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My Baby Girl’s Wedding by obsessive

Format: Novella
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 47,941
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Snape/Lily, OC/OC

First Published: 04/23/2007
Last Chapter: 02/23/2009
Last Updated: 02/23/2009

My name is Edward Evans. About thirty years ago I married my wife Kendra, and we have two daughters. One of them eloped with a man I can’t stand. My youngest is the only one I have left, and there is no way I’m going to let her walk down the aisle. Especially not with James Potter waiting at the alter. Yay! Over 17,000 reads!!!

Chapter 3: Kendra Evans

Disclaimer: The Plot and Lily’s parents are all my doing. However Lily and James aren’t mine. I’m not JKR and this is in no way connected to her. Live with it.

AN: I’m so thrilled with the response I’ve been getting for this story. So far it looks like the most popular thing about this story is how it’s told from Lily’s dad’s point of view. Thank you so much to all of you who have left me a review, keep it up! Read and enjoy.

My name is Edward Evans. About thirty years ago I married my wife Kendra, and we have two daughters. One of them eloped with a man I can’t stand. My youngest is the only one I have left, and there is no way I’m going to let my sweet little Lily flower walk down the aisle. Especially not with James Potter waiting at the alter!

That was the only thing I could think about for the rest of the evening. Which passed in a fog. I remember helping Kendra and Lily clean up, with assistance from James. I remember having a last cup of coffee with my wife, my daughter, and my daughter’s boyfriend. I remember perfectly saying goodbye to James, while still being as threatening as possible. I remember watching as Lily closed the door behind him. It was only the snapping sound of my youngest slamming the door that brought me back to reality.

The fact that my daughter’s boyfriend, who I couldn’t stand, had asked me to give him my blessing so that he could marry my daughter, my precious baby girl, my jewel, my Lily flower, the golden angel in my life. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and her asked me for my blessing on this matter. Nope none of that bothers me. I mean I saw it coming. I gave a similar speech about how much I loved Kendra to her father right before I asked his permission to marry her.

I saw it coming, but I didn’t stop him. That doesn’t bother me either. My father in law didn’t think quickly enough to stop me from asking his permission. No father can think fast enough to stop their daughter’s boyfriend form asking for their blessing. It was common. None of that bothered me. Then what did?

That’s easy. I can’t remember what I told him. I remember him asking for permission to marry Lily. I remember him helping Kendra and Lily and I clean up. However everything in between is a total blank. I can’t recall if I told him that he should shut up and run like his life depended on it. I also can’t remember if I said, “Yes, of course you can marry her James. Nothing would make me happier.” This wouldn’t be bugging me so much if I could just remember what I told him.

For all I know he could have already gotten down on one knee, in front of my baby girl. If he has I will kill him with my bare hands. I don’t care if I wasn’t paying attention and told him the latter. He is dead. He and Dursley are dead. They are both dead, but walking at the moment. Just a technicality. They are both dead men. Anyone boy who even dared look at my daughters in a way that could be thought of as more than a friendly way is dead.

Lily clearing her throat brought me back to this reality. I snapped my head back up to look at my green-eyed red headed daughter. She smiled at me as she came over and sat down next to me on the couch in the living room

“Did you have a nice time tonight Daddy?”

“Lie!” I thought quickly.

“Of course I did sweetie. James seems well…very…umm…I…err…”

“I know Daddy!” she simpered. “He’s great isn’t he! I love him so much! Did you think he was wonderful Daddy.” She never even gave me a chance to answer. Lily just kept on babbling about how much she loved her boyfriend. “The career path that he’s chosen…I was so worried when he told me that he wanted to help with that branch of the ministry, but I’m so proud of him. Also I was never happier to call him my boyfriend than when he and his friends all teamed up to help Peter. They’re all just so selfless. You can’t help but love them. Isn’t that right Daddy? So tell me what did you think of James?”

Before I could answer Kendra walked back into the living room from the kitchen. She smiled when she spotted us sitting on the couch. With a slight bounce in her step she came over and sat down next to me on the couch facing the window. Lily then, thankfully, shifted her attention from me to her mother.

“What about you mum? What did you think of James?”

“He seemed fantastic, better than I ever thought he would be. I approve, but what about you Edward? What did you think of James?”

“Well he was…oh,” I stretched and pretended to yawn. “I’m exhausted. What about you girls? Aren’t you beat? It’s been a long day. Lily flower I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie. Kendra I’ll see you in a bit.” I rushed out of the room quickly and within two seconds flat I was up in the master bedroom. After ten minutes Kendra came up. She walked threw the door staring at me long and hard, as I sat on our bed my hands in my hair, and my elbows on my knees.

“I thought he was very nice Edward, but if you can give me one good reason why you hate him, other than he’s dating our daughter, I’ll respect that.” She sat down next to me as she spoke and stroked my back as she waited patently for my answer. When I didn’t give it to her, she stood up and started to change into her pajamas. Once she’d returned from that she sat down next to me and continued talking about tonight, “So did you and James have a nice talk while Lily and I were in the kitchen?”

“What?” I asked, for the second time tonight being brought back sharply to reality. “I’m sorry honey I’m jus so tired. What did you say?”

“What did you and James talk about while Lily and I were in the kitchen?” she repeated patiently. I looked up at her. She was still gazing at me waiting for my answer. I didn’t know what to say. If I told her the truth it would lead to tricky questions and disappointing answers, but on the other hand I couldn’t lie to her. I sat for a while debating my answer.

“Edward…what did you and James talk about?” My wife repeated for the third time. I looked up at her. She was looking at me worriedly. “What? Oh come on Edward…what ever it is it can’t be that bad.” When I still didn’t answer, she kept on going. “What? Did he ask you if he could marry our Lily?” She didn’t sound surprised or like she was trying to make me laugh.

I looked up at her shocked. She didn’t look like she was joking. It was then I realized that she knew. I didn’t know how she knew, but she knew. Kendra just smiled and kept on talking.

“Now why don’t you just tell me what he said and what you said. That way you and I can just go to sleep.” I couldn’t lie to her, and it was clear that simply not answering wasn’t working. I sighed and grudgingly answered my wife’s prying question.

“I don’t know. I remember him talking about how much he loved Lily and wanted to make her happy. I recall him asking for my blessing. Then the next thing I knew I was helping you and Lily in the kitchen…with…him.” I growled the last word menacingly. Kendra gave me one of her looks.

“I hope you told him yes. I thought that he was perfect for her, a real gentleman. He’s at least polite, unlike Petunia’s husband. We don’t want another Vernon in the family do we?”

“He might as well be like Vernon. I thought that he might actually be even worse than the regular geniuses that she tends to bring home.”

“First Petunia was always the one who brought home the jerks. This is the first time that Lily has brought a boy home. Also, I’m curious, what was it that he did that made you hate him, and I won’t take he’s dating my daughter. It isn’t a good enough reason. However if something about him really did bother you I can respect that.”

I didn’t answer. Instead I just kissed her roughly on the cheek and turned the lights off. As I lay in bed I listened to Kendra’s breathing even out. Once I was sure that she was sound asleep I sat up in our bed and swung my legs over the side. I heard my partner shift in her sleep because of my movement. I froze for a minute just to make sure that she wasn’t going to wake up. Once I was sure that she was still dead asleep, I sat up and left our room silently.

I carefully shut the door, so as not to wake Kendra. I silently traveled down to Lily’s room. She was so tangled up in the bundle of covers that I could hardly even see her face and hair. The little of her I could see looked so peaceful I couldn’t bring myself to wake her. I didn’t have it in me to wake her and tell her the truth. Not that I wanted to. If she found out…

I might not remember what it was that I told the little slim ball that she’d brought home for dinner tonight, but one thing was for certain. I wasn’t, no matter what happened, going to let her get married, not to James Potter, not to anyone. I didn’t care what I told her boyfriend. He wasn’t marrying her, and he most certainly wasn’t going to even get close to asking my daughter if he could have her hand in holy matrimony. I wasn’t going to allow it.

If I were offered a thousand pounds in exchange, he still wouldn’t be allowed to marry my daughter. In fact he was just dead. I was going to kill him. Someone had already robbed me of my eldest daughter, but not Lily. Maybe Petunia had been right to think that Lily was my favorite. I didn’t know. I didn’t know what I told James today either. I wasn’t sure what his plans were. I wasn’t sure of anything, with one exception.

My eldest daughter had escaped and eloped with Vernon Dursley, a man that I couldn’t stand if my life depended on it. This one though, my youngest, my Lily flower, she was getting married when pigs flew. She and James Potter were exchanging rings and vows over my dead body.