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"James?" I whispered, incredulous. "Oh my.." I trailed off hesitantly. "Healer! Healer! He's waking up. Please hurry!" I shouted and three healers immediately were in the room beside me. They scooted me away and I got caught up in the flurry of activities around me.

"Lily, please Lily!" he shouted from the bed and I rushed over, hearing his voice. I pushed my way through two healers and grabbed his hands.

"James." I said, smiling, and tears streamed down my face, falling into my hair. "You're ok." I whispered.

"No, but I will be." he said, and closed his eyes, leaning his head back into the pillow. I gripped his hand tighter. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." he murmured.

(Two Weeks Later)

"Ah, it feels good to be home." James said, grabbing the last of the boxes behind me and shutting the trunk of the rental car. The healers refused to let him apparate so we were forced to drive, luckily I knew how.

"You have no idea. It's been…well…hell with you gone." I said, and grimaced at him. He slung an arm casually around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head and I smiled at the simplicity of it all. "We have to get you upstairs. You've been on your feet too much today." I said, and frowned, checking my watch.

"Oh, hush. It's my first day out of that place. I'm just so excited for food that doesn't taste completely like cardboard." he said enthusiastically.

I laughed lightly. "I can fix you up something pretty quickly, but you go get in bed. Just set the box down here," I said, gesturing to the front room. "I'll get it later."

"You aren't my maid, you don't have to clean up everything you know."

"I know, I enjoy it. It makes me feel like the studious housewife."

"Not yet you aren't."

"You're right, housefiancée."

"For only two more months though."

"I can't wait." I said and he kissed me lightly.

"Go to bed. I'll wake you up later with food. What do you want?" I asked him, pushing him so he'd get the idea.

"Surprise me." he said, and climbed the stairs, disappearing around the corner. I made my way to the kitchen and got a pot, filling it with water. I set it on the oven top, and set the burner on. I was going with pasta, it was the simplest. I still didn't know how to cook with magic, which was probably something I should learn. I heated up the sauce in another pot and grabbed lettuce and sides for salads from the fridge. I quickly threw together a small salad and put Italian dressing on top, his favorite. I then got him a glass of Firewhiskey from the cupboard, figuring we'd celebrate his return. Once the pasta was done, I grabbed a tray and a napkin.

I made my way upstairs slowly, careful not to spill anything and opened the door with my hip. He was laying in bed, the covers halfway up his body, his shirt sliding up his torso and I had to stop and stare. How was I this lucky to have this man for me for my whole life? He was breathtakingly beautiful.

"James." I said, and he stirred, automatically grabbing his glasses off of the bedside table.

"That looks delicious." he said. I climbed onto the bed with him and set the plate between us, handing him the Firewhiskey. He took a sip then set it down, and grabbed the salad. "You spoil me Lily."

"Only the best for you." I murmured and he smiled. He devoured the salad and then the pasta. "You eat like a pig." I said laughing.

"Oh come on! I eat like a perfect gentleman."

"Then how do you have dressing on your eyebrow?" I asked.

"What! I do not." reaching up and scrubbing his eyebrow.

"Yes you do. Here." I said, and reached up, wiping it off, but then I left my hand there, ran it through his hair, and then gently caressed his face. "I missed you."

"And I, you." he said, all traces of joking gone from his voice. He set the tray down on the bedside table, and finished his drink. "Come here." he murmured.

I slid into his open arms, cocooning myself into him, suddenly needing him next to me.

"You're much stronger than me. I don't think I could have lived that long without you. It must prove I love you more." he said against my hair, his hot breath spiraling around me.

"Funny. That doesn't prove anything at all. If it does, then it's that I love you more, because I didn't get up out of that stupid hospital chair once unless it wasn't visiting hours. And that thing is uncomfortable to the extreme. I don't think my back is ever going to be the same." I joked.

"You want a massage?" he asked.

"I would love one." I said. So I flipped to my stomach, my head laying on my pillow and he slowly massaged the endless knots out of my shoulders and upper back. It felt so amazing, that I almost fell asleep…until he leaned down and gently started kissing my neck. Then I became wide awake. He continued kissing me, making his way up and down my jaw line. And then before I barely knew what was happening, he flipped me over and molded his lips into mine. It was gentle at first, sweet, until I opened my mouth, and he deepened the kiss, dipping his tongue in and I tasted the Italian dressing from dinner. He was being so sweet, most likely trying to make up for all the time I'd spent alone the past few weeks.

But I didn't want sweet. I missed him, and I needed him. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me, so we were molded together. All of him was pressed against me, but he wasn't close enough. It was me this time who deepened the kiss, slightly pulling on his bottom lip so he'd open his mouth and when he didn't, I bit him. He yelped slightly but continued to kiss me. I was tired of being on the bottom though, so I shoved him until he was underneath me, and I straddled him, kissing him and placing his hands above his head, so he was splayed out underneath me. I kissed him for a while, and then moved to his jaw line, sucking and biting down his neck and back up.

"W-wait." he said, muffled by my hair. I sat up, still straddling him.

"Something wrong? It seemed you were enjoying yourself." I questioned, annoyed he made me stop.

"Something smells weird." he said. He sniffed my hair, then my clothes, then his clothes, then the pillow, where he stopped. 'This doesn't smell like me, or you. It smells like…" he paused, thinking. "Sirius. No one else I know has that cologne. Why was Sirius sleeping in our bed?" he said, starting to sound mad.

I paused, trying to figure out how to word the next sentence properly. But he took my pause in a different direction.

"Did you sleep with him?" he said, incredulous. "No way. You cheated on me when I was sick didn't you? Guess that chair wasn't too uncomfortable saying as you were laying here the rest of the time. I can't believe you. You said you were saving yourself for me! What the hell Lily."

"What! James, you're overreacting!" but before I could explain myself, he pushed me off of him, still gently though, and got out of the bed, putting his shirt back on that I'd managed to slip off. "James! Stop it! I'd never cheat on you. It was just too difficult. I wasn't sleeping, I wasn't eating. I couldn't fall asleep without someone breathing next to me."

"Oh whatever. That's complete bullshit. You cheated on me, and now you're trying to come up with some stupid story. I knew it. I knew it. Sirius has always been competing against me, I just never thought he would.." he trailed off, muttering incoherent curse words. He stormed out of the room before I had the chance to say anything else.

"James!" I shouted but when I followed him, he was no where to be seen, and I was guessing he had gone to Remus' for the night. I sat down weakly on the couch. My first night with him back, and I was alone. The tears came then, not stopping. I sat there until they stopped, and then, the night having been ruined, went back upstairs and got the dishes. I cleaned the kitchen and then got another glass of Firewhiskey. And then another. And another. I didn't stop until the bottle was gone.

I stumbled to the couch, stripping my clothes as I went, wondering why anyone would ever invent jeans, way too uncomfortable. In just my bra and panties, I sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket that was draped over the back on top of me. I grabbed a book from the cabinet next to me and started reading, it was a romance, wonderful. In my drunken state, I didn't get much reading done, the words running together easily. The tears came freely still, spiraling down on the pages of my book, mixing with the sorrows of the characters living through them. I laid down on the couch then, still reading, and drifted of into my dreams, hoping at least for a happy ending there.

James P.O.V.

I found her on the couch when I got back. Drunk and naked by the looks of it. She had fallen asleep while she was reading, typical of her. The words were blotchy however and I knew she had been crying. I looked at her, so breathtaking even with her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess. I knew she hadn't cheated on me now, and part of me knew the whole time.

I was just so weird when it came to Lily. Remus says it's my insecurity finally bursting through my fat head, and maybe it is. Lily was the one true thing I had in my life, and I wasn't ready to lose it, ever. I had jumped to conclusions so easily.

I had spent a good four years of my life loving her while she hated me, and it was difficult to realize even now she loved me back. Of course I would jump to conclusions, look at Sirius compared to me. He had the effortless look that no one could ever pull off, and yet he did. The eyes, the hair. I had glasses for Merlin's sake. And yet she fell for me. And I was the happiest man in the world.

I had to apologize, but it would have to wait for the morning. I walked to the couch and scooped her up in my arms. She didn't even stir and part of me wanted to make sure she had a pulse she was so still. I carried her up the stairs. She was so lightweight, only 130 pounds. I laid her in our bed, and pulled the covers around her.

I walked to the bathroom, showered, and got dressed into my own pajamas, all the while thinking only of her. I walked downstairs and grabbed a carton of ice cream from the freezer, chunky monkey, the best kind. I sat down at the couch and turned on the television, switching to the wizards channel with a flick of my wand.

The news was on, and I waited for the death toll to stop before turning the volume up. Four killed. I thanked Merlin I didn't know the names and felt a pang of pity for the families and friends.

Random things came up next, nothing too important so switched back to the muggle shows, laughing at the dramas and getting confused by their odd sports, especially football, which made no sense to me.

I had finished the entire carton of chunky monkey by the time I started to feel tired, so I threw it away, brushed my teeth, then climbed into bed with Lily. She was drooling, her mouth open in an O. I laughed quietly to myself. I settled myself in, and turned the rest of the lights off, closing my eyes.

"James?" she murmured and I opened my eyes, turning and looking at her. Even in her drunken state, her eyes were like glowing green orbs, staring back at me.

"Lily." I murmured, and opened my arms. She crawled in without hesitation. "I'm sorry, it was foolish and regardless and I jumped to conclusions. Please for-"

"Shut up James."

"Am I forgiven?"

"Yes."

A/N: I know it's dreadfully short, especially since I haven't really updated in a while but I'm sorry, I've just been so busy with second semester starting and such. I'm a sophomore by the way, if any of you were wondering. I hope you enjoyed this quick little filler. The action packed next chapter will be up as soon as I can write it, with ten times more drama, adventure, action and romance. Ooooh, sizzle. Thank you for all of the reviews, and please review this chapter, it would be much appreciated.