Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'cept the plot and the bad grammar.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter (I really really hate short chapters! Yell at me all you want, I need the punishment), long time taken to update, and the spelling/grammar mistakes.

Hope you all are having a nice weekend :D

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Trying to unwind herself from James, she felt his grip tighten around her waist. Kissing the top of his head, she wiggled free, still holding his hands.

"James," Lily started, "I'm fine. Everything is ok! I just got a little sick, that's all. I promise you that I am perfectly all right, and I'm still here."

Lily knew that by placing a hand on his thigh and staring intently with her green orbs would placate him, or shush him up. Either one.

James sighed again, heavily, then looked around the vicinity. Getting to his feet, he spoke.

"Let me help you clean up, yeah?" A small smile formed as he turned away and moved toward the trash and food remains, but he stopped short.

"Lily" He began slowly, "What...what on Earth have you been eating!?" A note of surprise and alarm could be detected in his voice.

Lily explained her sudden hunger, and how after she threw up she decided to eat the odd assortment of food anyway.

"...pistachios and frosting, cheddar and peanut butter sandwiches, you know, just food I suppose..." Lily had been counting the courses on her fingers.

"And you say you got sick before hand? Ok..." James mumbled incoherently, but he had his undercover-secret-mission-Auror face on.

Lily stood up, then began to clean- almost everything went into the overflowing trash. After a couple minutes of silence, James spoke once again, continuing to interrogate his wife.

"Are you positive you're ok? I mean, with the getting sick and then eating half the food in house? I thi-"

"James!" Lily started, cutting him off in the process, "Stop it! I am positively, perfectly, absolutely ok! Nothing is wrong! Because honestly, it's getting a little annoying. I love you to death, and if I'm ever not ok, then I will tell you! I promise."

James looked a little hurt, then he softened. Taking hold her hand yet again, he sucked in a breath. Then he held it. His face because strained as his grip on her little hand tightened.

Lily stepped closer. What was he suffocating himself for? "James? James, are you-" Lily never finished her question because James spoke next.

"LilyIthinkyou'regonnahaveababy!" James let go, and the color returned to his face.

James, er, what? Can you repeat that? I didn't understand you." The truth was, Lily did, and all she heard was 'baby'.

"Lily, dear..." James looked into her eyes, then looped a muscular arm around her dainty waist. Next he hooked his other arm around her shoulder, tipping her slightly. "I have reason to believe..." He trailed off again, this time to suddenly scoop Lily up in his arms and lay her down on the couch. Lily squealed.

Now Lily hooked an arm around her husband's warm neck, playing with tufts of his shiny black hair. Smiling, she silently asked him to continue what he was saying about...oh Merlin, a baby.

"Well, Lily..." He started stroking her thigh. Lily really wished he'd get out with it. "Lily, I think you are pregnant."

Her hand dropped from his neck. Her mouth was agape and silent for the next ten seconds. Sitting up, she put a hand on her lower belly. Could there possibly be a little life growing inside her, at this very moment? What if...what if James was right? It wouldn't be the first time, actually.

"You... you think? Just from knowing that I threw up and went on a crazy food binge?" Lily didn't know what to think She had to trust him to some degree, right?

Lily still had her hands on her belly, with her fingernails were submersed in the fabric, gripping tighter and tighter into her skin. The air seemed to have escaped from her lungs, causing them to deflate, and her head was spinning. Could she, Lily Potter, really, really be pregnant? She and James hadn't even thought about babies or pregnancy or anything! Especially during this horrible war. The last thing Lily wanted to do was to bring a baby into the world right now.

Sighing, she brought her legs up to her chest. Look to her kneeling husband, he reminded her of a knight. A slight smile was on his lips. His features were exactly the same as they had been in seventh year. Jet black hair, hazel eyes and long, soft lips. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt, his chest was exposed, showing off his collar bone, his rippling pectorals [in Lily's mind, she rolled the "'r's" because rrrrippling pectorals sounded so much better! and leading down, his stomach was defined with eight [she'd counted numerous times gorgeous abs. Lily had to make a conscious effort to restrain herself from playing with his navel. Might it truly be possible that she was carrying his beautiful child?

"Lily?" James's voice snapped her back to reality. "Lily, say something, the silence is scary!" He drew another deep breath and held it.

"You're goofy. How's that? And besides, I don't feel pregnant, so what if I'm not? I think its too early to tell. But it is possible...we aren't exactly virgins!" Lily searched James face, trying to decipher his expression: A huge, mischievous grin spread across his face.

"That is true...hmmmm, shall we recap what we've done at least once every week for the past month...?" James smiled even more broadly, if that was possible.

Lily slapped him playfully on the shoulder. Telling him he is naughty[which he is she tried getting up to finish cleaning. It was no use- James pinned her down on the couch, growling into her neck, he left a trail of kisses up to her mouth.

"I love you," James whispered, then placed his hand on Lily's uterus, "Pregnant or not."

Quickly kissing her cheek, he got up and picked up the rest of the refuse and carried it to the garbage. Flashing her a smile that nearly melted Lily into the couch, James disappeared behind the curtain of the pantry.

"Lily!" James called, "Lily, dear, you ate all chocolate frogs! And the butterbeer is gone!"

She rolled her eyes. That reminded her or pre-seventh year James. Arrogant, cheeky, and always, always hungry. But he was always sexy, especially now when he was walking around in his boxers on a Sunday afternoon.

"I'm going in the shower James!"

Lily stood up. She could see crumbs on the carpet- she would clean those later.

Hauling herself up the stairs, Lily could now feel the weight of all the food she'd eaten, and quite possibly the baby in her womb.

Entering the bathroom, Lily wanted to hurry up with the shower and go back to bed. Turning on the water, she occupied herself by looking in the mirror while it heated up.

In the mirror, the emerald eyes staring back at her and red-auburn hair were her most striking features. Standing to the side, she pictured herself getting bigger over the months to come. A little baby may be growing in her right this very moment! The thought thrilled her and terrified her. Taking a last look in the mirror, realization hit Lily like a brick wall.

A very rough, sharp and heavy brick wall that invaded her brains and put a swooping sensation in her stomach.

It was that time of month.

In fact, it was supposed to be that time of month four days ago.

So Lily Potter, in fact, was pregnant.