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Lily hummed a lullaby as she stood at the antique changing table neatly folding little blue sleepers and blankets. She held up the tiny garment and smiled at it. She so loved the tiny clothes of a baby. The one in her hands was light blue - like most of the rest of the room’s contents – and had tiny kneazles rolling about on it. Lily fingered the tiny little feet, the fabric was so soft between the pads her fingers. She couldn’t wait until she was able to put it on her baby and kiss his feet through the fabric.

As she continued folding the clothes and blankets in front of her, the sunshine that flooded the room moved across the floor, pooling at the base of the rocker the boys had found for the room. Suddenly, she felt the baby toss himself about in her protruding belly. “Well, well sir! Are you sick of Mummy folding all of these clothes?” She asked aloud as she gently set down the blanket in the blanket pile and rubbed her belly with both hands. She smiled as the baby’s movements calmed inside her.

Already, she felt a connection with her little boy. When she had first realized that she was pregnant, Lily had secretly wished for a girl with dark black hair; one that she could dress up in pink ruffles and ribbons. One that could play with the dollhouse she had kept since her childhood, that was now locked up in the attic at Godric’s Hollow, one that would play dolls and tea party. A little girl that would turn James Potter, her thick-headed husband, into a bowl of jelly as she wrapped him around her finger just by blinking her eyes.

Lily had wanted to keep up with old traditions and not find out the sex until the birth, but had finally broken her resolve when James had insisted and had the boys gang up on her and pester until she had thrown her hands in the air and shouted “Fine! We’ll find out the sex!” Amid, the cheers of her husband and his best friends, Lily secretly felt excited that she was going to find out if it was a boy or a girl.

So off they went her and James, and Sirius and Remus, to see the Healer and find out if the baby growing inside her was a boy or a girl. She secretly crossed her fingers that the healer would reveal it was a girl but when he conjured the picture in front of her and James, Lily’s heart leapt as she watched their child for the first time. As James held her hand and the healer pronounced that it was a boy, her eyes filled with tears. She felt James kissing her on the cheek and hugging her soundly and laughed out loud as he leapt to his feet and dashed out the door to find his friends and tell them the news.

Lily blinked, as the baby kicked once more and brought her out of her memory. “Well then, you don’t want Mummy day-dreaming?” She asked, stroking her belly once more. “Perhaps we should rock for a bit?”

Waddling slightly, Lily made her way over to the rocking chair that James had placed beside the white crib. Lowering herself down, she pushed off and began to slowly rock. Inside the sunny room, Lily always felt most calm and happy. There was a war waging outside Godric’s Hollow but inside these walls, Lily felt as if everything was going to be ok. No matter what, she would ensure her baby grew up happy and safe.

The walls were painted a soft shade of blue. Her mum had picked it out, insisting that little boys need blue. Lily smiled at the memory she carried of the day that she told her parents they were going to be grandparents. They had all had so much joy then and she could remember the looks on her mum and dad’s faces as they had left them. It wasn’t long after that they had died. Lily felt the tears well up in her eyes as she recalled their faces. She missed them so, and she felt regret that they would never hold their grandson and be able to shower him with love and kisses. Lily knew she would make sure her son knew what wonderful people they had been and how much they had loved him, even though they had never met him.

Brushing away a tear that threatened to fall from her eye, she watched the little snitches and broomsticks dance around the border James and Sirius had put up just last week. The two were obsessed with quidditch and seemed determined to get the baby involved too. She felt cheered instantly. The joys of pregnancy, she mused to herself, one moment I’m ready to cry and then next I’m smiling. Lily continued to rock and stroke her belly, humming a new lullaby to the baby as the sun poured through the window and warmed her. Content, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a dream.

James came home to find the house silent. He knew his wife was home; her cloak was still on the peg by the door. The sun had dipped low in the sky outside and the house was being enveloped by the twilight of the clear summer night. Knowing his wife, he knew exactly where she was. Removing his cloak and placing on the peg beside Lily’s – James climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Avoiding the step that he knew creaked he approached the doorway to the nursery. He could hear the quiet snores that came from the room and he knew that once again, Lily had fallen asleep in the rocking chair. James paused at the entrance to the room and leaned against the door frame to watch his wife sleep. Her features were relaxed and a peaceful smile crossed her lips as her dark, red hair fell over her shoulder, partially obscuring her face. His eyes glided over the rest of her and rested on her swollen belly. Love bubbled up inside him, both for his wife and for the little person that was growing inside of her. It wasn’t long before they would be able to meet their son. Lily was eight months long now. Each day as James left for work, he felt guilt for leaving. She always brushed off his concerns, stating that when she was ready to have him about – he would know.

James straightened and turned to leave his sleeping wife rest. He knew that soon she wouldn’t have a chance to steal naps in the sun and she would wish he had let her sleep. As he stepped away from the doorway, he heard his wife’s soft voice.

“James Potter if you don’t come here this instant and kiss me hello, you’ll be sleeping downstairs on the couch.” She said, meeting his eyes sleepily as he turned and came into the room.

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, James kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. “I thought you were sleeping my darling.” He said, smiling as he felt her arms wrap around his back.

“I was, but I heard the door close behind you. I just wanted to try and steal a few more moments before you found me.” She said, kissing him again. “How was your day?”

James stood and helped Lily to her feet. “Mine was fine. Long though – I was wishing I was home with you most of it.” Lily chuckled and rubbed the small of her back. Napping in the sun at eight months pregnant while in the rocking chair probably wasn’t her most brilliant idea. “Are you alright?” James asked as he watched her.

Lily rolled her eyes and brushed his worries away. “Yes, yes. Don’t worry dear – I’m just a bit stiff from napping in that rocker.” She said, wrapping her arms around him again. “Will you be a dear and make me some tea?”

James looked into his wife’s eyes and nodded. “Of course I will. How was he today?” He asked, placing a hand on her belly. As if on cue, the baby inside rolled and pushed against his hand.

Lily laughed. “Very active today. We may have a little quidditch player on our hands after all.” Watching the light dance in James eyes, she could practically see the brooms fly by in his pupils. “Now why don’t you go make some tea and we can enjoy a few moments alone before you friends show up.”

“How did you know?” James asked, as he left his wife’s arms to head back downstairs.

“Darling, don’t you remember I know everything. I’ll be down in a moment.” She said, blowing him a kiss as he smiled and left.

Lily waited until she heard the kettle being filled. Watching the sunshine fade and the twilight enter the room, her eyes lit over the pile of sleepers and blankets on the changing table, the blocks stacked on the bookshelf that was filled with Quidditch Charlie readers that had belonged to James and the old fashioned fairy tales that had belonged to Lily when they were young.

She rubbed her belly and felt the baby push against her rib cage and bladder, giving her the urge to head to the bathroom. “Harry, my little darling, I can’t wait to meet you soon.” She whispered. “And I promise you that you’ll have many days of sunshine, just like we had today.” Crossing over to the door she pulled it shut behind her and headed downstairs to where her husband was preparing tea and what she hoped was a bite to eat.

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