Lily placed a hand on her stomach consciously, smiling with bliss. She had come accustomed to doing this in the past two months. Lily was now showing a little—she was pregnant for a good three months now. It seemed more to her though, and whenever Lily would mention this to James, he would deny it and say "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

But the bigger stomach wasn't the only thing that was new. Lily now wore a ring on her left hand; a marriage ring. She instantly blushed at the thought. The marriage had been small; something that she thought too many people exaggerated over.

Lily never did want a big wedding. She remembered as a little girl, discussing weddings with Tuney; Petunia had always wanted attention, so wanting a big wedding didn't surprised her—now. Lily didn't understand selfishness as a five year old. And Petunia did have a large wedding.

But, Lily had decided against it. She didn't have a big family. The only living relatives she had were mum and sadly her sister's family. James, on the other hand, had a larger family—but not too large.

She could remember the day perfectly. She knew it was going to be on her mind for a very long time.

Lily woke early that morning—out of eagerness. Today was the day. It was the day that she was going to fully belong to something; something she enjoyed. Something she loved with all her heart. Something she was in love with.

James Potter.

Her lips moved up in one swift motion; she was smiling a completely genuine smile. Lily Potter. She was now trembling with excitement. The names fit so well together.

She hoped out of bed and nearly ran into Alice—who was staying with Lily while James and his mates went out for the bachelor party; they would be back by—well, before the wedding . . . Lily hoped.

"Watch it!" Alice smacked her on the arm. "You're definitely excited."

Lily nodded quickly, her wide smile spreading across her face again. "It's my wedding day," she paused while her smile became more mischievous. "As I recall on your wedding day you were so excited that you ruined the wedding cake before the wedding started."

Alice's smile faded and face flushed with scarlet. "Well—it's not my fault that all the foods were being made at my parent's house." Lily laughed and hugged Alice.

"Thank you for being my Maid of Honor!"

Alice patted her on the head and wiggled her way out of Lily's arms. "Yes, yes, I believe that would be seventieth time that you have thanked me . . ." now she hugged Lily. "There is no need though. We'll be best friends forever . . . even that—both of our children will be in school together!"

Lily smiled wider at the memory of her announcement of her pregnancy. Lily had apparated over to the Longbottom's flat on an early Saturday morning—they were going shopping for her wedding dress (they would be picking up her mother afterwards).

The news had been bugging Lily for weeks and she had wanted to tell Alice terribly. So the announcement came out in a loud rush.

"Okay, so we should probably get on with it . . ." Alice grabbed Lily's arm and pulled her to the bathroom.

Lily's normally wavy deep red hair was now elegantly curly and piled on top of her head. She didn't wear a lot of make-up; Lily denied it. Her white dress was already pulled over her head and she was standing behind the large doors, waiting for the music to start.

Lily glanced over at the man standing next to her. Since Lily's father was deceased and James' father was in the hospital, she had asked Remus to walk her down the aisle.

"Thanks for doing this," she whispered to him. Her cheeks were already flushed but more blushed blended in. That was the reason why she never needed blush.

Remus replied with a simple "No problem" and slipped his arm under hers as the music started up.

The aisle wasn't that long; in fact, the church wasn't even that large. There were only ten rows of pews and a little altar up front. The church was decorated a little in a royal blue (Lily's color) such as the ends of the pews and the flowers in Lily's and the bridesmaids' hands.

Lily's eyes, though, were on James. He was smiling his arrogant smile that he had worn all through school; the one that had always irritated Lily to the bone. But now it was her favorite one—the one that showed that he had what he wanted.

The rest of the ceremony flew past in a blur. Lily was smiling with joy as she swam in James' hazel eyes. They were now her favorite color: hazel. It was a perfect hazel too. Not too light and not too dark.

The only other thing she noticed was the warmth of his hands as he placed the ring on her fourth finger on her left hand. It felt like a nice, soft blanket warming every part of her body.

"I now announce you husband and wife."

And suddenly every humanely sense was James Potter.

The reception was at a park deserted park. People buzzed and congratulated—several times, actually. There were only a limited number of people there—including most of the Order. Some people, though, hadn't come because they didn't want to be out in the open. Lily had cursed Voldemort to hell when she heard their decline.

"Lily, I want you to meet someone." James grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her across a patch of grass to a man and a woman.

The man turned to the Potters with a smile on his face. The man, Lily noted, looked about ten years older than the jet-black haired woman next to them. His face had forming wrinkles on his face. His chocolate eyes sparkled at the meer sight of them.

The woman, though, looked at least in her late twenties or early thirties. The black hair flowed down her back in natural spirals. Then, she turned to them. She was more beautiful than she imagined. She had a rounded face with rounded features; her sapphire jewel eyes blazed with bliss.

Her hands were occupied with a bundle of blankets.

"Lily," James smiled, squeezing Lily's hand. "this is my Denise and Bernard." Then he paused and looked at the woman's hands.

"It's nice to meet both of you." She smiled. "I've never met any of James' family before—besides his father."

"Yes, it is a pity." The man's eyes were sorrowful—as if James' father meant something to him. "definitely was an idol for me when I was a boy."

The lady spoke up then. "Shh!" she said. "She just went to sleep!" Denise blushed and smiled. "I'm sorry. It's nice to meet you, Lily." She eyed the baby in a hungry way, lightly sweeping snow off the baby's face.

"What's her name?" Lily asked sweetly, mesmerized at the beauty of the baby.

It had been a while since she had seen a baby. Her cousins hadn't had any babies yet and her sister, well, she was sure she wasn't going to be seeing her or her new baby for a while.

"Aelwen."

Lily's smile widened. "What a beautiful name." Lily commented, taking James' hand into hers. She was suddenly excited for her baby to come.

"It was nice seeing you again." James said, starting to pull Lily again. She looked up into her husband's face a little confused, but sighed.

"Yes, it was nice meeting you." Lily and James walked towards the tents before Lily said anything more. "Who was that?"

He sighed and smiled a little. "It's hard to explain." James sighed again and ran his hand through his hair. Lily grimaced; it had been so long since he had done it. She had hoped that he had come out of that habit. "My dad's younger brother . . . His original wife died after he had his first child—which died soon after his wife—I mean, you can tell he's rather young."

"Yeah . . . late forties?"

James nodded. "And he got married again about six years ago." He grimaced. "And I guess he really wanted a kid . . . ." He paused and scrutinized nothing in particular. "I'm sure his wife wanted a child too, though."

"That was a beautiful baby," Lily said quietly, printing the baby's face into her head. "Do you know how old she is?" Her breath did little circles in the air, dancing around Lily's face. She waited impatiently for the answer.

"I think she was born in October."

Lily smiled again and pulled James' head down for a kiss.

Lily sighed, plastering a smile on her face. She just couldn't believe that it had been two months ago. It just didn't seem real. She could still remember Alice pulling her out of the house to go and test cakes at a local bakery. It seemed like yesterday.

A pang of fear swept through Lily.

At the last Order meeting, and at the Ministry, Lily had only begun to realize how bad it was with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It was horrible, actually. The disappearances, black mailing, and murdering.

Lily looked behind her at James. He was breathing in and out slowly. His hair was messy and his arms were sprawled out over the bed. Lily couldn't believe how much she actually loved him.

If only they could be like this forever. Just the two of them, and this new-coming baby.

A/N: So this was basically the chapter of their wedding. Yeah, yeah, I didn't want to do it in the present. I thought it would be better if I did it this way.
Yeah, I'm sure James didn't have an Uncle named Bernard (I thought of that name off the spot. It reminds me of Bernard from The Santa Claus) and an Aunt called Denise of a cousin named Aelwen.

So, please review. It would be lovely if you did (:
~ChuddleyCanons