James was shocked. Shocked! Yes, that shocked! Which was weird because he had already feared it would happen at the party. But I guess you're never prepared for anything.
Anyway, his friends and Lily had managed to drag him home because he had been embarrassing their pants off at the pub by looking all chalk white, rocking backwards and forwards while trembling like mad shouting his special recipe for chocolate chip cookies.
He did that when he was really shocked. Or drunk.
"ADD…A CUP OF FLOUR…MIX…THE EGGS…"
"That's it, I'm getting my frying pan" Lily said and went to get the heaviest one.
"This is all your fault, Pads" said Remus, sitting down.
"My fault?"
"Yes, your fault"
"So I told him the stench of used nappies would take up residence beneath his skin leaving him stuck smelling like that cologne he thinks is vanilla for the rest of his life…I thought you guys had made a pact not to believe everything I say anyway!"
"This is Prongs we're talking about! He thinks that 'pact' is a kind of poncho!"
"…You mean it isn't?"
Lily came back ten minutes later followed by the frying pan. She had shot a levitating charm at it but…well, it was that heavy.
"Now, if any of you guys know a beat-this-person-in-the-head spell…?"
Sirius shot the Levitation Extra Strong Deluxe Charm at it (he had invented it back in his Hogwarts days when James had dared him to shake the castle like a maracas) and the frying pan flew up, so high and so fast it made a hole in the ceiling. A few seconds later the spell wore off and the pan flew straight at James head.
"Ow! Where am I…"
"Maybe he got…amnesia!" said Sirius dramatically.
"Nope. He just likes pretending he does" said Remus.
"Wait…I remember…weren't we at a pub just now? And then…and then…"
"Prongs, the stench of used nappies wont take up residence under your skin and if you think Satan uses pacifiers to spy on mankind, just don't buy them!" said Remus.
"So…I won't smell vanilla?" James asked Sirius.
"No, you won't smell vanilla"
James stood up.
"Hooray! I won't smell vanilla!"

A sunny spring day in April with birds chirping and trees budding, James popped into Sirius pad just to show him all the cute things he had bought today.
"Isn't this the most adorable thing you have ever seen?" he said, reaching into one of the 14 paper-bags he had put on the kitchen table and handed it to Sirius.
Sirius observed the miniature plastic magic operated broomstick.
"I…got nothing"
"Look, look! Goal posts! Hahaha! And check this out! Foam-rubber bludgers! You know, so little Willie won't get a concussion when he plays with his little friends…"
Sirius giggled. "You're gonna call him 'Willie'?"
"Pads, you are so low Flitwick couldn't limbo under you! Burn!"
"As part midget, I find that offensive!"
"Part midget my ass, if you were any taller you wouldn't ask Hagrid for a piggy-back-ride, he would ask you! Burn again!"
"As part giant, I find that offensive"
"Yes, you're mother is a skank, I get it"
James went on showing all he had bought.
"Look, Kenmare Kestrels Children's Quidditch Robe, isn't it delightful? Oh, and matching mittens and a hat with their logo…And doesn't this plush leprechaun just make you all warm and fussy inside? You know, Darren O'Hare designed it!"
"Who?" Sirius yawned, thinking that he really didn't need more of this, four girlfriends were enough.
"Who? Only the best keeper Kenmare's ever had! Founder of Hawkshead Attacking Formation! Any of this a-ringing a bell? I lost count of how many times it helped us winning a game at Hogwarts…"
So there you have it. It hadn't taken long for James to adapt to his new role as a soon-to-be father.

One day when James was painting the guestroom, with a little help of his friends of course, he thought of something.
"So which one of you wants to be the Godfather?" he asked.
"Me! Me!" Sirius jumped up and down waving his hands.
"Yes, I knew it would be tough the decision to make; choosing between the two of you…"
"That's ok, he can be it" said Remus.
"Moony you're so thoughtful!" said Sirius with tears in his eyes.
"So I will hold a competition where you must fight fair and square for the honour!" James announced, not listening.
"But I just said, I don't really wanna be the-"
"To the Stag Mobile!"
There was an awkward pause.
"First of all, you don't have a stag mobile. Second of all, where are we going?" Sirius asked.
"Living room. By foot then! Follow me, lads!"

(A/N: Would you look at that, the writers block disappeared long enough for me to write 2 chapters! Tried updating this saturday...sunday...monday...and today it finally worked!)