"When is the spawn of Satan due anyway?" asked Sirius. He and James had gone to check on Lily, she was on maternity leave and hating every minute of it.
"Any day now," said James. "What do you mean the spawn of Satan?"
"Well currently Satan is wrestling with needles, and the thing in her stomach is her spawn therefore the spawn of Satan," Sirius explained, then he looked over at Lily who was getting more and more frustrated. "Mate, don't you think you should take those off her."
James looked over at Lily. She had decided to take up knitting to stop her going insane during her maternity leave. But Lily was not a good knitter and to James it looked like she was about to poke herself in the eye.
"Errrr… Lily…" said James cautiously as he gently took the knitting from her.
"I am not Satan, I'm pregnant. I am not the Devil," said Lily through gritted teeth. It was the end of July, the weather was scorching and she was huge and uncomfortable.
"You are," Sirius assured her. "Your hair is even the right colour."
"Don't listen to him, he is a moron," said James quickly, knowing how unpredictable Lily had become.
"I hate you," said Lily, her eyes filling with tears. "And I hate my hair because I am Satan."
"Your hair is gorgeous," said Calvin. He had let himself into the flat and overheard the conversation. He kissed the top of Lily's head. "Feeling any better yet?"
"Am I still pregnant?" she snapped.
"Alright I was just asking. You make it such a pleasure for me to visit you these days," said Calvin.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so miserable."
"I know you are," said Calvin, putting his arm around Lily's shoulder.
Sirius looked over at James with his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that Calvin had just walked in, kissed Lily and now had his arm round her, especially with James sitting right there. James just nodded grimly.
"Well we better be off," said James. He always left when Calvin was there. He knew Calvin loved Lily, just by the way he looked at her he recognized it all too well. Lily was completely clueless.
"Already?" asked Lily.
"I'm afraid so," said James, he kissed her quickly on the cheek. "Call me if you want anything."
"Okay… bye."
"See you Lily," said Sirius.
Hmmmpph, I'm still not Satan," she grumbled.
"That's a matter of opinion."
Before James and Sirius even made it to the door, they heard Lily scream.
"JAMES!!"
"What? What's wrong?" called James as he ran back into the kitchen.
"MY WATER BROKE."
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"I hate you!" cried Lily four hours later.
"You're doing great," said James, who had been by her side the entire time. "You're amazing."
"That is easy for you to say! I'm the one doing all the work!"
"I'm sorry," said James, not knowing what else to say.
"OOOOWWWWWWW You ought to be bloody castrated!" Lily screamed as she got another contraction.
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Finally three minutes before midnight on July 31st, Harry James Potter was born.
"Oh look there he is," gasped Lily as the Healers handed her their son for the very first time.
"I know look at him," said James, in complete awe.
Harry was wrapped in a blanket, looking up at his parents. He had short, spiky jet black hair. He had a cute round baby face, with chubby red cheeks contrasted with his pale complexion. The most noticeable thing about Harry, apart from his hair, was his big bright green eyes.
"He has your hair," said Lily.
"And your eyes," James whispered, touching the top of his son's head.
"He's beautiful. Look at what we did."
"He's perfect," said James, kissing the top of his wife's head and then he just watched his son fall asleep.
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Later that night James was rocking Harry to sleep. Lily was asleep.
"You are really cute. It looks like you got the best of both of us, you're definitely lucky to get those eyes, I always loved your mum's eyes. And your hair… you'll probably hate it in a few years but you'll soon learn that the ladies love the hair… you're a little young for that though. I hope you get your mum's brains, and you're kind as she is even to Slytherins, but make sure you are still a bad ass on the Quidditch pitch. You'll be a good boy, the nice one that mums want to date their daughters. You'll look after your mum, you won't let her marry some bloke that doesn't deserve her, and Calvin, you better never ever call him Daddy, okay? I know you won't anyway."
"You're his Daddy. He knows that and he'll always know that," said Lily quietly.
"How long have you been awake?"
"A few minutes," said Lily. "It was nice, what you were saying to him I mean."
"I was just talking to him so he can get used to the sound of my voice," shrugged James.
"He will be used to your voice. I'll never push you out of his life, no matter what happens. You can see him as often as you want, every day… twice a day… whenever you want. He is as much yours as he is mine and I want us to raise him together properly. I don't want him to grow up to be one of those spoiled kids that can pit one parent off against another."
"We will, we'll do this together," said James.
"There is no one else I'd want to do this with."
"Me neither," said James. "I love you."
"Love you too."
But he knew she didn't mean it the way he did. She meant she loved him like family, as Harry's Dad not as her husband. But it was still nice to hear it.
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