Chapter 38: I'm... PREGNANT!

A/N: Make sure to have reviewed last chapter! I want feedback on the wedding. I have basically no clue how weddings really went. My mum isn't home to help me, and frankly, I couldn't wait for her! Well... here's MORE!

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I'm... PREGNANT!
The door unlocked with a click and I walked inside with James kissing me on the lips. I turned on the light switch and fumbled with the keys in my hand. He backed me against the wall and kissed me harder.

I broke apart. "Didn't you get enough of this on our honeymoon?" I joked.

"Just getting my daily dose of Lily."

I laughed. "You're a character."

"You shag better as my wife," he replied earnestly.

"You don't shag better as my husband," I taunted, making him stop kissing me.

"What?!"

I laughed, walking towards the kitchen. "What would you like for dinner?"

"You think I'm a bad shag?"

I rolled my eyes as he followed me, levitating our bags behind him.

"It was just something I said so you'd stop kissing me and let me breath."

"Oh..." he looked like that solved the matter. "But am I a bad shag?!"

I pushed him playfully. "Hush up and let me fix you dinner. Then I'm going to bed."

"With me?"

"To sleep," I replied yawning. "I've got work tomorrow."

"Unfortunately I do too."
What put a damper on our day happened when we picked up the paper and saw that there had been more attacks while we were gone. Dorcas' grandparents had been killed, it said. And some of the Bones' were tortured, along with others. James wrapped his arms around me as I gasped.

"Poor Dorcas—Edgar and Amelia—ooh James."

"Shhs," he said rocking me back and forth. "It's..."

I knew he didn't have anything to say to make me feel better. Because I knew it wasn't going to be all right. Dorcas, Amelia and Edgar were three people who would pretend nothing was wrong, just because I had come back with the man that I love. Sirius came to visit us and to pick up his motorbike two days after we had gotten back.

"So when are you having little James' running around?" he asked grinning.

I sighed ignoring his question. "How's Dorcas?"

"I don't know," he said shrugging. "We broke up."

"Oh no!" I said loudly. "You're lying."

James came in from the other room. "Sirius your bike is just fine. What's wrong, Lil?"

"Tell him," I ordered to Sirius, who didn't say anything, but continued to eat his apple.

"Someone going to tell me?" James asked after a minute.

"I can't believe you broke up!"

"You weren't there, Lil!"

"Who broke up?" asked a clueless James.

"She must be heartbroken, Sirius!"

"You broke up with Dorcas?" James asked, catching on, and joining the conversation by walking towards us.

"Correction," he said coldly. "She broke up with ME!"

"Why?" I asked, stopping him from walking outside.

"Ask her."

"Was it because of the attack?"

"It was before the attack. Then she ran back to me for comfort. I didn't put up with the shit," he said coldly walking towards the door. James and I held our breath, but Sirius stopped at the door. "Look... I'm sorry. You guys are happy, you don't need to worry—"

"Sadly, the honeymoons over," James said quietly.

"Tell me what happened on the honeymoon and I'll tell you what went wrong," Sirius offered, as we sat down at the kitchen table.

"Fair enough," James said grinning. "Shagging—twenty four hours a day—all week—every night—after breakfast—around lunch—replaced tea with shagging—six times a day, I swear—"

Sirius eyes went wide as he looked between the two of us.

"Honey," I said after a minute. "Loving husband?"

"Yeah...?"

"Tell him the truth."

James sighed and Sirius grinned. "Oooh whipped!"

"Hey, you were whipped too!"

"I'm single now," he turned to me mock kissing the air. "You interested, Lily love?"

I laughed. "I'll get back to you."

"I await your answer."

"Okay! That's enough," James decided before turning back to Sirius. "Lily and I spent every hour together. Shagged the first day, twice and on the second day—"

"I don't think Sirius wanted to know how much we shagged on the honeymoon, James," I said reddening.

"See what you know!" grinned Sirius. "Ever go three times in one day, Prongs?"

"Ooh yeah! Twice!"

"JAMES!" I said blushing slapping him on the shoulder.

"What?!" he asked raising his hands innocently.

I breathed deeply. "We spent our week spending time with each other. Long romantic walks and dances along the beach. Candle-light dinner. A karaoke night, once—"

Sirius snorted. "That's all good and fine. Back to the night time 'talks' then, Prongs. Go on with it."

"James," I warned. "There's a nice couch that's waiting for you to sleep on, tonight."

James was staring between us. I knew he was weighing it in his mind. Tell Sirius and get worshiped or... sleep in the bed with me... Tell Sirius and get worshiped or... sleep in the bed with me... Tell Sirius and get worshiped or... sleep in the bed with me...

"And," I said smiling at Sirius before turning towards James. "No shagging for a month."

James' eyes widened and Sirius coughed loudly. "You're a pervert, Padfoot. No more shagging details."

"Good," I said kissing him lightly on the forehead before walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

"I'll tell you later," I heard James mutter.

"I heard that," I called back.

"Damn, Prongs," swore Sirius. "She hears everything!"

"And see everything," I called, and James immediately stopped his immature gesturing.

Sirius laughed and stood up. "Well, I ought to be going—you know... thing to do, people to see..."

I met him at the door. "Wait a minute! Don't move a muscle."

James watched from the table as Sirius dipped me low and pretended to kiss me. I giggled before wrapping my arms around his neck for balance, and because it looked like I was kissing back.

James coughed and Sirius looked up. "Husband over here!"

"Oh... he's my husband," I whispered loudly enough for James to hear. "I forgot." Sirius dropped his hold and I stood up. "So tell me what happened with Dorcas."

"We broke up."

"I didn't notice," I replied loftily. "Why did it happen?"

Sirius walked back towards the table with the butterbeer I handed him. I took one over to James, sitting on his lap and drinking my own.

"She told me that she wanted to break up."

"Did she give a reason?" asked James.

"Maybe she wanted to be single," he said shrugging. "I wouldn't know."

"I'm sorry," James said comfortingly. I gave him a sad smile.

"Maybe she found out I didn't love her—"

James spit out his butterbeer. "You didn't love her?!"

I awaited an answer. "Well... sure I cared about her a lot. But... I didn't chase after her. If that would have happened to you guys, you would have chased after her, James."

James stared. "There's a difference between your love for Dorcas and my love for Lily. I've loved Lily for years. Of course I'd run after her; I have before."

I nodded. "Just because you didn't except her back into your arms doesn't mean you don't love her. Did you tell her you needed time?"

"I don't need time," he said quickly. "I don't want a fling with her either. Flings are for people with no feelings that just want to shag. You don't shag someone you'd regret losing. For a fling, I mean."

I sighed. "Maybe it's best that you two broke up, do you think?"

"Maybe," he said shrugging.
The next two months was difficult when we had parties and Sirius and Dorcas couldn't be in the same house without yelling, let alone in the same room. Sirius always found himself throwing in snide remarks about how some people don't care or don't see how some people have feelings; then he'd cough obviously. Dorcas was able to ignore it for a while. But eventually she snapped and started yelling at him, telling him to grow up, and threw in a 'I'm sorry for breaking up with you!' every once in a while. To say the least our parties weren't too enjoyable. Neither of us would budge though. And when our best friends said they didn't want to go if the other did, we always did our best to convince them otherwise.

Work kept going and Amos, lucky for me, stopped with his looks and now had a worked things out with his wife. Amos had been, from what he told me, a little thrown off when his wife became pregnant with their son Cedric. He told her he needed time to think about it and was mostly leaving work to go to a fling or a club. He can do what he wants though. They had a child when I was in my last year at school! He is turning three this year. When Cedric was born, Amos and the mother weren't married yet, so they got married. Apparently this girl was Amos' girlfriend on and off from when we broke up. (A/N: In NO way shape or form am I saying ANYTHING remotely like, 'Cedric was an accident and they don't want him!' I am just saying that Amos didn't think he was ready to be a husband and a father... but he's pretty much over Lily. AGAIN: In NO WAY shape or form am I say Cedric Diggory was ANYTHING but wanted or loved, because he was—and still is years later—his father's pride and joy!)

One morning, two days before March, I woke up preparing to go to work when I ran into James who was going downstairs.

"Give me a kiss, will you, Lil?"

I leaned up to kiss him, but as soon as I did and felt my stomach rise and I ran into the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. James ran in after me and held my hair back. I stood up and noticed something about me I hadn't before.

"James—James come here," I called and he entered the bathroom with a towel.

"What, love?"

"Do... do you think I've gained some weight?"

"You eat enough," he joked.

I glared. "Seriously. Do you think I've gained a little weight?"

I couldn't help but think James was right. I was eating a lot more ever since we got back from our honeymoon. And peculiar things, nonetheless. Late night snacks, random things, mixtures of ice cream and potato chips.

"You know, Lil," he said after a minute. "You've been throwing up lately. You're not throwing up because you think your fat are you—because you're not—"

"No, no," I said quickly. "Maybe it's all those food mixtures I've been trying."

He looked concerned. "Maybe you should go to the Healer."

"Wait, wait," I said as he leaned to kiss me. He followed my gaze and looked into the mirror.

"What am I looking at?"

"Right here," I said pulling my robe back and rubbing my lower stomach. "Do you think it's gotten a little bigger since the last time you saw me?"

"I saw you yesterday," he said in confusion.

I rolled my eyes. "I meant the last time you saw me naked, James!"

"Oh..." He looked at it closely then ran his hand across the spot. "I don't remember the last time we shagged, come to think of it. You've never been in the mood."

I blushed. "But you've seen me change."

"Not if I can help it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked accusingly.

"Nothing bad," he said quietly, staring at me. "Maybe you should go to St. Mungo's."

"I hate that place," I replied dryly.

"You could be sick," he said then looked at his watch. "Shit! I've got to go. I'll owl Diggory from my office. Go to the Healers please."

I kissed his cheek nodding, my mind on Amos. We said our I love you's and he Apparated on the spot. I looked at the mirror again, running a hand over my stomach before I walked out into the kitchen, making myself breakfast.
"The Healer will see you now, Mrs. Potter."

I smiled, standing up. I had just finally gotten used to be called a Potter. I walked into the room and a Healer met with me. It was an old Healer and then a young one.

"You take this one, Lupin. I'm going to go check on my others, then I'm checking out with your dad."

Remus looked up at me. "Oh, hey, Lil. What's going on? Why aren't you at work?"

"I'm sick... I think," I replied, sitting on the examining table.

"Oh... right," he said laughing. "Tell me what's going on."

"My stomach has been hurting... well... kind of. I'm getting fat, Remus!"

Remus stared at me. "You came in here because you're getting fat?"

"I've been eating a lot more, and a load of strange food, too," I said softly. "And... well, I throw up some mornings, and James told me it's about time I saw you—or a Healer, I mean."

Remus stood up. "How long have you been throwing up?"

"On and off for weeks... maybe a month or two," I answered unsurely. "Why? What's wrong?"

Remus looked thoughtful. "When was the last time you had sex with James?"

"Remus?!"

He looked up. "Just pretend I'm your Healer—not your friend—though we're suppose to be both—anyway—just answer the question, Mrs. Potter."

"That's... really... personal. And what does it have to do with...?"

"Just answer the question, please, Mrs. Potter."

I bit my lip in thought. "A couple months ago at least... I haven't been up to—"I blushed. "I mean..."

"It's all right," he said blushing himself. "Can I see your lower stomach?"

"Uh... sure," I said nervously, lifting up my shirt slightly. He looked at it for a moment, running his hand across it once or twice. I giggled and he looked up at me questioningly. "That's... um... my spot where James always—"

"Right... Right!" he said forcefully, standing up and backing away from me. He took out his wand. "Okay... I'm going to touch your stomach with my wand and say an incantation. Tell me if you feel fine, or if you feel like you're about to vomit, okay?"

I nodded and he tapped my stomach. "Preganto!"

Immediately my hand flew up to my mouth as I felt like I was going to vomit, but nothing came out, and I didn't vomit at all. Remus was looking at me.

"I felt like I was going to vomit," I said in confusion.

"Nothing's wrong," he said smiling broadly. "Congratulations."

"Congratulations?" I asked quietly. "Please explain, Mr. Lupin."

He heard the urgency in my voice and sat down across from me. "You are not sick, Lily. You're vomiting and it's pretty normal around this stage. As well, it should end soon. Not wanting to have sex during this time is completely normal, completely normal. Your food choices are to be expected and it'll be like that for the rest of the time period."

"Time period?" I asked raising my eye brows. "I don't understand..."

"Lily, you're pregnant."

I stared. "I'm what...?!"

"You're pregnant," he repeated. "Congratulations. You're going to be a mother."

"I'm... I'm pregnant?"

"You're pregnant," he repeated yet again.

"With James' baby?"

He stared. "I'd hope so."

I looked up at him. "I... I can't be pregnant we..." Remus stared at me. "I think I should go home..." I said, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Wait, I have a few more questions for you, Lily."

"Um... okay," I said, wiping a tear from my face.

"Over these last months you haven't smoked, drink or done any drugs, have you?" He saw me staring. "I know you don't do that kind of thing, Lily. But I have to ask so I can make sure we give you medicine incase you did."

I shook my head. "I haven't done anything... I don't usually drink anyway." My mouth was dry and I have a faint feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Okay," he said noting it down. "Would you like to know the sex of the baby? The due date? Just exactly when you got pregnant? Who the Father is?" He looked up. "I'm kidding about the last one, if you couldn't tell."

"No... no..." I said quietly.

"One more—and just to let you know, you can come back and change your mind on any of these. If you tell James and he wants to know the due date, or when you got pregnant we can see when; just know you're not tied to these answers." He took a deep sigh. "Do you want to keep the baby?"

I stared at him. Why wouldn't I? I mean, sure it came as a shock and I'm nearly in tears because I'm going to be a mother and I couldn't even notice. And maybe I'm thinking I'm a little too young and that I should have waited. And maybe James doesn't want a baby... Maybe he's not ready...

"Lily... I have to ask these," he said quickly. "I... well, do you?"

"For now," I replied before I knew what I was saying. He tried not to look alarmed from it. "I mean—"I rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"It's all right to feel uncertain about it, Lil. Don't take it to heart. Pregnancy makes people do strange things and say things they don't mean to—or want to—say."

I sobbed lightly on his shoulder. "What if I'm a bad mother?—what if I mess up?—what if James doesn't want the baby!?!"

Remus sighed. "Nobody can be certain how people act when they have kids. But I have a huge feeling that you'll be a great mother. As for James? Lily, do you really think that James is going to want to kill this?" he asked, placing a light hand on my stomach. "There's a living person in there, Lil."

I sobbed. "I know... but... maybe I'm not ready."

"Ready to have a baby? Or ready to tell James?"

It was amazing how he asked that. He asked exactly what I was feeling. I didn't know which was the answer. Maybe it was both. Remus had always had this effect with him; he always seemed to know what I was feeling—what anyone was feeling for that matter—and he always said what he thought we needed to hear. And it always seemed like it was true. Maybe it was...

"Maybe he'll want to give it away..."

"Are you listening to what your saying?" he asked firmly. "James has wanted a more loving family entire life do you think he's going leave this child with someone who's not him?"

"How do I tell him?" I whispered.

"I don't know... I'm not pregnant. You are, so you should go with your instincts. Perhaps you should just tell him? He'll ask what happened here... and you just tell him?"

I shrugged. "I'm hungry."

He laughed. "This is going to be a fat baby."

I hit him lightly on the shoulder and he smiled, helping me towards the door. "Can you tell him for me?" But even after asking that—if by some chance Remus said yes—I know something inside me wouldn't let him. It our baby; not Remus and James'. So it's not his place to tell him what's going on.

"You know the answer to that question, Lily. I won't tell him you're pregnant, even if he hexes me! But I will hex him back," he said laughing. I smiled and hugged him lightly.

"Thanks," I replied softly.

He grinned. "Let me know what happens with James. The sooner he knows the better, Lily."

I nodded walking out into the hall and holding my stomach—my baby.
James came home that night and I was sitting on the couch with the television (that I convinced him to buy for me) and food around me. Chips, chocolate bars, Honeydukes' Sweets, regular Muggle candy, ice cream... and a bucket of chicken nuggets that I was dipping in the ice cream. He walked in right as I dipped the nugget into the sherbert ice cream and at it.

"That's disgusting, Lily."

I shrugged. "It's the price I pay—and you will too." So will the baby, I thought to myself.

He sat down next to me on the couch and rested his arm around me as I ate and watched television.

"How did it go today?"

"Can you pass me that chocolate bar?" I asked pointing towards the one by his elbow. I was eating out of a mixture of many things: the baby, nerves and a mild case of depression. He picked it up handing it to me and expecting an answer. "And that other one?" I asked pointing to another one in front of James.

"What happened today?"

"Chocolate bar!"

"What did the Healer say?!"

"Fine, Accio Chocolate bar!" I said, catching the bar and watching the television smiling as I tasted the chocolate.

"Lily!"

"What?"

"What did the Healer say?" he asked again.

I ignored him. "I like this part." He took the remote and shut the television off. "Hey! I liked that part!"

"What did the Healer say?" he asked again.

"Stuff."

"Like...?"

"It was Remus."

"How did he—Oh! Stop trying to change the subject. What did Remus say? Don't make me go talk to him."

"He won't tell you," I said unconcernedly, eating my chocolate.

"Oh yes he will."

"No he won't. He already said he wouldn't," I replied setting my chocolate on the table and standing up.

"Did he give you medicine?"

"I didn't need medicine."

"Did he say something bad? Lily, tell me. There has to be a reason you're eating more than a third of your body weight in one serving."

I stared. "There is a reason why I'm eating."

"Why?"

I sighed. "It's because I'm..."

"You're...?"

"....Hungry."

"You're hungry?" he repeated, following me into the kitchen.

"That's why people eat."

"So nothing's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I replied not meeting his eyes. This is exactly when I knew he'd notice—

"Have you been crying?!"

"No," I lied.

"I hope those are tears of joy," he said quietly, titling my chin up to look at him.

"If I tell you what's going on... do you promise not to yell at me?"

"Why would I yell at you?!"

I shrugged looking away. "Promise."

"I don't see what could be so bad... okay... well... I—err—promise."

"Well... for the... last couple months... I've been going through some changes—"

"I remember when I was little—sorry to interrupt—but I remember where I've heard a conversation start out like this before," he said laughing. "I remember I was about five—wow—maybe earlier—but I remember my parents were talking and my mum told my dad she's been 'changing' and then... she ended up being pregnant with Harry!"

My eyes went wide and I looked away. James was laughing and I gave a fake laugh.

"So tell me what's going on, will you? Wow... finally a memory that I can laugh about. My dad absolutely flipped out when he found out."

"What did he do?"

"Cursed... blew up some stuff—my mum always says I get my temper from him—but alas... a couple months later my dad was crying like a baby over a baby!" he said laughing. "So go on and tell me."

"I hope you don't act like that when I get pregnant," I said laughing slightly.

"Depending on when—I'd probably either flip or break down into tears—or both," he said laughing.

I can't tell him. How could I possibly tell him I'm pregnant... he'll think it's a joke.

"What's going on?" he asked sobering up and putting an arm around me.

"I'm... PREGNANT!"

He stared at me. "What?"

"I'm pregnant, James. I'm pregnant!" Tears fell down my face as I looked at his reaction.

"You're... pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant," I sobbed.

"With a baby?"

"No! With a monkey! Of course with a baby!" I said, ending in swear words. "Sorry..."

"You're going to have my baby... in a couple months? How long have you been pregnant?"

I shrugged. "A couple months... four maybe."

"Four months?" His eyes went wide but then he looked at me and my tears than pulled me into a hug. "She's having my baby... she's having my baby!"

"You... you want this baby?"

"...You don't?" he asked after a minute. I stared at him.

"I didn't think you would."

"When can we go looking for baby toys? Do you know if it's a boy or a girl? When are you due? We should set up a room—"

I laughed, feeling completely happy with myself. "You really want this baby?"

"Of course I want this baby! I love babies!" he said laughing. "Did you actually think I'd want to get rid of a baby...?"

"Or never have it at all..."

He looked at me in shock. "Lily... that's... that's crazy. I'd never hurt a baby; especially an unborn baby." He got onto his knees and held his ear up to my stomach. I giggled as he started smiling.

"You really... you're really okay with this, James?"

"Of course, love. Did you think I was going to get mad? Or... you know? Think it's a joke?... It's not a joke is it?"

"No," I replied. "Remus told me to tell you as quickly as I could... He was checking on me and he said that all signs pointed to pregnancy so he took a test and I'm having a baby!" James grinned at me, kissing me on the lips. "He said because I was eating strangely and because my lack of wanting to—you know. And because of my morning sickness... and the fact that I've been eating a lot more. He said congratulations and confused me beyond you can understand!"

"Wow... I've got to owl everyone!"

For the next two days James was Apparating in and out with new food for me, little baby clothing—God knows why—and he went to go tell everyone that I was having his baby. Finally he decided that we should go tell my parents.

"Are you sure you can Apparate? Will it hurt the baby? Should we take a train?"

"James, love. Calm down. The baby will be fine. Let's just Apparate there."

"My little guy," James said rubbing my stomach lovingly.

I laughed "Don't be so sure it's a boy."

"I have a feeling it's a boy."

We Apparated right outside my old house and knocked on the door. They didn't expect us to come unexpected but they greeted us nicely enough. My parents opened the door, hugging me and shaking hands with James.

"It's been too long," said my mother letting us inside. "Petunia's here too."

"Oh," I said, walking inside locking hands with James. But the girl that walked towards me was definitely not my sister. She was... pregnant. Oh bother. Definitely more pregnant than I was. A couple months to say the least.

"What brings you lot here?" asked Vernon.

"We've got news," James declared.

I pulled James aside for a moment. "Are you sure you want to tell them?"

"Of course."

"Right now?"

"They're going to find out eventually," replied James.

I sighed. "Shall you say it or shall I?"

"Which do you think I should say, 'I knocked your daughter up, Mr. Evans' or 'I irresponsibly didn't use protection so your daughter is about to have a child of her own, Mr. Evans' oooh how about this, 'She's having a baby... and she's a good shag, too, Mr. Evans!'?"

My mouth dropped open. "JAMES HAROLD POTTER!"

My parents looked at us and I ignored them. "You know I was just kidding, Lil."

"Well stop kidding with me!" I replied. "And don't say 'KID' anything!"

"You're no fun when you're like this."

"You carry around a baby and see who's smiling," I snapped.

James looked over a Petunia. "She looks like it's about to pop out of her and look how relaxed she is."

I turned around to see Petunia share a kiss with Vernon and mumble something that seemed somewhat flirtatious. I didn't know if it was more morning sickness or if seeing them kiss made me want to vomit.

"Fine. Let's stop fighting and let's tell my parents."

"Okay. I love you."

I smiled. "You know I love you to."

I took his hand and kissed him, pulling him towards my parents. "Mum... Dad... Petunia, Vernon."

"Mr. and Mrs. Evans..." James said, then nodded at the young couple. "Lily's... got news."

"I... For the past couple months... I've been carrying around James' baby," I said as James wrapped his arm around my waist.

My mum screamed in joy standing up and kissing my forehead before she kissed James' cheek and pulled me into a hug. My dad shook James' hand and hugged me. We shared a nod with Vernon and Petunia which seemed to be a 'Congratulations' nod, in both ways.

"Oh, why didn't you tell us sooner?" my mother shrieked standing next to my father and staring at my stomach.

"I only just found out."

"Two babies in year! Petunia's due in a month or two!"

"I'm due in late summer—July or August," I said quickly.

"I'm so excited!" My mother leaned up and kissed my father.

I sat in James' arm, enjoying something I thought I'd be worrying about. But I've got a supportive family, great friends... and a loving James; which was a whole work in itself... for the moment.