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James- Preparation, Preparation, Preparation (Or In Other Words, 'Kill Me Now')
"Jess? Just how many different clothes do we need? I thought we were just having the one baby," I turned around to face my fiancé, arms filled to the brim with clothes and bibs and whatnot, nearly knocking over everything off the shelves in the process.
"Ha ha James, very funny," Jessica answered sarcastically adding yet another load of baby grows onto my already overflowing pile. "I believe that you offered to carry all of it so stop complaining or get a basket."
I huffed in defeat, knowing that she knew I wouldn't go and get a basket after making such a huge fuss when we walked into the shop. So instead I decided to walk behind her sighing in frustration and stomping my feet just like she hated. Also every now and then when I thought she wasn't looking I would jam some of the cloths back onto the racks.
"Okay, right are we doing buggies next or a cot? Your choice."
"The buggies, cause we could do some races to find the best one," I answered jokily before getting a light smack over the head.
"James we are in a public place, I am not racing buggies with you."
"Ahh but you want to," I pointed out while giving her a quick wink. She gives me that look that she gives when she hates to admit that I am right but she laughs loudly, shocking a pair of shoppers behind us, which only made her laugh more.
"So buggies it is."
After trying to convince Jessica for hours that it would be a great idea to buy a pushchair with some kind of jet pack at the back without any success, we both settled on a boring red one. She wanted to keep most of the stuff that we bought as unisex as possible because even though we had been told that the baby would be a boy she doesn't quite trust the doctors.
We spend almost the whole day in London, starting off in Diagon Ally and ending near Big Ben, shopping and as much as I loved Jessica I still wasn't quite used to her adoration for the pointless hobby of shopping. I was finally able to take her home after stopping her from wasting another hundred pounds on unneeded baby supplies.
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When we reached our apartment it was almost six thirty and I was beyond hungry. I ran into the kitchen hoping to find some nice, unhealthy thing and stuff it in my face before I passed out due to exhaustion but all I found when I opened the fridge was carrot sticks and salad.
"Jessica Finnigan, where the hell are my cakes and my pies and my burgers?" I shouted through the flat.
"Well I read somewhere that you aren't supposed to eat that kind of stuff when you're pregnant," she answered.
"Yeah but I ain't pregnant Jess! Where is my food?"
"I know you aren't Jamie but I thought you would do this with me so I wouldn't have to do it by myself," she popped her head around the door frame and gave me her puppy dog eyes that beat food every time.
"Fine, you win. No nice stuff for me, great."
"It's only seven months James, I am sure you can live without unhealthy food that long."
"Well you obviously don't know me that well," I swooped her up and span her around the room before planting a gentle kiss on her lips.
A/N: Well there is the first bit of James. I wasn't really sure how to approach him because I see him as being really funny but I couldn't really find any jokes so I stuck with his immaturity. I hope it okay that I have put in an OC character. Some basic information on Jessica Finnigan is that she is Seamus' oldest daughter, a Gryffindor in the year above James who is really close friends with Molly, she is a bit of a daredevil and she gets along with all of the Weasley-Potter children except Rose.