"Hey, it's all right," James said, trying not to look too miserable. Remus needed tow orry about himself right then, not about James, so when he changed the subject, James let him.
He smiled real big, and it was genuine as he thought about his little boy, and he gushed, "Moony, you have to see him. He's perfect. He's got a set of lungs on him, that kid. And he looks just like me, but he's already got Lily's eyes. Already, these bright green things. He seems to be perfectly healthy. I mean, he's a little underdeveloped, but Dig said he was fine, really. We got so lucky. Seven weeks is a really bloody long time in pregnancy time."
It was clear James was so in love with his son by the way his eyse shone when he talked about him, the way he leaned forward a little, like the words just couldn't tumble out of his mouth fast enough.