The start of my new fanfiction. Please read and review and if you happen to see any mistakes (spelling or grammar wise) please let me know. English is not my native language and I really want to improve myself.
The small boy in her arms simply did not want to fall asleep. His soft black hair stood up in all directions even though his mother had smoothed it over again and again while tenderly stroking his tiny head. His face was scrunched up, big tears rolled down his cheeks and shrill cries left his tiny, toothless mouth in a surprisingly loud manner.
"He's still at it?" The man's deep voice seemed to calm the baby for a moment, but before his father could reach for him he started wailing again.
"Yes. I don't know what to do anymore. I fed him, changed his nappy, sang a song, gave him his dog plush, carried him around the house and spoke with him...He's not calming down." The man, whose messy black hair the boy had inherited, put a calming arm around his wife.
"It's okay, Lils. We can handle this. I'm here now, alright?" His wife, Lily, choked back a sob and held her son more tightly.
"James, I'm supposed to calm down my son on my own. What kind of mother am I if I can't even calm him?" James put his free hand on his son's head, lightly tipping his tiny nose with his thumb.
"You're his mother. He's got the same stubbornness issues as you." He jumped back, expecting the blow his wife wanted to give him for this comment, and laughed loudly. Lily's eyes flashed angrily but she couldn't hold back the tiny laugh that escaped her lips.
James came back and kissed his wife soundly on her mouth, their son between them. Pulling away, the man took the baby in his arms and smiled toothily at him.
"You know Harry, it took me six years to get your mom to like me. Then, I spent another six months being her best friend before she realized that I actually was undeniably sexy-"
"-and I think that is enough, James. Don't corrupt our son before he's two weeks old." Lily let Harry grasp her ring finger with his small hand; his fingers barely long enough to close around it.
"Also, if you want to tell him how amazing you are, state the facts. You know Harry; the interesting part of this story began three years ago. Once upon a first of September, to be exact..."