A.N. Ummm... all of those gay stereotypes were in there on purpose. If they hadn't been... let's just say that I would have majorly dissed myself, and then been totally offended by...myself. If you get what I'm saying. If not, that's o.k. The stereotypes weren't to be mean. Believe me.A LOTof my friends are gay or bi.
Just a side note: This is six months later and Lily and James are married. It was a small wedding, so it didn't take much time to plan.
Lily was sitting at the dining room table filing her nails when James walked in. His arms were full of bags. "A little help here Lils?" he said.
Lily jumped up and rushed to help him. Curiously, she peered inside one of the bags. "You didn't forget what I sent you for, did you?" she asked accusingly.
James looked nervous. "Ummm, groceries?"
Lily closed her eyes took a deep breath. "No, dear. I did not send you out to get groceries. Which is evidently all you came back with..."
James gave his frustrated wife a sheepish grin and took a step back. "I hate to ask, but what did you send me to get?"
"Chocolate! Honeydukes chocolate! " Lily yelled.
James pursed his lips and thought for a second. Lily seemed awfully irritable. Besides, why didn't she... "Lily sweetie?" he asked in an innocent tone.
Lily calmed down enough to ask, "What?"
"Why didn't you just go get it?" James asked. "You can Apparate just as well as I can."
Lily paused for a moment. She was just about to blurt it out, but she didn't want to give James a heart attack. What to do, what to do? How does one tell her husband that she's pregnant? Such a delicate situation...
"Honey?" James asked uncertainly. "Did you even hear me?"
"Yes," she snapped. "I did. I'm thinking."
"About?" he prompted.
"Children."
James looked confused. "Why? We were talking about chocolate and... You're acting strange Lils, are you ok?"
"No," she pouted. "I want my chocolate."
"Alright, alright," James said. "I'll go get you your chocolate. Any other requests?"
"Licorice whips and cockroach clusters." Lily said promptly. "And some pickles and ice cream while you're at it."
James eyed his wife nervously. "You're not PMSing are you?"
"Try pregnant," Lily muttered.
"What?" James asked. "I couldn't hear you."
"Never mind," Lily said. "Hurry back."
James, sweets finally purchased, decided to take a short detour at Sirius and Remus's.
"So, let me get this straight," Remus said. "Overly irritable, demanding chocolate, and pickles amongst other odd foods, refuses to Apparate, and is NOT PMSing?"
"Right," James agreed. "So what wrong with her?"
"Is she sick?" Remus asked.
"Noooo well, she did throw up this morning, but other than that, she's fine," said James.
"She sounds pregnant to me," Sirius said. "What do you think Reme?"
"Yeah," Remus said slowly. "That was my diagnosis too..."
"No way," James breathed. "Noooo..."
"James," Sirius said. "Think about it. Lily, a normally calm individual, is suddenly irritable-"
"And she doesn't even like pickles," Remus said.
"She's pregnant," Sirius and Remus said in unison.
"Lily?" James called as he set the bag of sweets (and pickles) on the counter. "Where are you?"
"Here," Lily said as she walked out of the bedroom. "Oh, you got them!" she squealed as she threw her arms around him.
"Are you pregnant?" James asked suddenly.
Lily looked up at him and smiled wryly. "Gee, how'd you come to that conclusion Sherlock?"
"Sherlock?" James asked puzzledly.
"Never mind. Muggle thing."
"Oh. Well I stopped by to see Remus and Sirius..." James trailed off.
"Ohhhh," Lily said. "Yeah, I'm pregnant."
"WHAT?"
"Oh, yeah," Lily said. "and you can have the pickles. I hate 'em."
-fin-
A.N. And the pregnant women stereotypes... Lol. Sooo? Was it any good? I just logged on to see that y'all wanted another chapter and I wrote it on the spot, so if it sucks, tell me. Review! (If you want another chapter, I'll need some ideas...)
