LXXII. Locket
Lily touched the locket hanging around her neck. "He's kicking again," she said as James came in to collapse on their bed.
He leaned over to kiss her. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I love you more."
She laughed. "At least my love didn't come about because of amortentia."
He shrugged. "I loved you before that."
"Oh, is that so?"
"I loved you when we rowed across the lake before the Sorting. I loved you when you sat down in our compartment on the train. Lily Evans Potter, I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you."
