A/N: Big thanks to all who reviewed in the past few days. I never expected to get so many of them! Usually, I respond to them by e-mail, but usually I end up with five—not fifty (but I'm definitely not complaining). I tried to answer most of your questions in this chapter.

"So, um…it was blue then," Sirius said flatly. James just nodded. He'd spent the last half hour at Sirius's kitchen table giving him a complete description of his current predicament and figured he'd done enough talking for one night. Admittedly, he felt a little guilty telling Sirius about Lily's pregnancy when for some reason Lily herself saw the need to be so tightlipped about it. But it's my baby, too, James reassured himself. And this is my best friend here. I can trust him not to tell. He was interrupted from his reverie by a sudden sigh of relief from Sirius. James wondered in annoyance what could possibly have made his best friend so pleased.

"Well, at least it was just blue. I mean, it could have said she was pregnant."

James just looked at him for a little while. Then, he started laughing, not out of mirth, but because it was the only thing that could keep him from yelling at Sirius from the top of his lungs, which would surely wake up the neighbors in 7A. Sirius just stared at him, knowing he had missed something important, but not catching exactly what it was.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. "I'm guessing "blue" in Muggle pregnancy testing language means, "Congratulations, you've got scones in the oven!"

"You got it, mate," James said hoarsely.

Sirius turned around and started searching through his kitchen cabinets. As a last ditch effort he asked, "Any chance it's not hers? Her sister's maybe?"

"I doubt it. It was in her bathroom. Besides, I don't think there's a man in England with low enough standards to do anything with Petunia Evans that could result in a positive pregnancy test."

"Yeah, didn't think so." Sirius turned around, holding a bottle of firewhiskey and two shot glasses. "Drink up, mate," he said, as he poured the first shot and handed it to James. "You'll wish you had a lot more of this in a few months.

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After a few rounds had loosened their tongues, Sirius asked, "Any chance it's not yours, then?"

"Hmm…never thought about it that way before…maybe it's Snape's."

Sirius stood up quickly, which made his head spin a little bit. "Alright, you've definitely had enough." He began to clear up the table, which was littered with Knuts that they had been trying to bounce into a shot glass.

"How do you know I've had enough?"

"James, you're jesting about your girlfriend doing the deed with Snivellus. I'm counting you out…and the bottle's empty." 

"Okee-Dokee," James said slowly, as he bounced another Knut off of the stove, which landed into the sink, about six feet away from the shot glass. Sirius led him to the couch in the living room, grabbed a spare blanket off a shelf, and threw it at James.

"'Night, James."

"See ya in the mornin', Sirius."

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James laid himself on top of Sirius's kitchen table, holding an ice tray to his head. Looking at the food in the kitchen made his stomach feel sour, but after he had come in to get the ice, he couldn't muster the energy to return to the sofa.

"Do you think this is what morning sickness feels like?" he asked Sirius.

"Maybe…poor Lily."

"I wonder why she's lying about it. Seems to me, if I had to do this every day, I'd want somebody with me."

"Maybe she thinks you'd take it badly," Sirius suggested.

"Why would she think that?"

"Well, maybe she thinks you'll blow her off, run to your best friend, and drink half a bottle of firewhiskey to forget about her. That hardly qualifies as taking it well."

"Oh, well maybe I should talk to her, tell her how I feel, you know?" James began to sit up, but the piercing pain in his skull made him think better of it. "Of course, I could wait until tomorrow. She'll be fine until tomorrow, right?"

"Whatever you say, mate."