James sat up, frowning. In his dream, he had fainted because of something…what was it? He scowled at the pain in the back of his head. He had obviously hit it on something very hard, or he had a hangover. The former was the most probable, because you weren't allowed alcohol when you were in a hospital.
Why had he been in the hospital in the first place, though?
It seemed like a nightmare of screams, pumpkins, parties and butter cookies. What a weird and random assortment of things. Well, after all, James Potter, he told himself, getting out of bed. Your life is pretty weird and random.
He turned around. There was Lily. "Hello, love," she said happily.
"Um, er, hello. What is that you're holding?" he asked awkwardly. Suddenly the bad dream was coming back to him, more real then ever.
"It's your baby, James. It's your child," Lily replied softly.
James gaped. "My fucking WHAT!"
"Watch your language around the baby," Lily scolded sharply.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Um, I'll go…and um…" Lily smiled as he loped out the doorway.
Suddenly she giggled. "Your daddy acts like a kid sometimes," she murmured to the yet unnamed baby.