November came in a blink of an eye. Lily and James had spent the last week of October telling everyone they knew their exciting news.

Sirius, of course, was the first to know. Being James's best friend, he would have been insulted if he wasn't the first.

"Well, well... I know what you two where doing that night you told me you couldn't go to the Three Broomsticks with me and Remus because you had "other plans"... heh.. Sorry, Prongsie.. you know I'm only joking... Hey! Watch where you point that... OH, yeah. Congratulations. I'm the Godfather, right?"

And of course, they would make Sirius the Godfather of their son. Lily's first choice had been Remus, as he was the more responsible of the Marauders. But Sirius, realizing that Lily didn't think him responsible, and wanting to prove himself to her, came to their house one night to tell her in person that he would die to protect his best friend's son. Lily had been so moved by Sirius's uncharacteristically serious proclamation, she started sobbing all over him, leaving both James and Sirius bewildered and exasperated.

Remus, Peter, James's parents, Lily's parents, and Lily's friends were among some of the others who were told about the baby. By this time, Lily did seem to have put on a few pounds.

On one particular day, after her shower, Lily made her way down to the kitchen, her wet hair pilled atop her head in a messy ponytail. She was wearing one of James's old quidditch team shirts, and her huge plaid pajama pants. None of her clothes fit her anymore.

"Morning, James... I love you." She told him, as she hugged him from the back, which had now become considerably hard. He set down what he was levitating and turned to face her, giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

"I love you, too. And how's James Jr. doing this morning?" He asked her, reaching down to rub her belly gingerly, "Wow, Lily, you've... um... grown... a bit..."

"James!" she said sternly, but the seriousness in her voice was overcome by her laughter, "I'm pregnant! I can't fit into any of my clothes anymore! I had to steal one of your shirts, if that's okay? And hang on a moment.... When did we decide on naming him James Jr.?"

"Aw, Lil... you don't like my name?" he asked her, with a very big fake pout, "Or we could name him Prongs Jr. if you like that better."

"I'm not naming my son Prongs!" Lily replied with a grin, "I think I'd really like something with an 'H'... it sounds business like... 'Mr. H. Potter'... what about.. Harvey... or Harold?"

"Lily, you can't be serious. Harvey? Harold? I don't know... Everyone would call him 'Harry' for short anyway... so if that's really the name you want, I say we just name him Harry in the first place... and Harry sounds a lot better than Harold."

"Harry..." Lily said thoughtfully, "Harry Potter... I like it. And if you really want to have him named after you, we can use it as his middle name."

"Harry Prongs Potter... I like it, too." said James jokingly, as he levitated the finished breakfast over to the table where Lily was sitting, and gave her another quick kiss. And before placing the two glasses down on the table and seating himself, he bent and gently kissed Lily's stomach, through his faded grey Wimbourne Wasps t-shirt. "Good morning, Harry."

Lily smiled at him as she took the glasses from him and poured orange juice into each. "James... I love you so much.. and Harry will love you too."