She woke up feeling sick.

It had been somewhere near a month, and Lily was quite certain she had the flu. However between Auror missions and Order missions, she'd never had the time to see a Healer, muggle or otherwise. So she lived through it. Eat, vomit, sleep, and repeat, that was the cycle that she lived in. And poor James had never dealt with the muggle flu and was hardly any help to her. He mostly fretted and offered to make her potions, but considering his minimally passing grades in that class, Lily felt she'd rather risk her life in other ways.

James really did feel guilty about not being able to help her, Lily could tell. Especially since he had to leave with Peter and Frank for an Order mission in Ireland that day, and her condition hadn't improved. He'd even convinced Sirius to drop in after he'd gone, just to make sure she hadn't keeled over.

So that morning, when Lily woke up sick, she swallowed it down (literally and figuratively) and went to wish James safe travels.

She found him at the door, speaking quietly with Frank about something that obviously bothered them both. She could hear the shuffling noises that signaled to her Peter was in the kitchen. As she drew closer, Frank glanced up, deterring James's concentration. His hazel eyes brighten at the sight of her up, clearly in the clothing she'd worn to bed, which meant she hadn't puked. Which meant she felt well. Which meant he could leave with a lighter heart.

"Feeling better, love?" He extended his arm out, which she gladly stepped into. His hand fell to the familiar spot at her waist, fingers brushing lightly on her hip.

"Much," She lied.

"Oh, Lily, were you not feeling well?" Frank asked.

"I think I've had a bit of the flu." She shrugged. "What were you talking about?"

The men exchanged glanced before Frank smiled weakly at Lily. "Alice is pregnant."

"Really?" He nodded. "Congratulations!" Lily pulled Frank into a hug, squeezing the lights out of him.

"Thanks," His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Aren't you happy?" Lily asked.

"Of course, it's just..."

"The war," James finished for him.

Lily understood. The war was steadily getting worse, with more and more people disappearing every day. It was getting near impossible to know who to trust, and Lily found herself wary of everyone. She spoke very little to the friends she held outside the Order. She spoke very little to her family, for if Voldemort ever connected her to them, they would surely die. Petunia wasn't a problem, she never spoke to her anyway, but her mum wrote occasionally. Lily would never reply.

There was a sudden crack breaking through the solemn silence. The three in the doorway looked to see Sirius Black standing not too far off on the street, walking to the door.

Lily drew her wand and pointed it at him, causing him to halt. "In Herbology, second year, I got my hair caught in a plant. What was it?"

"Devil's Snare," He answered easily, having drawn his own wand. "What was your choice insult for me in sixth year?"

"Mutt," Lily smiled, walking quickly over to greet Sirius with a hug. He reciprocated in kind.

"Good to see you, Padfoot." James clapped him on the back, before turning to shout back into the house for Peter to get his ass out there. Peter came out holding several of the biscuits Lily had made the previous night, nodded a thank you, and apparated with Frank following closely behind. James paused a moment before he left, turning to look at Lily and Sirius in the doorway. He locked eyes with Lily, asking her seriously, "Are you sure you're feeling well enough for me to go? Because I can stay and-"

"Go, James," Lily kissed him lightly. "The Order needs you more than I do, right now."

He smiled, kissing her one last time before finally apparating away. Lily turned back into the house, where Sirius was looking at her oddly.

"What?" She asked.

"You're not sick."

"What are you talking about?" Lily sighed. "Of course I'm sick; I've been vomiting for the past month-"

"But you're not sick." He repeated.

"I am-"

"You're not," He interrupted. "I can smell it."

"You can smell it."

"I can smell it." He tapped his nose, with a mischievous smirk. "I'm a bit more than human, Red."

Suddenly, Lily got it. Dogs can smell when their owners-and sometimes other humans-are sick. Usually it happened with things like cancer or a terminal illness, but Lily didn't know the specifics. She wasn't a dog. Sirius was, and apparently, he had figured this out. "So if I'm not sick, what am I?"

"Maybe you're pregnant," Sirius joked. It was a common joke between the two ever since the incident in seventh year, but this time it felt different. Something rang truer in the words. Maybe her body was trying to tell her something her mind had ignored...

She hadn't realized she'd been staring blankly with her hand on her abdomen until Sirius waved his hand in front of her face. "Lily," He said hesitantly. "You don't think-"

"No," She said, disbelievingly. "But what if-"

"You said a month?"

"A month,"

"And you haven't-"

"I...I don't think I have."

"So you could be-"

"Yeah,"

"And it isn't like-"

"I'm on a muggle thing, it's regulated."

"Prevention thing?"

"Not always 100%,"

"So-"

"I guess I'm-"

"Is there a way to know for sure?"

Lily thought for a moment. "I'll be right back." She shut the front door and quickly went into the bathroom. At some point she and Mary had gone shopping and bought the thing as a laugh. James wouldn't know what it was, but she had kept it. She didn't know why she had, but she did. And there it was. The pregnancy test. Lily quickly got to work and emerged a few minutes later.

She found Sirius lounging on her couch, flipping through muggle magazines. He had found one about cars and motorcycles and other various modes of transportation. He looked very enraptured. Lily cleared her throat and he jumped up.

"What did you do?" He asked. "Do you know?"

"Not yet."

"How long until you do?"

Lily shrugged. "Two hours, give or take."

"That long?" His mouth dropped open. "Are you sure? We could just go to a Healer; they could do it in about a second-"

"No," She snapped. "No healers. I want to do this the muggle way, alright? Just... humor me."

Sirius acquiesced, sitting back onto the couch and flipping through the magazine. Lily joined him, but didn't read. She was too wired to aimlessly flip through magazines.

"You know, Lily, I think I fancy myself a motorcycle." He said suddenly, after staring at a picture of a sleek black type one for five minutes.

"Those are so dangerous, Sirius." She frowned.

"And fighting in a war isn't?"

"Do what you please," She shrugged, but became very serious very quickly. She glared at him with a raised finger, in the way she had seen McGonagall do a hundred times. "But I swear to Merlin, Black, if I am pregnant and you bring that motorcycle anyway near my baby... Well, let's just say it will affect your lineage."

Sirius scoffed. "Please, Evans, I'd buy a side seat for it."

"My child is never sitting in the side seat of your motorcycle, even if Death Eaters are chasing his tail and Hagrid as to drive him to safety." She laughed. "And it's Potter, to you." She corrected with a minute smile that Sirius did not miss.

"Getting a little carried away, are we Mrs. Potter?" Sirius said with a roguish smile. "So sure it's a boy?"

"With my luck, he'll look just like James, too." Lily laughed again, in a way that convinced Sirius she didn't think that would be such a bad thing. If this baby was actually in existence, well, he was a he. Lily knew it. She'd never been good at Divination, but she knew it all the way down to her toes.

As their bantering continued, the two hours flew by, and soon enough, Lily was in the bathroom figuring out the results. She checked and rechecked, and read the directions over again. After ten minutes of this, she walked dazedly back out to Sirius in the living room. He looked at her expectantly.

At first, all she could do was nod, but then the words came. Weakly, but they came. "Yeah," She choked out. "Yeah, I am."

"You're-"

"Yeah,"

"Wow,"

"Yeah,"

Silence.

"Do you want to be the godfather?"

Sirius, who had been staring out the window with a frown, looked away sharply. "I would be honored to." His tone held a sort of delicate reverence that told Lily he would go to the ends of the earth for this child. The unborn child that was growing inside of her right then already had a world of love to be born to. He had a godfather before his father even knew he existed.

Bloody hell, Sirius was the first to know again.

The thought caused Lily to burst into hysterical giggles.

"Are you alright, Lily?" Sirius raised his eyebrow.

"James made me promise t-the first time that-" She giggled. "-that he'd be the first to know if I got pregnant for real." She dissolved into uncontrollable laughter again.

Sirius barked in laughter. "Well that plan's shot. He won't be back for two months."

Lily sobered. "He won't, will he."

"There's no way to pull him back either," Sirius dropped a comforting arm on her shoulder. His face broke into a grin. "When he comes back you'll have a baby bump."

True to what Sirius had told her, by the time the day drew for James to come home, Lily did have a tiny baby bump. To the unobservant eye, it was just a bit of extra weight, but to her and Sirius, it was a bit of a joke. Sirius commented the whole time James was gone that if he didn't get back soon, he would steal Lily away and raise the kid as his own. Lily of course played along, suggesting remote locations they could live in.

"Somewhere warm," Sirius was saying the very afternoon James would return. "Like Belize or the Canary Islands."

"Why there?" Lily asked, laughing and eating freshly made cupcakes.

"The girls, m'love!" Sirius exclaimed, popping one in his mouth. Lily laughed as frosting and bits of cupcake fell on his chin.

"But I thought we had something special." She jokingly placed her hand on her heart.

"We do," He attempted to get the frosting from his chin with his tongue. "But I'm simply a slave to my needs."

"I'm wounded."

"No, you're pregnant." They laughed, until...

"She's what?" Lily and Sirius both jumped from the couch, not having heard the sound of James apparating in. He looked between them quickly, eyes wide.

Lily recovered first. "James!" She cried, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the sent she'd missed for so long. She was whole again.

"Good to see you breathing, Prongs." Sirius smiled, clapping his friend on the back.

"Yeah," James acknowledged absently. He pried Lily off of him, holding her at a slight distance. "Lily, are you...?"

"I found out right after you left, I swear." She promised, feeling a bit guilty and not looking James in the eyes. She unconsciously brought a hand to her stomach, and James' eyes followed the motion.

"But you are-"

"Yeah," She bit her lip, tentatively looking up. "I'm pregnant."

James' expression was unreadable.

"Surprise," Lily tried weakly.

And just like that, he was kissing her. She was surprised, to say the least, but that didn't mean she didn't respond enthusiastically. After all, this was her husband and she hadn't seen him for two months.

"I could be mad that Sirius knew first, again," James grinned, and Sirius scoffed loudly in the background. "But we're having a baby."

Lily laughed. "We are."

"A baby!" James seemed in complete awe of this.

"A baby."

"I'm going to be a father."

"And a bloody good one."

"You're going to be a mother."

Lily hummed her agreement, kissing James just to shut him up. But apparently, he had just a little more to say. "Sirius should be-"

"Godfather?" Lily smiled. "Already covered that."

"Then we're-"

"Perfect." She finished for him.

"Perfect." He agreed.

A/N- I received a lovely anon request to make this a two shot, so i did :)

Happy belated Easter to my readers who celebrate.