Lily! >>
So...he had no idea where to begin.

He could be wrong. He could definitely be wrong, except James Potter was rarely wrong. Which brings up the issue of wanting to be wrong at this particular moment in time. He was sitting in the...he supposed it was just a sitting area of their living quarters, his fingers twisting around the small vial of a pregnancy test. Madame Pomfrey had looked at him, a scolding look that he couldn't understand seeing as he'd been out of Hogwarts for more than a year and had been married for most of that time, but he supposed the matron along with most of the other staff at the school still saw him and Lily as the bickering duo that filled the halls with loud, angry cursing or ridiculously sappy moments.

Sometimes he still thought of himself that way.

James didn't want to be wrong. Not that he was ready to have a baby, because before when they were trying, he thought they were ready, but when the healers said the chances were slim to nothing, he had begun to think about the positives of it. They were in a war, they were some of Voldemort's favorite targets---it wouldn't be fair to bring a baby into this world. So now, almost a year after their dreams had been shattered and he'd accepted the idea of never being a father, there seemed to be a bit of a glimmer of hope that he wasn't sure he was ready for.

Sighing greatly, James pushed himself up and stuck the vial into his back pocket, pushing the door open to their bedroo. Jamees grinned at his wife and sat down on the bed beside her, annoyingly looking into the pages of the book in her hands.