Love In Motion: JamesLily

Character Appreciation: devoted husband

Days, White Shirt Day: Write a fic featuring two or more Order members

Liza's Loves, Red Stag: James Potter

Insane House Competition: sleeping in

Serpent Day, emerald tree boa

Word Count: 387

Lily groans when she opens her eyes, all too aware of how bright the bedroom is. She sits up, her sleepiness melting away in less than a second. The clock on the bedside table that it is, in fact, no longer morning. She pushes a hand through her tangled red hair and quickly jumps to her feet, dressing.

She has to give Harry his bottle, fix something for James to eat, and there are too many little household chores to even think about. Making a mental list of everything, she makes her way to the kitchen and stops, head tipped to the side in confusion.

The kitchen is spotless. The only thing that's out is a single plate, piled with neatly cut sandwiches and crisps. Lily blinks rapidly before rubbing her eyes. No, she isn't dreaming. She's woken up to a clean kitchen with a small lunch prepared for her. She nabs a sandwich slice and walks through the house. Each room proves to be just as tidy as the last.

"James?"

"In Harry's room, love."

She follows the sound of his voice and finds her husband in a rocking chair. Their son sits on his lap, giggling happily as James read to him. Lily leans against the door frame, smiling to herself.

"You let me sleep in?" she asks.

"You were up all night with Harry," he answers. "I thought you might appreciate the extra rest."

A smile tugs at her lips. James may have his faults, but he's come a long way since his days of being an arrogant toerag. He's a good man, a wonderful father, and the greatest husband.

"What are you grinning about?" James asks.

"How lucky I am."

And she is. The war has plunged the world into chaos. Some days are so dark that she wonders why she's still fighting. But then there are moment like this where she has her husband and son, and she knows that there's still good in the world.

James climbs carefully to his feet, resting Harry on his hip. He crosses the room and wraps an arm around her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Funny," he says. "I was just thinking of how lucky I am too."

Lily snuggles against her husband, resting her head on his chest. "Great minds think alike."