A/N: Hey! so originally, I wrote this for my hubby, my wonderful hubby. I decided I would write how I think James would reply to add to this little fanfiction, and then my husband replied. So, here are both versions! Mine is the first, the second is not. Enjoy! :D

Dear Lily Evans – My wife, my high school crush, my lover and my soul mate.

It has come to my attention that you've wrote me a letter. This is the part when you're reading this, and think 'Wow, isn't my husband intelligent!' Well, you'd be right, my dear.

What I think is funny, is how we live with each other. And you felt the need to write it down.

But I guess it was romantic.

And cute.

Funny.

Adorable.

So, I assume it's my turn, to tell you, that I hate you.

Yes, I hate you.

I hate that you're always cranky in the morning; lighten up a bit, Love!

I hate it when you put away my Quidditch magazines in chronological order.

I hate how you know what I'm about to say in our banter, and beat me to it.

I hate that I'm a bad liar, and you're good at spotting it. All those times wasted at home watching TV when I could've been with Pads. That, Lily Flower, is why I sit on the remote.

I hate it that you can't cook. You're terrible.

I hate your sneezes. You sound like a mouse.

But I guess the Loves outweigh the Hates.

I love you.

I love how you're petite, and fragile, but I know that when you're angry, I'm in deep trouble. You scare me, and I love it.

I love that you know what my favourite smell is. As I know yours - freshly mown grass, petrol, linen. Petrol dear, really?

I love that you moan at me for putting plates in the wrong place in the cupboard. If you're so fussed about it, put labels on the racks.

I love it when you bite your nail. Just your one, stubby little nail you've decided to pick on because deep down I've corrupted your innocent brain to becoming a bully. Or, so you tell me.

I love that you blame me for everything, and then kiss me as if you know it'll keep you on my good side.

I love how when you're sleeping, you'll say my name. And then toerag. Occasionally.

I love it when you twiddle your hair around your index finger.

I love that you iron my underwear, yet you'll refuse to iron my best shirt when I'm going out for a firewhiskey with the guys.

I love that sometimes you'll look at me as if to say, are you mad? Yes. Yes I am.

I love how I could go on about how much I love you, but I'm running out of parchment, and I'm too lazy to go get another piece. You should know that by now.

My beautiful, delicate, precious Lily Flower. You mean everything to me. If you had chosen Snivellus, the git, I don't think I could have woken up everyday knowing that I have to go onto the back of the parchment. Turn over the note, dear.

That I would be without you. Life is wonderful, amazing, and adventurous. And I've lived with you for only a few years now, but every day, every minute I feel as if I love you even more. Too much cheese? I guess what I'm trying to say in a nut shell is that I love you. And that took up a lot less parchment. I really fancy some cheese now. BUT SOMEONE HAS FORGOTTEN TO BUY MORE EDAM. I'll leave a sticky note on the fridge.

James Potter.

MY HUBBY'S REPLY :3

Dear Lily Potter - My lover, my wife, my best friend, and my soul mate,
I hate you.

I hate how you always have to have the last word.

I hate that you go absolutely MENTAL over the little things.

I hate that you never seem to get that I need "guy time", Pads really isn't that bad.

I hate the fact that you're always bloody right all the damn time... can't you be wrong once in a while?

But most of all... I hate the fact, that I don't hate you... not at all.

I love you.

I love the little noise you make when you're sleeping; it's not quite a snore but more than just a murmur. It's cute.

I love the fact that no matter where we are or what we're going you reach out to me, as if reassuring yourself that I'm still there.

I love your hair... have I told you that? I love watching it, especially in the sun; how it catches the little glints of silver that you swear aren't there. I've always loved your hair, it's fascinating.

I love the fact that you KNOW I didn't cook the dinner I said I did, but you pretend it's the best thing you've ever tasted.

I love it that you still let me grab your hand under the table.

I love kissing you, I always have and I always will.

I love the fact that you sing in the shower, badly, but hey, we can't all be perfect.

I love that YOU are stubborn, if not I never would have known that you absolutely loathe your middle name, I can understand that you know, mine is Eustuce... or that your favourite flowers are NOT in fact lilies but orchids.

I love the fact that you don't hold my quirks against me, so I like my grapes peeled... what of it?

But most of all Lily Potter...

I love you, Lily Evans-Potter with all my heart and soul.

Forever is a long time, my love. I'm stupid enough to want to spend forever and eternity with you.

Always and forever yours,

James.