Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hell.
James watched the door as it shut, he watched it as it stood static and still, and he watched it as his mind began to swirl with ideas and radical thoughts.
What if she really was pregnant? Would they be able to handle it? The Prewetts had a baby in the middle of the war, they hadn't seemed too worried, though James knew they were. They handled it with grace. Lots of people were having babies. Babies everywhere, every other post in the journals was about babies, or finding out the sex of babies, or babies being born, or babies spitting up.
Okay, so he really hadn't stopped thinking about babies.
James really wanted to be a father. It was more than just being able to, it was the opportunity to raise a child and be that major influence in their life. As he grew up he realized that all the little things his parents did for him shaped who he was today, and he hadn't noticed until he had decided he wanted to be a father too. He wanted to give this world a child that would be good and smart and be fucking awesome at quidditch (and a Gryffindor, but that's for later--)
The clicking of the door snapped James out of his thoughts, and...yeah, no, he hadn't breathed since Lily disappeared back there.
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