ᎠᎬᎪᎡ ᎻᎪᎡᎡY

December 31, 1979

My Dearest Baby,

The moment I learned I was pregnant with you, I decided to make this journal. When I've aged I'll give this to you. Hopefully you'll be able to realize that your parents weren't always old and boring! Then again, I don't think James will ever be old and boring...

The day started off normal. I was a little queasy in the morning, but it was nothing too serious. Hopefully it stays that way for the rest of my pregnancy, I don't think James would be able to handle me throwing up every morning without freaking out. Anyway, I craved eggs and toast with tons of butter and huge chocolate muffins for breakfast, which is odd since I don't even really like chocolate muffins (don't tell Remus I said that, he'd kill me!).

After James went off for work and I began to clean up around the house and do the dishes from breakfast, I didn't feel quite...right. I don't know how else to say it. My head was spinning and my stomach was rolling over and over itself. I took some aspirin and laid down, but it didn't seem to help. I had this feeling...I just knew that something had changed inside of me, but I had no idea what.

I called James to check if he felt sick at all, thinking that I might of had food poisoning from my mum's cooking last night. Of course the woman meant well, but she couldn't cook to save her life. I'm pretty sure Voldemort himself would dropped dead if he was forced to taste her lasagna. James said that he felt fine, and asked if I wanted him to come home. I said no, knowing how much he loves his job as an auror. Honestly, for being such an idiot while we were in school, he really is a sweet husband. That is, he's a sweet husband when Sirius isn't around. Those two behave like five year olds on Christmas morning whenever they get together. Remus is really the only sensitive one amongst James' friends, considering Peter will do whatever Sirius and my husband ask him to. Don't get me wrong, Peter Pettigrew is really nice and helpful...but he's a bit of a doofus when it comes right down to it.

I went with my instincts and took a muggle pregnancy test. There was no doubt in my mind that it would come out negative, but it couldn't hurt to try, right? Besides, I had read up on the symptoms of being pregnant, and I had...well, I had all of them.

Well, the results were shocking, that's for sure.

I called James immediately, not even thinking about the consequences of that action. I had taught James how to use a telephone about a year ago, and since then he had had a phone jack installed in his office wall so he would be able to call me with ease. He answered on the second ring.

"Hey Lils. You feeling better?"

Every time I hear your father's voice it melts my heart. Four and a half years ago you would've had to torture me with the Cruciatus curse to make me say those words. But James had changed ages ago. He's no longer the foolish, arrogant schoolboy that I had met so long ago, but a nice, caring man that I had grown to love. I knew that he would be a great father...but I also knew that he'd be very overdramatic about this announcement.

And boy, was I right about that.

"Er...not exactly." I remembered saying, playing with the long, swirled phone cord.

James' words had become panicked. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, perfectly fine. It's just..."

"Just what? Lily Potter, are you okay?" His voice had started to rise, shaking with panic and fear.

"James, I'm pregnant." I had blurted out, slapping a hand over my mouth as soon as I had. I had hoped to ease him into the news, but I guess that was over now.