because if we’re being honest, this was probably not initially a happy moment in their young lives.
James tossed the broomstick onto the couch, knowing that it would twinge Lily’s nerves.
Lily barely even noticed. She brought her knees to her chest, glancing out the window.
"Lily? What’s wrong?" James asked, slightly surprised by his wife’s demeanor.
Lily bit her lip before muttering, “I’m pregnant.”
James was rendered speechless. His stunned thoughts were replaced by an overwhelming excitement. Pregnant. He was a father. Sirius would be godfather, of course. James fingered his wand, ready to summon a bottle of butterbeer. They needed to celebrate!
He then saw his wife’s face. Lily’s green eyes were sparkling with tears. The excitement was quickly washed away by terror. James heard the solemn whispers in the pub. Nobody was getting pregnant these days. Nobody wanted to bring a child into a world of war and fear.
"Lily," James softly said, "It’s going to be alright."
"You don’t know that," Lily shakily whispered.
"Yes, I do," James firmly said, "Everything’s going to be alright."
Lily couldn’t voice her fears but James understood and said, “Hey, what are the chances that our child is even going to come across a Death Eater, let alone Voldemort?!”
Lily gave him a watery smile and James continued, “And if he does, he’ll be a right bad-ass. Just like his father.”
Lily burst out laughing and tenderly ruffled her husband’a hair, “Let’s just hope that his head isn’t as big as yours!”
and then she tells him it isn’t even his… It’s Severus’ child.