: Harry PotterPairing
: Lily/JamesWord Count
: 1474Written for
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(and thank god for that, since the version I had on my harddrive was scrambled).
Lily and James lay in bed, side by side, their hands resting on top of each others on Lily’s extended stomach.
“Jennifer?” James suggested.
“Marie,” Lily countered.
“Sirius,” said Sirius, who was on the bed beside them. He’d come by earlier and, when Lily had expressed a desire to laze around all day and not antagonize her sore feet any more, he’d hopped into their bed with them.
“We’re discussing girls names, Sirius,” Lily said with more patience than a pregnant woman need legally have.
“Sirius can be a girl’s name,” Sirius said.
“We’re not naming our baby girl Sirius.” Lily was firm on that point.
“Fine. I’m sure your son would prefer to be named Sirius.”
“We’re not naming our son after you, either.” James was more amused than his wife. Then again, he had chosen Sirius as a friend of his own free will; Lily had sort of inherited him when she married James.
“So you’re not naming your daughter after me. You’re not naming your son after me. What are you expecting to have? A three-toed sloth?”
“We’re simply not naming our baby after you, regardless of its gender,” Lily said, not willing to play Sirius’ game.
“Or species,” James added, to stave off anything further Sirius could say.
“What in bloody hell are you expecting, then?” Sirius demanded.
“I suppose it would be too much to expect you to take this as anything but a joke,” Lily said, referring to her and James’ attempts to name the baby.
“I’m taking this very seriously, indeed,” Sirius said. “This is, after all, my namesake we’re talking about.”
“We’re not naming the baby after you,” James said with such finality in his voice that even Sirius had to take heed.
“What’s wrong with my name?”
“For one thing, it’s Sirius,” Lily said.
“You certainly know how to hurt a bloke’s feelings, Lil,” said Sirius.
“How about we ask you to be the baby’s godfather, instead,” James asked.
“It’s a start,” Sirius said, with a sniff. “Throw in a bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey, and you have a deal.”
“No, Padfoot, I mean it.” James rolled over and looked at his best friend. His expression had lost all trace of humour.
Sirius rolled over, too. His throat was dry. “What?” It was all he could say.
“Lil and I have been thinking about it. We can’t think of anyone we would rather have as the baby’s godfather,” James told him.
Sirius looked to Lily as if he still couldn’t be sure if James was serious and was expecting her to reveal it was only a joke, but she only nodded in confirmation. “Really?” he asked, still not daring believe it.
“Really,” James assured him.
“Really, Sirius. You would make a wonderful godfather. You’re going to spoil the baby rotten as it is. We may as well formalize it,” Lily said.
“Are you sure?” Sirius couldn’t put his doubts to rest. “I mean, I’m hardly the best role model.”
Lily snorted. “You aren’t going to get any arguments from me. But then, James is hardly the best role model out there either, and the poor kid is going to be stuck with him as a father.”
James used his pillow to resoundingly smack his wife. Lily tried to defend herself, but found it hard to do while laughing.
“Stop beating up the pregnant lady!” she cried.
“You deserve it,” James said resolutely.
“Sirius, some help? It’s your future godson or goddaughter that James is attacking here.”
“Or god-three-toed-sloth,” James added. “Don’t forget the three-toed sloth.”
“Sorry, Prongs,” Sirius said, looking anything but sorry. “But I have to agree with Lil here. That’s my godson or daughter or three-toed sloth you’re attacking.”
He did his best to advance on James – a task which wasn’t as easy as it sounded considering they were all still more-or-less laying on the bed. He did manage to tear the pillow away from James and the two engaged in a brief tug-of-war over it. Lily was still laughing too hard to help either one. The scuffle lasted a few more minutes before through some unspoken signal, they decided to gang up on Lily instead.
“Stop! Stop!” she cried. “Oh! Oh
!” The last two were sharper, more serious. James and Sirius immediately ceased.
“What’s wrong?” James asked, anxiety playing in his voice. “Did we hurt you?”
“No.” Lily smiled. “The baby kicked. That’s all.”
“What? Has that happened before?” Sirius asked excitedly.
“Only once or twice. He or she’s just learning.”
James blinked, still stunned. “The baby...” he trailed off.
“Kicked,” Lily repeated. She guided his hands to rest on her belly. “Here. Do you feel it?”
“The baby kicked,” James said in what others were quickly learning to recognize as his “proud papa” voice. “Did you hear that, Padfoot? The baby kicked!”
Sirius, who was no less amazed by the whole ordeal that James, nodded wordlessly. He was the only one of their friends who would never become exasperated with the Potters whenever they went into painstaking detail about what had happened or what they could expect in the coming weeks or month of Lily’s pregnancy. He was just as awed by the whole process as they were.
“Do you want to feel?” Lily asked.
Again, Sirius nodded. She guided his hand so that it rested beside James. The baby kicked. Sirius was convinced that he felt the outline of the little foot against Lily’s skin. “It’s amazing.” His voice was raw.
James was speechless, but he from the look on his face, he obviously agreed.
“It’s like you have a little life inside of you,” said Sirius.
“I do. That’s what happens when a girl gets pregnant,” Lily teased gently.
“It’s still . . . ” Words failed him.
James understood the sentiment. “I know. We made that. We
Lily looked at him lovingly. “We did.”
Sirius withdrew his hand, feeling as if he were interrupting a private moment. His action didn’t go unnoticed by James or Lily.
“We really do want you to be the baby’s godfather, Sirius,” Lily said earnestly and somehow, coming from her, it meant more. “We know you would be great.”
“Despite not being the best role model,” James added.
“Or even being a role model,” Lily said.
“So will you do it?” James asked anxiously.
A grin split over Sirius’ face. “Do you really need to ask? Of course I’ll do it!”
“Thanks, Padfoot. We knew we could count on you,” James said.
“And if anything were – if anything were to happen to us,” Lily said, “You’ll look after the baby, won’t you?”
“I would never let anything happen to any child of yours,” Sirius swore. “Ever. Wild Hippogriffs couldn’t stop me. They could lock me up in the deepest, darkest, dankest pits of hell, and I’d find a way to get out. Nothing would stop me from protecting your baby.”
“We know,” James said. “That’s why we want you to be the godfather.”
“Well, now that that’s settled, we just have to decide what we’re calling your goddaughter or godson,” Lily said.
“How about Padfoot?”
“Sirius,” Lily whined.
“You said you wouldn’t name it Sirius; you said nothing about not naming it after me,” Sirius protested.
“Actually, I did,” James said. “So you’re out of luck, Padfoot. Besides, it would be confusing having two Padfeet running about.”
“And into things,” Lily added.
“Hogwarts,” Sirius suggested.
“Who invited you here again?” Lily complained.
“No one. He followed me home,” James said. “Can we keep him? Please? Can we?”
“I don’t think I ever had any say in that,” said Lily.
“Okay then, if not Hogwarts, then Foggywaters. ”
“Foggywaters?” James beat Lily with the outcry. “Are you crazy? Oh wait, I forgot who I was talking about. Of course you are.”
“How ‘bout Sloth?”
“Sirius, think for a minute. How do you think our son or daughter is going to feel growing up with a name like ‘Sloth’?” Lily chided.
“Well that would just be stupid,” Sirius said, unnaturally sensibly. “I stopped trying to name your kids ages ago. It’s obvious that you two have no taste when it comes to names. You’re probably going to end up calling the poor kid something like Nancy or Randy.”
“Then what does Sloth mean, or should I be afraid to ask?”
“It’s for my
baby,” Sirius said.
“Your baby?” Lily asked.
James, who had an inkling of what Sirius meant, groaned. “Please don’t tell me you’re referring to your bike.”
“Of course I am! My baby needs a name too. I’m thinking Sloth. In honour of my god-three-toed-sloth that Lil will be popping out in another couple months.”
James looked at Lily. Lily looked at James. He smirked and she rolled her eyes. Then they both grabbed pillows and teamed up to attack Sirius.