A/N: I have no idea what the baby's name should be. Ah, well.. By the way, Leila is pronounced "Lee-i-la"
"Jamesie-kins!" Sarilee squealed, throwing herself onto James and kissing his lips rapidly. They hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks- which almost killed Sarilee. She had traveled to France to visit some family, and being without James was emotionally killing her. So, of course, the first thing she'd do was show James all her love- although she hadn't even unpacked yet.
"I missed you so MUCH!" she said again loudly. James smirked. Lily was never this loud, but he liked it. Lily was always so quiet, never one to talk. She'd rather keep to herself than get caught up in all the chaos that's life.
"So, Sari, how was Frrrance?" James asked, rolling his 'r.'
Sarilee giggled giddily. "It was fantastic! But I was going absolutely mad missing you! Je t'aime tellement, ma chérie." she kissed him, her long black ponytail swinging over her shoulder.
James mock-groaned. "Sari, you know I don't speak French!"
She giggled. "Ah, it means, how you say... I love you, darling."
He smiled. "I love you more." He poked her stomach and she squirmed. Sarilee was super ticklish. So he began tickling her.
"Arrêter, stop, stop!" She fell back onto the bed, giggling. James looked around at her. Out of the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw Brielle, Snape's House Elf, staring back at him, and she was gone in an instant. James shook the thought out of his head; he was probably just seeing things. "
"Now.. where was I?"
Severus put a finger on his chin, thinking about what type of mineral went next in his potion.
"Hmm..." he mumbled. Suddenly there was a loud THUD coming from downstairs, causing him to jump and spill half his potion. "Damn it!" Severus muttered angrily. He rushed down to see what had happened, and found Brielle lying on the floor, looking quite dazed. Severus rolled his eyes: Brielle was the clumsiest House Elf he had ever met.
"Brielle! What the hell are you doing?" he demanded. Brielle looked nervous. She covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh, Master Severus, it was terrible! Brielle... Brielle went to James Potter and Lily Evans' house and Brielle saw... Brielle saw..." Brielle stuttered, talking way too fast. Severus could barely understand her.
"Brielle, what's the matter? Talk slower, I didn't understand a word you just said."
"James..." Brielle panted. "Is with.. a.. woman. Besides Lily!" Severus dropped the remainings of his potion. His heart thumped. Could it be true?
"Brielle," Severus said slowly. "How long have you known about this?"
Brielle stopped cold. "Brielle has known about this for... almost a week." she admitted softly, her head bowed down in shame. Severus sighed and studied Brielle carefully.
The tiny House Elf noticed the shocked look on Severus' face. "What's wrong, Master? Brielle thought you wanted Lily Evans for yourself. She's all yours now! Master Severus should be happy!"
"When Lily finds out, though, she'll be terribly depressed. She won't want to speak to anyone." Severus muttered. "Brielle, I absolutely forbid you to tell Lily about this. Now, this woman you speak of. Describe her to me."
"She has long black hair, very bright blue eyes, and Brielle heard her speaking a language. French, perhaps? And Brielle also heard James Potter mention the name 'Sarilee.'" Brielle said eagerly. Brielle loved all kinds of drama. She liked to watch people fight. While most people hated it, drama was Brielle's source of amusement. Great, thought Severus. Potter's gone and hooked up with some French snob. Severus was worried about Lily finding out. He loved her more than anything, and Severus didn't think he could stand it if Lily was heartbroken. Then perhaps she wouldn't even want to speak to him.
Lily sat back against the Owl Post, waiting in line to send her owl. Around this part of town, the owls had to be sent in one Post, sort of like a Muggle Post Office. She was sending a letter to her parents, who would surely understand the use of owls.
This tiny town was packed with Witches and Wizards. She wondered what James was doing. Her heart swelled at the thought of him. James had spent so much time away from her.. and then there was Severus. Severus, who loved her more than he loved himself. Who promised he would protect her with his life. And then the baby. She had chosen Laurel if it was a girl and Jason for a boy. Or maybe Oliver. Or Toby. Lily was even sure if Laurel was the best choice for a girl. Maybe she should choose Leila? Or Avalon? Skylar? It was all so much. And Lily didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. The thing about Witch pregnancy is that you find out a lot sooner what gender the baby is. But it still takes time which is why Lily was pacing back and forth, names flying around in her mind.
Sarilee rested her head next to James and sighed. She pulled a heavy blanket over her bare body and stared at James. He beamed.
"Ah, my hair is most horrible!" exclaimed Sarilee uber-dramatically. She ran her fingers down her tangled, oily hair. "I need a shower, how you say, ASAP!"
James chuckled. "C'mon, your hair's not that bad." He examined her hair. "Well... maybe it is," he teased. Sarilee rolled her eyes and pulled her hair back into a messy bun.
"How is it that you have black hair, anyway? Don't French people have blonde hair?" questioned James.
"No, no, no, you've got it all wrong." Sarilee said, stepping out of bed and putting clothes on. "French have dark hair. You're thinking of the Northern European folk, like Germany, Norway, and Sweden. They have, for the most part, blonde hair."
James ruffled his hair and laid back. "Oh well.. same difference."
Sarilee giggled and flashed him a radiant smile.
"Hey," said James, "the other night.. last night, I mean... I could've sworn I saw a House Elf watching us. Brielle, I think."
Sarilee bit her lip. "Oh no! Petit ami, sweetheart, no one can know about our, how would you say, secret romance!"
Sarilee didn't know about Lily, but she knew about Severus, and she worried that he would tell the Minister of Magic. Sarilee didn't prove to be very bright sometimes. Severus and Sarilee had known each other for a while, and Sarilee thought Severus was, as she would say, immoral.
"I don't know, I just thought I saw it, that's all!" James said, trying to calm a distressed Sarilee down.
This is bad, he thought. This is very bad.
"Severus, put down your books and come lie down. You've been working way too hard." Lily sighed. Severus looked around at her.
"I can't, Lily." he said gently.
"Why not? You're too hard on yourself sometimes."
Severus sighed deeply. He put his book down, got up, and grabbed Lily's hand.
"Come on, Lily." He walked upstairs and laid down next to her.
Lily leaned back against his chest. "Close your eyes." he said softly. Lily shut her eyes drowsily. He kissed her lips softly and rested his head on her shoulder.
Lily felt herself getting more and more sleepy, and soon she felt herself drifting off into a deep sleep...
A/N: I know its short and probably not that good. And I haven't updated in a while. Review and let me know what you think!