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PEACE
November 12, 2029
IT HAD BEEN almost a year since August 7th when Lily carefully walked into the dining room. Neither of them had quite been the same after — some of the joy had lost its way for a great deal of time, but it seemed as if the birds started chirping again and Lily started to love the morning sun again.
However, this news might change everything. She sat down opposite James, who looked up from stirring his tea with a brilliant smile, but it dropped when he saw how uneasy she looked. She sat down, folding her skirt under her as she did and placed a hand over James's.
"What is it?" James asked nervously.
She sniffed a little and stood up again, not wanting to cry in front of him as she walked into the kitchen. She stood by the counter, one hand on it for support with the other on her hip, her lips pressed together. James followed her in and stopped when he saw her.
"What is it?" James repeated, more alarmed this time. "What's wrong? Lil I can't fix it, if you don't tell me what's wrong."
However, his eyes saw how hers weren't looking at his, but rather three sticks placed in a row on the counter. His stomach dropped as he walked forward — he knew what they meant, but was still anxious to find out. Positive. Positive. Positive.
He just stared at the tests on the counter, his face set and no emotion showing.
"Please say something," she whispered as she shifted nervously.
"Are you ok?" he asked as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"What?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him.
"I'm not the one who's pregnant," he replied. "Are you ok?"
She slowly started nod as she looked at him. She bit her lip as he moved around the counter and enveloped her in a hug. She clutched his shirt and he smelled lavender and he felt as though he was 17 again and she was hugging him for the first time after Slughorn's dinner party.
And with that feeling — the little light that shot sparks to his finger tips — he pulled away and slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. She melted into it as her hands cupped his face. He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against hers.
"What do you want to do?" he asked quietly.
"Want to give it another go?" she asked. "It's almost been a year and — "
"Do you want to give it another go?" James asked.
She nodded hesitantly and a smile formed on his face as he pulled away slightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Then let's give it another, Mrs. Potter," he said as he fought the grin that was forming on his face.
"We're having a baby," she said, her voice growing louder. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!"
James picked her up and spun her around and her laughter struck the air with the birdsong and the other melodies of summer settling into autumn.
And suddenly, the sunlight felt warm again and the room wasn't as stuffy and the cool breeze blew through the window, making their hair dance and the screams of the local children float through the window.
Their future of changing diapers and screaming teenagers, but also Potter christmases and family board game nights floated in with it and wrapped them up.
"I'm going to be a dad!" he exclaimed.
"You're going to be a dad!" she exclaimed through her laughter. "I'm going to be a mum!"
"You're going to be a mum!" he repeated.
"It's going to be us," she said as he set her down on the ground again.
"It's always been us," he said in a quieter voice.
"But now 'us' is going to mean a little bit more," she said with a grin.
James grinned and kneeled down, looking at her stomach and he smiled.
