'Lily! Wait, please!'

Two days later. We had been sitting by the lake, again, relaxing after our Potions Examination, unwinding in our old routine. Sirius had started a conversation about couples and just generally taking the piss.

'Well, here we have Peter, who's going to marry… that girl in third year, what's her name? Rita! Ha!'

The group erupted in laughter and Peter blushed a deep crimson, burying his head in his arms. I smiled. I'd seen him looking at Rita Skeeter, they were both as weird as each other.

'Now…' Sirius continued with a flourish. 'Who next? Hannah, hmm… meh, you can marry Remus… eww, get a room!' he shrieked, as Remus grabbed Hannah around the back of her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Sam groaned and Aoife giggled, her hand pressed over her mouth, cheeks bright and eyes glittering. I sat and smiled some more, waiting for my turn. Which just happened to be next.

Sirius just shrugged and grinned evilly at me. 'Lily will end up lonely and alone, with no one to love her.'

It was a joke. Just a dumb joke. But, damn, that hurt and the look on my face must've been a shock to Sirius because the grin vanished from his face. Lonely and alone. I suppose it hurt so much because someone had finally muttered what I'd been thinking for months. I felt sick as I jumped to my feet and scooped up my bag, memories and images of my family flashing before my eyes. James' mouth was open in surprise as I wheeled around and marched away, tears so close.

I think I'd turned into a real drama queen, for that last year. Well, hormones, duh! It wasn't until I was about three feet from the castle entrance that I heard running feet behind me.

'Lily! Wait, please!'

I whipped around, my misery making me furious.

'What? What do you want from me now, James, because I've had enough!'

'What are you talking about?' He shook his head, frowning in confusion. 'I haven't done anything.'

'Exactly! You chase me for years and when I finally figure it out, you run off!' His eyes had opened wide in shock, but I didn't stop, I was on one hell of a roll. 'It's so typical, me losing everything in just two years, I could have had you, I could have been slightly more happy, but I lost my family and you too and I can't believe I was so dumb and now…'

It hit me. I'd just blurted it all out, argh! No! I brought my hands to my face, shaking my head.

'Now I've just told you… oh, god…'

I backed away up the steps and turned to run but he caught my hand, spinning me back around to face him. He didn't say a word, not one little thing. Just grabbed my hand, pulled me down, wound the fingers of his free hand into my hair and kissed me.

You know how people talk about their knees going weak and all that bullshit? Yeah, well, it's true. It's like the whole world just stops for a brief moment and you're THERE with HIM and… well, yeah. I could tell straight away that all his girlfriends had done a good job because the boy was one hell of a kisser.

'Lily?'

'Yeah?'

'You're so bloody slow.'

'I know.' I buried my face in his shoulder and hung on.

Ok, so that's about it. That last bit took me two days to write and now… well, my baby is due tomorrow, but something tells me it's going to be really soon. No idea why, I just have this crazy feeling. James keeps poking his head into the room and checking up on me, giving me a once over and disappearing again. I love him so much and my baby, belting away at me from the inside. It's like it's telling me it wants to get out, now, right now. It's so sweet, James thinks I can't see him, I have my back to the doorway and I can see his reflection in the glass of the window opposite me. He looks so worried and sweet and happy, all at the same time.

I knew it! I just took a little break from writing to get myself a drink and I got a sharp pain and my waters broke. James is now dashing around, nervously, asking me to hurry up, but I have hours upon hours left of this, five minutes to finish off won't take long. If my baby is a girl, I'll call her Sammy, after all, Sam died a spectacular death last year against Voldemort. If it's a boy, I'll call him Harry. For no real reason, I just love that name. Which suits, because I love my baby already and when I see it I'll cuddle it and take care of it and watch it grow up into a lovely young lady or a handsome young man, like James. I hope I make a good mother. I hope, I hope, I hope…