Fake
Lily Potter was not asleep. Of course, her husband didn't need to know that. He couldn't be aware of the fact that she was faking slumber, simply because he was too enamoured with the brand new bundle in his arms.
And not wanting to miss out on this moment, Lily contented herself with cracking her eyes enough to take it all in.
His eyes were crinkled from the heart-wrenchingly happy grin on his face. His crooked mouth was parted slightly in awe.
And all the while, his strong fingers were gently pressing to his new son's forehead... his arms... his tiny toes.
Looking for all the world as if he were afraid of breaking their new son, Lily looked on as James ever so slowly bent down and pressed his lips to Harry's tiny tummy.
Really... how could Lily Potter truly go to sleep when her husband was now besotted once again by the same pair of emerald green eyes he'd claimed to fall in love with as an eleven-year-old on a train ride all those years ago?
Ok. This was inspired by my brand new baby niece that was born just a few days ago! I just pictured James as this kind of father... and I did the EXACT same things to my niece when I first got to hold her.