"Well it seems we're getting fed anyway, so it'll work out well enough," Lily said to Alice, smiling. She was finding it hard to be anything but cheerful today, especially after her and James' little foray in the kitchen. Some days she had a lot of trouble being her usual, optimistic self; she had doubts about her capabilities where motherhood was concerned mostly, and of bringing a child into the world while this mess was still going on. Some days she really wished that she and James had been more careful. Rushing into marriage had been heedless enough at eighteen, but jumping into being parents on top of it? Lily was afraid that it was all going to be too much for them to handle, and it would completely tear them apart.
Sometimes they fought over inane things--asking to put away the dishes would turn into a roaring row between them... They'd both been trying hard to restrain themselves from getting too stressed for the baby's sake. It was bad for their relationship to let their anxieties take them over, but it was even worse for Lily and their unborn child.
But today was a silly day, a happy day, an inherently good day, despite the patronus and the Order meeting. Despite her size and vulnerability, Lily felt strong today, as though she could handle anything.