"I'm…pregnant."

Sirius gasped audibly, his eyes widening to look like saucers.

It can't be. There must be some other explanation…He thought, looking at Lily. She was holding her stomach and breathing heavily, looking as though she was about to give birth. Harry sat in the corner of the room quietly, petting the owl.

"Lily…are you sure?" he said hesitantly, stepping forward. "There could be a mistake…"

"There's no mistake!" Lily snapped.

"Are you sure?"

"They gave me seven tests, Sirius. I didn't believe them."

Sirius put his head in his hands. She was having a baby. Without James. The room was silent, and tension that hadn't been felt for weeks was in the air.

"So…" Aden began. "Whose is it?"

"Aden!" Sirius barked, whipping towards her. Lily gave her a look that could kill, and then ran out of the room. Tears ran down her face, and you could hear her loud footsteps going up the stairs and the audible slam of her door.

"Uh-oh." Harry said, looking up at where his mom had just ran to. "Mama sad!"

"It's okay Harry, she'll be fine." Sirius smiled the best he could at him. The circumstances didn't help though. "Aden! Why would you say something like that?"

"It was a real question!" Aden looked at Sirius in disbelief. "What, was I supposed to assume it was her dead husband's?"

"Yes!"

"How could I?"

"I don't know, she could be a few months along and not showing yet!"

"Well that would have been good to know."

"Yeah, but you made her cry and run away!"

Sirius and Aden glared at each other from across the room, looking furious. Harry looked upset. He hated it when the adults got mad at each other.

"No!" He shouted, crawling in between them. "No sad!"

He pressed his lips together, and attempted to cross his arms. Aden's lip quivered, and Sirius looked like he was trying a bit too hard to hold back a laugh. Harry looked between both of them, waiting for them to make up.

"Padfo'!"

Sirius smiled, and walked over to pick up Harry. "What, you're the peacemaker now that your mama's a hormonal mess?" He asked jokingly.

Aden stayed in place, not wanting to apologize. She hated admitting she was wrong. It felt like rubbish to her if she didn't mean it. But then she looked over at Sirius and Harry, both giving her puppy dog eyes, and cracked.

"Alright! Alright, alright. I'm sorry!" She said, running her fingers through her hair nervously, looking uncomfortable. "I shouldn't have said it! It was wrong!"

"Thank you. Now come on, let's hug before Harry kills me."

Sirius and Aden hugged, squishing Harry between them. All was well again.

But upstairs it was a different story.

Lily ran into her room, tears streaking down her face. She held her stomach, a mix of emotions running through her. Sadness. Love. Fear. Anxiety. Heartache.

None could be fixed.

She slumped down at the edge of the bed, crying. She thought about James. Another baby. Without his or her father. James would never meet it. She thought of James, and the day Harry was born:

Lily sat straight up in bed, breathing heavily. "James!"

"Whaa?" He got up, his hair standing straight up. "What happened?"

"Well, I either just peed my pants or we're having a baby!"

James jumped out of bed, freaking out. He ran into the bathroom, wetting down his hair and pulling some jeans on, and ran to Lily.

"Alright honey, its okay. We can do this. You'll be fine, come on, and just get out of bed now…"

"JAMES!"

"What?"

"I'm going to kill you if you don't stop that!"

James gulped and ran out of the room, grabbing his wand from the kitchen downstairs. Lily was walking down slowly, holding her stomach and breathing heavily. James ran over to her, and grabbed her stomach. His face lit up, as though the whole situation was finally coming to him.

"Hun, we're having a baby!" He shouted, doing a little dance around the room. Lily rolled her eyes and threw one of the spare pacifiers on the table at his head.

"Ow!" He rubbed the spot where it hit.

"Now can we go?" Lily asked impatiently. James walked out of the door silently, but still smiling.

When they arrived at St. Mungo's, Lily was a wreck.

"James, if you don't get me in there right now, I'm going to kill you!" She growled, her eyes fiery. James ran in, looking for a nurse. He finally found one, and now Lily was becoming weepy.

"James, forgive me for yelling! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to throw something at you!" She clung onto him. James shook his head and followed the nurse into their room.

"Anything to drink?" She asked sweetly. James shook his head politely, but Lily asked for a Crushed Dragon Scale Smoothie, which was basically the wizard equivalent of a muggle slushie.

The nurse ran out, tightening her messy blond bun.

"JAMES!"

"What?" He groaned. Another mood swing? Was his terrified thought.

"This hurts! The baby's killing me!"

"It's not killing you!"

"How do you know? You've never had a monster child inside of you ripping your spine apart!"

James rubbed his hair back and forth, nervous she would kill him. The nurse walked back in, smiling pleasantly.

"Here you go." She handed Lily her drink. "You will be numbed shortly."

Lily looked slightly calmer as she drank her smoothie. James relaxed, stretching out on the couch by the window.

"James, you need to tuck in your shirt." She said, sipping the drink.

He looked down. "Why?"

"It looks nicer."

"Lils, I love you, but you're acting like my mother."

There was a moment of silence, and then…Wham! Lily threw her smoothie at James.

"Ow!" He yelled, standing up. Red glops of smoothie ran down his shirt, and stained his hair. "What was that for?"

"I am not your mother."

Finally, after hours of labor and pain (for James) Lily gave birth to a healthy, green eyed, black haired boy.

"He's beautiful." Lily said, smiling again.

"What should we name him?" James asked, fingering his hair.

"He looks like a Harry." Lily said."With your name as his middle name!"

"Harry James…I like it!" James lifted Harry up. "Harry James Potter, welcome to the wizarding world!

Lily opened her eyes. Her tears had stopped, and her face was dry. She looked at the clock. Only five minutes had passed.

She held her stomach. Could she raise this baby? Without it's father?

She knew she had to. It was her baby. It was one of the last physical ties to James, other than Harry.

She made her decision right there. To be the best mother ever to Harry and this baby. To make up for the absence of their father in their lives. She would try as hard as she could.

For James.

AN: YAY! Another chapter! Anyways, on my profile there should be a poll up to decide on the baby's gender. But can you guys tell me how to do it, if it isn't there?
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