Thank you, James, I really needed that." She said, "Sometimes I just feel so useless, you always know how to cheer me up."
In reply he kissed her softly. "Jamie…"she whispered, and he kissed her again, deeply this time.
A few moments later, she pulled away, "Tonight, love."
"Lily," he groaned.
"Later, I promise." And she continued to make dinner.
Finally, hours later, Lily stepped into their bedroom, "I am pleased to report that Harry is bathed, pajama-clad, and sound asleep."
Immediately James dove for her, aiming his hands for her stomach, "James!" she shrieked.
"You promised later, cupcake. Now's later."
Lily giggled, "Just let me change first, and then you can have your way with me, I promise, 'k?"
"You'll be the death of me, me Lilyflower, go on, change, but don't take too long, or I might just burst in on you."
Lily went to the bathroom, only stopping to grab a bundle of clothes that James couldn't see, and he sat on the comfortable bed, anxiously awaiting her return.
While Lily was in the bathroom, James changed from his clothes into a pair of blue-grey pajama bottoms.
He lay back down on the bed, and soon heard the door open. He turned to look at her, and what he saw made his jaw drop. She was wearing nothing but a silky deep purple babydoll chemise and a matching thong. (link on profile) This was something she hadn't worn since before they knew that Voldemort was going to come after Harry, and in short, them. Just the thought of previous things they had done when she wore that made him drool.
"Hey there," she purred seductively. Without thinking, he stood up, in a trancelike state, and walked over to her, kissing her deeply, his hands moving all over her body. While their lips were still locked, he gently guided her over to the bed. Before long, her head hit the pillow with a soft thud, and they were lost in a night of passion, romance and love.
Review! And I want to know what you really think! Not just good or bad. Real reviews please! Also, what did you think of the outfits on Polyvore, and the baby's bedroom. By the way, you no longer need to give me names for the babies, I have a few.