A/N:

Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.

Three years after chapter one.

It was a cold, breezy day in Godric's Hollow. Lily had spent the night over James's house, only by pleading request from James.

"Mornin' Lil," he cheerfully smiled, bringing in breakfast for her in bed.

"Wow, thanks...how considerate," she said, sitting up. "Having a change in disposition lately?" she joked.

He rolled his eyes, leaving the room. She looked down at the table in front of her, blueberry pancakes, a bacon-and-cheese omelet, a glass of mango juice, and a slice of watermelon; her favorite. There was also a single pure white lily in a small vase. A grin spread over her face. "How sweet", she thought.

He came back into the bedroom, with his own breakfast table, a smirk on his face. He lay down next to her, as if asking, "You like it, right?" She gave him a kiss of gratitude.

"I love it," Lily said, "Where did you learn to cook?"

"Taught myself," he proudly stated, sitting up.

......

After their meal, they got properly dressed.

"Where are we going?" Lily questioned, as she put on her black overcoat.

"Somewhere that I'll think you'll like," was James's only answer.

Lily went over to the mirror, putting on her black gloves and a light brown scarf. She laughed, watching James struggle to put on his light gray coat, as his kneazle kept pawing at it. She finished up her makeup, and placed a black barrette on her contrasting bright red hair. James eventually won the battle of the coat, and put on it as well as his favorite scarf; a light purple cloth with the initials of the Marauders stitched in, by no one other than Lily herself.

"You almost ready?" Lily asked, impatiently, her hands in the coat's pockets.

"Hold up, I need to find something. You can go downstairs, I'll be right there," he told her, his voice somewhat shaky. But she didn't notice.

"Alright," she replied, hurrying downstairs, curious as to where they were going.

James opened a small compartment to his dresser, and picked up the little black box. He opened it slightly, checking, and closed it with a smile. He pocketed it, and looked at the mirror. After attempting to straighten out his hair several unsuccessful times, he went downstairs.

"Come on now, fair lady," James said regally, taking Lily's hand. She rolled her eyes but grinned. He smiled back, declaring, "And out we go!"

They ambled along the sidewalk, waving to neighbors as they passed by. Lily kept close to James for warmth, as she took in the day.

"It's so relaxing, how can he be so warm? What a beautiful day," Lily thought. But James was anything but relaxed. He fumbled with the box in his pocket, taking a deep breath.

He smiled as they reached a quaint park, with the roses and trees in full bloom. The breeze blew around the creamy pink petals. The dried brick ground was spotted with sweet smelling flowers. The large in-ground water fountain was merrily flowing, the petals drifting in the base.

Lily's eyes glittered as she saw the place. She looked up at James, a beaming smile on her face. "It's lovely," she whispered. They sauntered around the square, hand in hand. She never knew love, her love for him, could be this strong.

"Oh look, a photographer!" Lily excitedly pointed out, "Wouldn't it be a charming picture?"

"Sure," James glowed, as he gave the photographer two galleons for the shot.

She held him tight as they danced under the shower of petals, the wind blowing in their faces.

"Thank you," Lily said, taking the photo from his hand. "And thank you," she said to James, giving him a grateful kiss. "This is wonderful."

James looked down at her, grinning, "If you're happy, then I'm happy."

They took a seat next to the water fountain, their hands still entwined. Lily admired the photo, and turned to him. She kissed him softly, "Love you," she whispered, resting her head on him. "Love you, too," he replied, whole-heartedly.

They sat for a while on the bench silently. She relaxed as he played absentmindedly with her hair. He kissed the top of her head, nervously.

"Hey," he softly spoke, palming the small box, "there's something I've been meaning to ask."

"Yes?" she asked, sitting upright, her hands folded on her lap.

He got down on one knee in front of her, trying his best not to shake. He opened the small box, revealing a dazzling diamond ring.

"Lily Evans, will you marry me?"

She gasped slightly, her hand over her mouth. "Of course I will," she managed to speak.

His heart fluttered, as stood up, putting the ring on her finger. She hugged him tight, embracing him. He held her close to him,

"I love you, Lily."

"I love you, too, James."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it the second time around. Thanks for reading, please r&r!