Hello everybody it is I, Marauders Anonymouss! I'm sick right now, which sucks, but on the bright side, more fan fiction! This chapter jumps forward a month after what happened. Just so you don't get confused!:)

Characters belong to J.K. Rowling!

Lily woke up. She immediately felt sick and rushed to the loo. Coming back, she observed herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen, and her hair looked like a rat's nest. It obviously wasn't from sleep though, considering she only went to sleep 30 minutes ago. She tilted her head to the side, observing the bruises on her collarbone, all along her neck, and behind her ear. She smiled, but still felt really nervous. Last night, that had happened to distract him, because he started asking questions. It was a matter of time though; lately she had been tired, sick, and she always craved Sugar Quills. And let's not forget the main thing. She was late. Two weeks late. That's why, once she made sure he was completely asleep, she took the test that she had bought while he was with Sirius, Remus, and Peter. She summoned up all her courage and peeked at it. It was positive. She didn't know whether to feel happy or worried. Of course, she's always wanted one, and it's another thing to love. But alas, James apparently doesn't feel that way. He made it pretty clear last month that he wasn't ready for that step. She was so consumed in her thoughts that she didn't notice him knocking on the door.

"Love, are you alright?" That was enough to knock her out of her reverie. She panicked and blindly threw it in the direction of the wastebasket. She stood up, tried to calm herself down, and opened the door to a very worried, if not curious, James.

"Are you alright?" He repeated.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I mean, why wouldn't I? There's nothing wrong! I'm fine, I swear!"

He noticed her nervousness, all the symptoms, and the fact that she was currently blocking the bathroom door, and a look of understanding flashed across his face. He tried to get to the bathroom, but she blocked him. Sighing, he picked her up by the shoulders, moved her to the side(despite the kicking and threats he received), and rushed into the loo before she could stop him. He scanned the floor, finding the stick and looking at it. When he saw the sign, he slowly turned towards Lily, who was looking at him, anxiety evident in her expression.

"So this is what you've been hiding from me?" James asked, a solemn face replacing his usually calm and cool one.

Lily nodded her head slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" James asked. His face now expressed hurt. For someone who prided on being able to mask his emotions, he wasn't doing a very good job.

"Because, you were going on about how you didn't want a kid just yet, and how you needed to mature more, and I thought if you found out, you wouldn't want to be with me, and—" She was stopped when James picked her up and kissed her. Whatever she expected, she hadn't expected this.

"Listen," James said as he cupped her face with her hands, his hazel eyes piercing and seemingly more vivid than ever behind his glasses, "whatever happens, I will never leave you. I have waited for years for you. You are not getting rid of me that easily." Lily started crying, but James didn't feel scared, because he knew these were tears of joy.

She hugged him and said, "Mr. Potter, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

James sighed and rested his chin on top of her head, "Mrs. Potter, you've been my best thing for a while now."

Lily smiled, "How about we go to bed though, especially because it's around 2:00 in the morning."

James's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me? There's so much to do! We have to schedule an appointment with the healers, we have to decorate the baby's room, is it a boy or a girl? Never mind, we'll figure that out along the way, we need to brag to Padfoot because I have a little mini me running around the house…" Lily laughed, then noticed something he said.

"Wait, why are you assuming it'll be like you?"

James shrugged, "I dunno, it's just that all Potter boys are alike, no matter what."

"What if it's a girl?"

"Potter children are always male. That's why the name has lasted for all these centuries."

"If it's a girl, I'm going to laugh at you." Lily said, crossing her arms.

"She'll still look like me, though." He said, poking her nose.

"Maybe, but if she has your hair, I think I'll cry." Lily teased as she ruffled his hair.

"Hey! I thought you found my hair wildly attractive."

"Yeah, for guys. Girls, not so much." Lily confessed, hand still running through his hair.

"I guess you have a point. But there are most likely to be those little prats that are going to make fun of her hair if she has yours."

Lily whacked his head. "You remember that you used to be one of those little prats."

James held one of her curls in his hand and started playing with it, " Yeah, but when I did it, it was cute and endearing."

She rolled her eyes, walked back over to the bed, and laid down, James following her. He jumped on it and landed so that she flew a couple of inches in the air and landed facing him.

She sighed as she took James's glasses off of him and laid them on the nightstand. She laid her head on his chest, smiling as he placed a kiss in her hair.

He looked down at her, picked up the curl he was playing with and gave it a gentle pull. She turned her head to look at him, green eyes staring into his soul. Those eyes. Those beautiful, almond-shaped, striking, green eyes that sent a shiver down his spine every time she looked at him. Whatever the gender, whatever the baby looked like, he prayed to Merlin that it would have her eyes.

And that was chapter 4! Soon this story will finally complete the family part of the category it was placed in. Remember, Review! Reviewing is nice. Just think of it as a Christmas or birthday present! So...REVIEW!

~Marauders Anonymouss