𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Baby Furniture

James tries building a crib without using magic — fem!reader

Warnings: pregnant reader 

Words: 0.5k

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"That's a lot of parts, are you sure you don't want to use magic?" You asked your husband as you both looked at all the pieces to assemble the baby furniture.

"Hundred percent sure." James answered. "I can't have my kid finding out I built their furniture the easy way instead of with my hands."

"We could just not tell them." You suggested, even though you knew he was set on building it himself. 

"We have to tell them. I want my kids to be proud of me. Besides, this'll probably be a piece of cake once I get started."

You bent down a bit to kiss him on his bird's nest of hair. You gave it a tousle as you stood back up, and he gave you a grin. 

"Trust me, my love, I've got this. And if I don't, I'll just ask Sirius for help when he comes over tomorrow."

You sighed, and went into the next room to read in bed while he started putting the crib together. Only, he didn't put the crib together. For a whole half hour, he cussed to himself about the confusing instructions, the tools he was using, and the stupidly similar screws. 

As comical as it was, you felt bad for him. You put your book down on your nightstand and walked over to the next room. He put down his hammer at the sight of you in the doorway. 

"How's the crib going?" You asked, despite the obvious answer on the floor. He only had a few pieces of the frame put together, and you couldn't even tell what part it was supposed to be yet. 

"Not too bad." He lied. "I'm really getting the hang of doing things the Muggle way."

"That's great. Well, I'm gonna have a nap because this little one likes making me tired at two in the afternoon. Maybe I'll get to see the finished product when I wake up?"

"Of course. You're gonna be so impressed."

You two exchanged smiles before you left the room and crawled into your bed. Looking down, you lovingly whispered a few words to your baby bump. "Your dad is a stubborn one." 

You fell asleep too quickly to hear much more of James working, but your assumption was that it didn't go well. So, when James gently woke you up and told you to come look at the crib, you weren't sure what to think. 

He opened the nursery door and revealed an actual crib. The whole thing was perfect and it looked just how a crib was supposed to look. 

"Ta-da! Aren't you impressed with me?" James asked you. "I bet you had gone to sleep thinking I wouldn't be able to make it, but here it is."

"You used magic, didn't you?"

He looked at you with an exaggeratedly offended expression. "You don't believe I could have made that with my own two hands?"

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrow. You both knew what had happened in order to get that crib together. 

"Yeah, I used magic." He admitted. "But, I'll do it the Muggle way for baby number two."

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