Authors Note: I'm sorry about not updating yesterday. I really am. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.
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He was leaning towards her so their foreheads would touch if either of them moved any closer and she could feel his hair brushing against her skin every so often.
"Okay, so what do you expect you'll be doing ten years from now?" Lily asked, glancing up at him as she brought her hot cocoa to her lips. He could see the sides of her mouth quirk up as she smirked behind the mug.
"Well we're going to be married, of course." James grinned, looking at Lily somewhat sheepishly, his eyes a flash of hazel before they fell back on his hands, red from the cold.
"Oh?" She elevated a brow.
"Oh," He mimicked with a nod, taking a sip of his drink. "We'll be having our first child."
She nodded. "Fair enough. It'll be a girl, obviously."
He set her elbow on the table and held his head in his hand, sighing heavily. "When are you ever going to learn, Evans? We're going to have a boy. Say it with me, boy. B-O-Y."
"Boy, b-o-y boy." Lily said slowly, rolling her eyes in a flash of green. "Or girl."
James scoffed. "Lily! You traitor!"
She shrugged, reaching across and covering James' hand on the table with her own. "Love, I hope you know that you can't change the sex of our future child just by chanting the same word over and over."
"That doesn't mean I can't try."
Lily laughed and James shook his head, smiling down at the table. He could feel the cold air push around his arm, contrasting greatly with the warmth of Lily's hand on his. He turned his hand over, intertwining his fingers with hers.
"So. Ten years from now, what are you going to be doing?" He asked her, pulling her hand up and kissing her knuckles.
"I don't want to seem like a bitch and go and say that I'm not going to get married to you and bare your children, although I wouldn't go ahead and say it to begin with-"
"I was being brave."
"Yeah, okay," She laughed. "That's what it was."
"Oh, shut it."
"If I shut it, I can't tell you where I'm going to be in ten years!"
"Do one or the other, see if I care which."
"I think you care a hell of a lot, Potter."
"You've got me, I do. Spill."
She leaned forward, her nose pushing against his. "I'm going to marry a jackass who tells girls they're getting married on the fifth date and we're going to have three children, but no more." She pulled her hand from his, pointing at him menacingly. "No. More."
James grinned. "We'll see."
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