Written for Emerson.
9. James and Lily
There was a knock at the door of the small house at Godric's Hollow.
"I'm coming!" called the voice of Lily as she got up from lying on the lounge chair, her belly protruding in front of her.
She opened the door to find a bunch of colourful flowers being held out to her and a tall bespectacled man with a mass of shaggy hair peeking from behind them.
"James Potter, what's with the flowers?" she couldn't help but smile as he pressed the stems into the palm of her hand before stooping to kiss her stomach.
"Does there need to be a reason for me to give flowers to my beautiful wife?" he stood back up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Still smiling, Lily walked to the kitchen and produced a vase from a cupboard. "They're beautiful, James."
He followed her and wrapped his arms around her belly from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Not as beautiful as you."