"We're having a baby," James repeated, his rather gormless expression slowly morphing into a grin that positively dazzled.
Sure, it was sooner than he'd really expected. But then Harry had been just the same. If he'd been feeling more himself and not like someone had just hit him with some kind of stunning/cheering charm hybrid, James might have made some ridiculous joke about his capabilities. But it was all all could do to beam boyishly across at Lily.
"It doesn't matter. Lils... we're having a baby!"
And then, because he had nothing better to do, he leaned in and kissed her hard, his thankfully cake-free hands sliding along her jaw to cup her face.
A baby. Another baby. With the sleepless nights and the crying and the bubbling laughter and all of that. James would do all of that again in a heartbeat. And now they really could. They'd have Harry and the new baby and everything might finally turn out how it was supposed to. His chest felt full and hot, like it might burst, but in the most brilliant way possible.
When he finally pulled away, slightly breathless and with that stupid grin probably permanently etched onto his face, it was to nudge her nose accusingly with his own. "I love you. And I can't believe you let me sit here and bang on about mandrakes like a bloody idiot. You're shameless."
His face still close to Lily's, James' gaze drifted automatically down to her still inconspicuously flat stomach. "Are you feeling okay? You said you felt off?"