A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed again. I'm sorry the chapters are so short and that it takes so long to update, but you've got to believe me when I say I'm writing this as fast as I can. I was trying to finish this before I leave for school this week, but I've been so busy packing. (I've no idea how Harry fits it all in one trunk!) And just a quick question, who's that weird shadow of on the upper corner of the back of the Order of the Phoenix? If anyone could e-mail me about that, it'd be really great. Anyways, hope you like this chapter.

"Couldn't stay away, love?" Lily teased as she opened her window to let James in. Admittedly, it would have been much easier for him to Apparate into her bedroom, but he knew Lily would appreciate this as a romantic gesture—and right now he needed all the points he could get. Flashing his patented smile, which never failed to melt the paint right off the fingernails of his fan club, he handed her a flower he'd hastily plucked from one of the neighbors' bushes. Returning his grin, she leaned in to kiss him, and for a moment, he forgot what he was here to do…but only for a moment.

"Stop it," he muttered as he pushed her away.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking concerned.

"My God, Lily, just stop it! I can't—" He stopped dead at the look on her face. She's hurt! This isn't how things are supposed to go! "Lily, I'm sorry. It's just that the other night when I was here I—"

"Shhh!" She put a finger to his lips. He heard a car door slam, and, seconds later, the front door open.

"Petunia! Lily!"

"Oh shit! They're home early." She began to push James towards the window. "I'm sorry, James, but if my father finds you here, he'll kill you!"

"But, Lily, I have to talk to you!"

"We can talk later. I promise, but you've got to go!"

"Lily! Petunia!"

"I'm up here," Lily called. "Now!" she mouthed, turning to James and gesturing frantically towards the window. James sighed, and, his insides feeling leaden, took one last look at her before Disapparating.

*  *  *

"You didn't tell her!" Sirius exclaimed incredulously. Three hours had passed since the debacle at Lily's, and James found himself, for the second time in two days, banging his head on Sirius's kitchen table. 

"When, exactly, was I supposed to? I mean, she was practically pushing me out the window."

"You'd think, as you're the father of her child and all, she'd try to avoid killing you."

"Maybe she took out a life insurance policy."

Sirius started to laugh, then gave it up. "That wasn't funny," he said flatly. "So seriously, what you gonna do?"

James sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Well, I can't really do anything until she tells me, right?

"Right," Sirius agreed.

"So we should just wait, right?"

"Right," Sirius agreed again. He thought for a moment. "Whoa, whoa, wait! We?! It only takes two to make a baby, last time I checked. That'd be you and Lily. I'm just the casual observer."

"I'll let you be the godfather."

"OK, but since I'm now an equal partner, I have to tell you I'm not so crazy about the whole waiting patiently for Lily to tell us idea. I'm thinking she could do with a little prompting."

"Prompting?" James asked skeptically.

"Yeah. Like when you're around her, start talking about babies and stuff. She's bound to crack eventually."

"I don't know… maybe I should just tell her I know."

"And risk being thrown out the window. I'm telling you, James. Her hormones are out of whack. She's not safe."

"Maybe I could write to her."

"Yeah, send her a Christmas card and some chocolates. I can just read it now: Happy Christmas, Love! I figured you'd like these, since you're eating for two and all."

"Well I wouldn't word it quite that way."

"James, take it from a man who knows. Never, ever, tell a woman anything of importance over a letter. They freak out, think you can't face them and crap like that."

" But I can't face her!" James said desperately. "Literally. She said her father would kill me if he found me sneaking into her bedroom, and this isn't exactly something I can tell her in front of them."

"I think he's going to kill you anyway, mate. When he finds out you knocked her up, I mean."

James's face paled. He hadn't thought about either of their families' reactions to this. His own parents would probably be disappointed, but not angry enough to cut him off or anything. He had no idea, however, what Lily's parents would do.

This would be so much easier if she would just talk to me!