A week had passed, and although Lily had acted courteous to James, she still hadn't allowed him into her bed. Everyone could see the dark circles around his eyes and stiff movements. It was quite obvious that he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a while.

Lily had to admit that she missed her husband, but her damn pride wouldn't let her tell him. He didn't mention anything to her and each night he come in silently and slept on the ground.

She was still vomiting in the morning and feeling dizzy. James didn't know, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Every time she came out to empty the washbasin, she would see Paul looking at her worriedly and Remus gazing at her with a knowing look on his face. She sincerely hoped he didn't suspect what she thought was wrong. He would surely tell James. Lily had taken to avoiding both Paul and Remus.

However, this morning, she wasn't so lucky.

The day was bright and the seas were calm, although that did nothing to settle her churning stomach. She had thrown up that morning and was currently hurrying to throw the mess overboard before someone could find her.

She had just reached the railing when she heard a voice call from behind her.

"Mrs. Potter?" Lily cringed. Still holding the washbasin full of vomit, Lily turned to face Remus.

"Yes, Remus? How many times had I told you to call me Lily? I am married to your best friend, so I am sure that we can be familiar with each other."

"My apologies, Lily," he said, nodding his head towards her. His eyes then looked to the washbasin clutched in her hands.

"Lily, are you feeling well? I couldn't help but notice that you have been –er …emptying the washbasin quite frequently. I highly doubt that you are experiencing sea sickness," he said, raising an eyebrow at her.

Lily threw the contents of the basin overboard and turned to face Remus squarely. "Nothing is wrong, Remus. I thank you for your concern, but it truly is just sea sickness."

Lily turned to walk back to her cabin, but Remus stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "Lily," he whispered," I've seen the signs. I think you and I both know what is really wrong."

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said, yanking her hand out of his grasp.

"You have been throwing up constantly, nauseous, moody. Lily, it is quite obvious. You are with child."

Lily sighed. "Remus, I may suspect that I am …with child, but I don't think is really a confirmed fact. It is just something that I have put out of my mind now."

"This isn't something that you forget about and it goes away. You and James need to have some sort of reconciliation and then you must talk to him about this."

"That will not happen!" she said shrilly. "I am not going to tell him of my suspicions and neither will you."

"He needs to know," Remus said forcibly.

"No, he does not. It will only worry him more and you know I am needed for the Medallion. Why worry him when I myself am not even sure that it is true?"

"Fine, but Lily, you really need to see a midwife or doctor of some sort," he said quietly.

"I know, Remus. I was planning to do that as soon as we landed. I've just been figuring out how to sneak away to visit one," she said.

"I will be glad to assist you, Lily. James will demand that a bodyguard accompany you wherever you go. I will volunteer myself and then we will both go to the midwife," he proposed.

"Thank you so much, Remus," she said, relief evident in her eyes. Lily went back to her cabin with a lighter heart.

"And Lily," she heard Remus call, "please talk to James. I know he misses you."

Lily looked back at him and smiled. Nodding, she went back to her room.

That night, as Lily sat in bed brushing her hair, she reflected upon what Remus had said about James. Perhaps it was time to swallow her pride. She did miss him and he was looking horrible. She knew if they were attacked, he wouldn't be able to fight like he usually would be able to. What if he were killed because of that?!

Lily stopped brushing her hair and her eyes widened in horror at the thought. That would mean that he would die thinking she hated him. And the fact that they were in imminent danger meant that certain nightmare could in fact become a reality. She didn't think she could handle that reality.

Lily looked up as she heard the door creak open. The room was dark as she saw James' figure sneak into his make-shift bed.

"James," she said quietly.

"Yes, Lily," he sighed, trying to settle and find a comfortable spot on the floor.

"I am sorry about everything," she started, "I –I guess my pride wouldn't let me say that. I understand why you had to punish me. I truly am sorry."

James got out of the bundle of sheets and padded silently over to where she was laying. He sat down beside her and gently started running his fingers through her hair.

"Oh, Lily," he said, "I know that."

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes. I also know that I love you."

"James," she said, smiling slightly, "I love you, too."

James smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He got up and went to settle back into the blankets on the floor. Lily watched him, curious of his actions.

"What are you doing, James?" she asked.

"I am going to sleep," he said, looking at her like it was obvious.

"James," she sighed, her face softening, "You may come back and sleep in the bed."

James gave her a goofy grin and slipped into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him.

"Mmm, I've missed this," he said.

Lily smiled. "So have I, but you want to know what I missed the most?" she asked, smiling up at him with a devious little grin.

"What, Lily-love?"

"Making love to you."

James smirked and pulled her closer, if that were even possible.

"Well, Mrs. Potter," he said, "I think I can remedy that."

A/N: Sorry that took so long! I had a crazy amount of school work and, well, I am a HUGE procastinator! Thanks for all the reviews and please keep reviewing, it is so helpful.