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A/N: Thank you all my reviewers. You guys are wonderful.
To Amiee: Right now!!
I'm going to start to work on a new story. I won't be posting it until this one is over though (which I'm hoping will be soon).
Chapter 38
One morning, James woke up and noticed that Lily was still sleeping. *That's weird,* he thought. Lily had always woken up before him. James glanced at the clock on the bedside and realized that it was pretty late already.
"Lily," he said, shaking her gently. "Lily, wake up."
"Hmm?" she said, turning on her side.
"Lily, honey, wake up. You're going to be late for work."
"Mmm…what time is it?"
"It's eight forty-five, Lily."
"Oh…" Lily yawned and drifted back to sleep.
"Lily, are you okay?" James said worriedly, shaking Lily awake again. "You're scaring me."
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get up. I'm just a bit…I don't know." She tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn't support her weight. Lily sat down next to James on the bed. "I'm feeling unusually tired."
"Maybe you should stay home today," James said.
"No…no. It's okay. I can manage."
James placed his palm on Lily's forehead. "You're slightly burning up," he said. "Stay in bed."
"James, that's silly. I'm not a baby, I can take care of myself, okay? I'm feeling nothing, but a little head--" Lily suddenly felt her dinner coming up, so she ran to the bathroom and locked the door.
James walked to the bathroom door and could tell that it wasn't pretty on the other side. "Are you all right, Lily?" The sound of Lily vomiting was the reply. Lily came out a few minutes later, looking very sick.
"I feel awful, James," she said.
James hugged her comfortingly, and said, "Was it something you ate last night?"
"Well, I ate everything you ate, and you're perfectly fine."
"Maybe it's because I'm stronger."
"Maybe…" Lily said uncertainly.
"Listen, you stay at home today and don't get out of bed. Missing one day of work won't kill you. Now, I'm going to go shower then leave for work. I'll make you some soup before I do though, okay?"
"Okay, but James?"
"Yeah?"
"Let me use bathroom one more time." Lily quickly ran into it again.
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*How do I tell him? How do I tell him?* thought Lily frantically. She was pacing her bedroom, wringing her hands. *Wait. I can't tell him! I don't know how he'll react. What if…what if he doesn't want it? Oh god…*
"Lily?" James called. "I'm home."
"Hi James…" Lily said awkwardly, coming out to greet her husband.
"How are you feeling?" James asked.
"Er…okay."
"Are you sure? You don't seem normal."
"I er…I have something to tell you, James."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well…I went out today…"
"Lily! You were supposed to stay home!"
"I know, I know, James. But I went to St. Mungo's."
"Oh. Well, is everything all right?"
"Er…I'm not sure."
"You're not sick or something, are you?"
"No…no. Nothing like that. It's just…" *Just tell him! He's your husband. He'll understand…but what if he doesn't?* "Never mind," Lily said. "I have nothing to say. How was your day? I made dinner, let's eat." Lily made for the kitchen, but James caught her wrist. He eyed her suspiciously.
"I know you have something to tell, Lily," he said.
"N-no, I don't."
"Come on, Lils. You know you can tell me anything."
"I…I don't know. I'm afraid of what you might say."
"Tell me, Lily."
"Well, all right. James, I'm er…I'm…. Well, I…"
"You're…" James prompted her.
"I'm…"
"You're…"
"I'm er…"
"Lily!"
"Okay, okay." Lily took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "James, I'm pregnant." When James didn't say anything, Lily inhaled deeply again and popped her eyes open. James was just staring at her, mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
"J-James?" Lily said.
"What did you say, Lils?"
"Er…'James'?"
"No, no. Before that."
"Oh. I'm…er…pregnant?"
"A-are you serious?"
Lily nodded.
"I need to sit down," James said, sitting down on the couch.
Lily frowned. "James, if you don't want to have a baby you can just tell me, you know," Lily said angrily.
"No, no," James said hurriedly. "Lily, it's not that. I'm just a bit shock, that's all."
"Oh. Well, are you, you know, happy?"
"Am I happy?" James asked, standing up.
"Y-yeah?"
"Of course I'm happy!" James roared, picking Lily up and twirling her around. Lily laughed.
"We're going to have a baby!" she cried. Lily smiled happily. They sat down on the couch together. James, grinning like an idiot, rubbed Lily's stomach and held his head to it. "Hello there, little Vanessa or Harry James," he said.
"Don't be silly, James," Lily said laughing. "The baby can't hear you yet."
"Oh, that reminds me," James said, lifting his head and looking at Lily. "How long have you been pregnant?"
"Around three weeks," Lily said.
"Oh…" James said. Then he grinned. "Well, that certainly explains a lot."
"What do you mean?" Lily said, narrowing her eyes. "Are you saying that I'm fat?"
James laughed. "No! It's just…well, remember that fight we had? And all your other little mood swings?"
"Are you blaming me for that fight?"
"No! C'mon, Lily!"
Lily fumed a bit, but laughed at James's desperate look. "I see what you mean," she said, giggling.
James laughed too. "But, Lily!" he said, getting serious. "I can't believe it! We're going to have a baby! I'm going to be a father!"
Lily smiled. "And I'm going to be a mother!"
"You'll make a wonderful mommy," James said, picturing her rocking a baby in her arms.
"Thanks. You'll make a great daddy too. Well, just as long as you don't teach him any of that pranking stuff."
James looked shock. "Of course I am! Ooh, wait till Sirius know!"
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