A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, James/Lily, #076 – girl
A Larger Poetry Collection
138. Baby Girl
Neither of them really cared what sort of baby they got
but it was fun to argue over nonetheless.
He took the side of the boy: he was one himself after all
and he hated the colour pink. He'd tease his wife
about them maxing out his bank account in Saturday shopping trips
(even though his wife wasn't that much of a shopper anyway
and certainly there were people far worse than her)
and being so quiet and driving him up the wall
(which Lily and her muggle novels did occasionally manage
to do, and any daughter who liked sappy romance stuff
would no doubt add to)
and to bay Quidditch with a boy was an absolute must
(because Lily was a hopeless flyer
and it was just a curse if a child of Potter blood
couldn't fly.
She took the side of the girl: she was one after all
and she'd often joke about how two boys would be too much
(because he was a handful at the best of times, and at the worst
as well, and no doubt the other three Marauders would just add
to that din)
and she wanted to teach her all sorts of muggle things, like cooking
and cleaning, and gardening, because of course a boy
wouldn't do any of those things
and she hoped girls had some sort of immunity to prankster genes
since it was so obvious boys did not
But they were happy no matter what sort of child they had
since it was theirs.