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Lily burst through the backdoor, panting heavily and clutching her chest, while she placed the pregnancy test on the kitchen counter. Now clutching her side, she was leaning against the counter for support. The yellow bicycle was dumped unceremoniously in the backyard, several yards from the shed.

Still panting, Lily was joined by James, who was know in a different pair of boxers and a green t-shirt. Lazy Sunday, eh?

"Lily, what's happened to you? You've looked like you just outrun a manticore! Were you attacked?" A look of fear was painted over James's face and in his eyes. His worry lines deepened.

Wheezing for breath, Lily managed to get upright, but just barely. Her chest was still heaving.

"I- I'm fine. James, honestly, I'm just fine- I only wanted to get into the door before- before night fell! I didn't feel too happy about riding around in the dark, so I pedaled like crazy to get here before dusk. I'm okay, I promise."

Lily wheezed some more, and James looked outside. It was now, in fact, dark outside. The trees near the window bumped and swayed in the nightly wind Their creaking gave off an eerie aura.

"And," Lily started, now with her hands on her knees, "I got what I was looking for."

She held up a plastic bag which said "Thank you for shopping!" and had an obscenely huge smiley face on both sides. James took the bag, and removed to box that was inside.

He read the cover- which only confused him.

"Where do you stick this?" James asked, with a very bewildered look on this face. "You can't possibly stick thisup anywhere, I mean, look at the size of this thing. . . judged by the picture on the box. . . do you use it like a thermometer?"

"You don't wedgethis thing in anywhere, James," Lily retorted, grabbing the box from him, "You pee on it."

". . .Oh, gross! Why would you do such a thing like that?" James was being genuine; he was extremely confused.

"Well, let me open it, and we'll read the directions in the box. Then I'll do my thing and we'll know if I'm pregnant or not!" Lily's face lit up like a Christmas tree, excitement illuminating her features.

James's face softened, and his eyes went from Lily's stomach to the box to her eyes.

"I sure hope you are pregnant. I really want to be a dad." Then James added, "I also hope our baby has your eyes."

"And your stunning good looks," Lily teased. Lily turned to the table, while James sidled up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Lily tore open the box with her fingers. Plastic encased the stick, so Lily cut it away with a flick of her wand. Directions also slid out of the box, so Lily picked them up and read them to aloud, while James silently listened.

". . . You pee on the designated area of the strip. . . shake the urinated- on pregnancy test. . . wait five minutes. Easy enough, eh? I'm going to need some tap water."

James rushed to the sink, conjuring a glass and pouring her a good measure of water.

He handed it to her, and watched her like a hawk as she downed it.

"Can a I have a banana?" Lily's eyes where searching the top of the refrigerator, where the fruit bowl was sometimes kept.

"Do bananas make you pee, too? Do you need more water?" James was positively giddy now.

"Um, I don't think they do, but I'm hungry anyway. I've got the water -aguamenti- ah, ok."

Water filled the brim of the glass.

Lily downed that, too, and went to go put the bag under the sink. She danced around a little, shaking her hips. James looked on with amusement. Reaching to the top of the refrigerator for her banana, her husband couldn't help but stare.

Lily turned, her mouth already stuffed with banana, when she realized what James had been up to.

Lily swallowed, and asked: "Sexy, am I? How about when I'm a whale? I wont be too hot then, I'll bet, but I'll be one heck of a pillow, huh? Nice and comfy!" Lily patted her stomach.

"Lily, don't be ridiculous," James started, his eyes wandering again, "You'll always be incredibly beautiful to me."

"Good save, James"

Lily kissed him, but broke the kiss abruptly. "I have to pee!" Lily exclaimed, running towards the bathroom off the kitchen. Closing the door, she squealed the same time James knocked: Lily had forgotten the pregnancy test.

She opened the door, took the test, and shut the door quickly again.

James paced around the kitchen, once, twice, three times, then sat on the couch. He began to tap his foot impatiently, then ran his hand through the infamous black tufts of hair.

Why did women take so long?

Just this morning, Lily had been throwing up in the porcelain bowl, and now, now, she was

determining their fate, their happiness: the existence of a baby.

Long, agonizing seconds passed, James breathed in and out, feeling his body get heavier, and tenser, listening to the lack of sound, the deafening silence, while the minutes were passing. . .

The, suddenly, the door clicked, and all the tension seemed to build up in one straining climax until he heard Lily scream.

"YES!"

"Yes, Lily, yes?"

"Yes, yes, oh yes, James, we're pregnant! Can you believe it? In nine months, we're going to have a baby!" Lily ran at his open arms, and with a leap, wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and torso.

James grinned, beaming from cheek to cheek, as Lily kissed him again and again.

A small tear slid down James's cheek, and Lily wiped it away. Her eyes were brimming with tears, just waiting to splash down onto her fair complexion. James lowered himself into the couch, now cradling Lily.

"So. . . how does that little strip tell you if you're pregnant are not? What if it's not correct?"

James stared down into the little plastic stick in Lily's hand.

"Well, a blue negative sign is not pregnant, and a pink plus sign. . . is positive." Lily smiled radiantly, showing her husband the little pink ray of hope, in the form of a plus sign.

It seemed like a beacon, staring up at the both of them, promising and gleaming.

"However," Lily started, "I think we should stop at St. Mungo's after work, tomorrow, get a magical pregnancy test, and if I am really, really pregnant, we can start talking to a doctor and scheduling appointments. Then, we can tell everybody!" If it was possible, Lily smile had seemed to enlarge by a couple of inches.

"That's. . . that's absolutely amazing! Lily, come July, we'll be parents!" James had already counted the months.

"I know, I know. . . it's all so. . . exciting!" Lily stood, clasping James's hands. Motioning with her head to the stairs, James stood, and walked to the stairs. At the foot of the stairway, he extinguished the lights, and followed Lily up the stairs into their bedroom.

"You know," began Lily, lying in bed next to James, "we'll have to clear out the spare room, it'll be the baby's room, and pick out paints, furniture, clothes. . . maternity stuff. . . I can't wait to tell everybody! Just imagine Bathilda's reaction. . . and remember, Molly announced pregnant in September! Oh, how exciting. . . I'll bet she'll have lots of advice. I absolutely adore Fred and George; children are a lot fun when they are three. . . oh, James!"

James was dozing off when Lily had said his name, and he woke with a start. Lily didn't seem to notice, because she was already talking. What she said next, however, gripped James's attention, as Lily hoped it would.

"I met Petunia today at that muggle convenience store."

"Really? What happened?" James was now wide awake.

"Well", Lily began, "She's expecting, for one. It's Vernon's baby. . . and she said she 'wondered where I'd gotten to' after we'd graduated Hogwarts. It was a little surprising, actually. Plus, the look on her face when she recognized me was pretty funny."

"Wow, so her baby and our baby are going to be quite close in age," James stated.

"Well, I'm not so sure,"said Lily, "She already seemed a couple months along. She had a bit of a baby bump."

"No chance our kids being playmates anyways, right?" James seemed almost amused by this thought.

"No, I think not. . . Petunia called me a freak, even after all these years," Lily said wryly, "I don't think she'd want our 'abnormality' rubbing off on her kid, or something stupid like that." Lily settled into the covers and turned to James, folding one hand under her head.

James sighed, and reached for his wand. He waved it once, and turned out the lights. Stowing the wand under his pillow, he turned towards Lily.

Through the darkness, he could hear her whisper bitterly, "If anyone's got the abnormality, it's her."

Lily could feel James's hand clasp her, and she heard him whisper goodnight before she shut her eyes.

Tomorrow, Lily guessed, would be a long day.