Jily oneshots

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by elanev91

'James! We're going to be late, come on!'

'I'll be down in a sec, Evans, chill!'

Lily closed her eyes, took a deep, steadying breath, tried her best to suppress the anger bubbling in her stomach. As much as she wanted to start shouting at him for telling her to chill, they were already late and she really didn't think that adding a shouting match was going to help them get to the park on time. Remus had told them it didn't matter if they ran a few minutes late (they were always running a few minutes late, especially now that Harry was able to move around on his own and he found it increasingly hilarious to either destroy something at the last minute or to hide in the little alcove underneath the stairs with the cat so that she and James couldn't find him and they were both crying and Lily was running around with her mobile in her hand screaming 'James, let's just call 999 already, he could be anywhere!'), but they were unveiling the sculpture Sirius had been working on for months, and Lily was not about to let her and James be late to this damn thing because no matter what Remus said, Lily knew that Sirius would hold it over them (mostly jokingly) for the rest of their natural lives if they missed what was sure to be some kind of spectacular entrance.

Lily shifted Harry over onto her other hip, took another long drag of her still too-hot tea (breathing out hard against the fire now burning in her throat), and grabbed the rest of their breakfast dishes from the table and started piling them in the sink. James always made fun of her for refusing to leave the house with a mess in the sink, but James was upstairs trying to dress himself (how she ended up with two children, Lily never knew) and he probably wouldn't have time to make fun of her before she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out to the car.

Harry reached up and started playing with the ends of her hair while she tidied up, a habit he'd picked up from James and engaged in whenever he was seated on Lily's hip and she was otherwise occupied. She turned to look at Harry, smiled at him, and pressed a kiss to the side of his head, before she turned the tap on with her free hand and started rinsing dishes for the dishwasher.

'Lil,' Lily jumped and almost fumbled the plate she was washing when James shouted down the stairs, 'Have you seen my red jumper?!'

'Oh for gods sake,' Lily grumbled. She set the plate into the sink, grabbed her mug, and took another drink of her tea before she yelled back, 'I don't know, James, where did you put it?'

She could hear James opening up drawers in their bedroom, three loud slams in a row telling her that he'd checked the entire chest of drawers where he was supposed to keep his bloody jumpers and, apparently, come up empty. He was quiet for a minute and she rolled her eyes, imagining him walking in slow, confused circles around their bedroom, muttering under his breath about all the places he'd checked and all the ones he still had yet to look.

She'd just dropped the sponge into of the washing-up bowl when James yelled, 'I can't find it,' and nearly scared the shit out of her again. Lily swore under her breath before she could stop herself (they'd tried to make more of an effort after Harry yelled something that sounded distinctly like 'fuck' when he dropped one of his toys the other day, though they were far from consistent with it. It also didn't help that neither of them could stop laughing after Harry had said it, and James had since been suggesting that they just 'go with it, as long as he's using the words correctly').

'Did you look,' she shouted back, not even bothering to keep the annoyance out of her voice now. She shut the dishwasher, grabbed their cleaning spray from underneath the sink to wipe the counters down.

'I've looked everywhere,' James said, and she could tell from the change in his voice that he'd moved to the top of the stairs, 'Are you sure you don't know where it is?'