Lily comes in from her early morning jog looking exhausted. James tries to contain himself but instead sweeps her up and swings her around. She is laughing and asking him what's going on. He has a letter in his hand.
"It's our baby," he says. She stops laughing.
"What – what?"
"Look," he says, showing her the parchment. Her check-up results from St Mungo's, where she had gone last week. She's been feeling off for a while now. She presses a hand to her forehead, then her belly.
"I'm pregnant?"
"Yes," he whispers, holding her close. "The three of us now."
Lily feels sick. There were never two of them – no way to tell him that now. She can only hope he never finds out.
He kisses her and tells her he loves her. She doesn't know what to think. She doesn't know what to think. But at last she feels what he long left unsaid. A love as strong as his conveyed in more than words.