mollyraesly:

Harry’s Birthday Jily Ficlet

Lily was grumpy. Her feet were swollen, her favorite shirt ripped when she tried to put it on, and she wanted pickles but they didn’t have any.

James was gone. He’d had something to do she couldn’t remember anymore because she was nearly nine months along and losing her ruddy mind.

Which is why she found herself crying in the bathtub. No water or anything—just a dry bathtub and her tears.

James found her there and then did the best thing a man could do. He didn’t ask why she was in the tub or why she was only wearing a bra. He just kicked off his shoes and snuck in behind her.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.

“You are a liar,” she grumbled back. “I don’t want to be pregnant anymore. It’s so hot in July. Why didn’t we plan this better?”

“Because we are stupid kids who can’t keep their hands off each other.”

“Do you think the baby will be stupid?” Lily fretted.

“Of course!” James replied. “But only about the little things,” he assured her quickly. “Not about the big ones.”

“Like what?”

“Like that his parents love him. And they love each other. And treacle tart is the best, no question.”

“And Potter men have the best hair.”

“Of course, naturally, that was a given.”

Lily sighed. “I’m nervous I’ll be a crap mum.”

“You couldn’t be even if you tried. This baby is going to be so loved. Until the very end. You’ll see, Lily. We’ll read him stories and teach him to play Exploding Snap and ride a broom and watch him go off to school.”

She felt the baby kick, as though he were ready to do all that James had described.

“I really want to be a good mum.”

“I really want to be a good dad.”

“Then we will,” Lily decided.

James kissed her neck. “We will.”