A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.

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"Where do we go from here?" Lily asked, looking at the test results.

"Where ever you want, Lils," James answered. "This doesn't change anything, well, it does, but at the same time, we talked about having a family."

"I know," Lily said, trying to keep the exasperation from her voice. "But now? Now is the worst possible time for this. There's a war on, and we're in the middle of it, and... and..." she started sobbing before even finishing the thought. James wrapped his arms around her.

"Lily, we'll figure this out. We've figured everything else out, haven't we?"

"By that you mean, you finally figured out how to get me to go out with you? And then how to propose to me in the most insane way possible?" she asked, giving him a smile.

"Exactly. If I can figure those things out, and you can figure out when to smack me for stealing the last ice cream bar, we can figure this out. Right?" James asked, looking into Lily's green eyes.

"You're right. Merlin, I hate saying that, but you're right. We'll figure this out, figure out how to tell everyone who's counting on us that we're going to have to take a rain check on fighting. We'll have to figure out what color to paint the nursery, and how to decorate it, and... names..." Lily's voice trailed off as her mind started making list after list of all the things they would need.

"We've got some time, Lils. Not everything needs to be done tonight. How about, tonight we celebrate the fact our little family will be growing."

"With pizza?" Lily asked.

"Of course, nothing but the best for my Lily," James stated. "And we should probably tell Padfoot, Mooney and Wormtail."

"Can that wait until tomorrow, or next week, I like the idea of there being something only you and I know," Lily whispered, curling against James.

"Sure, and I like the idea of having a secret too, but when we do announce it, it's going to be huge!" James stated. Lily laughed, wondering just what she'd gotten herself into. It didn't matter if they announced the pregnancy with a million fireworks, or nice quiet little cards, all that mattered was she and James were going to get through this. They would get through this the same way they got through everything – with a little insanity and each other.