Lily laughed even as more tears formed, emotions overwhelming her as she remembered that James was an amazing father. It just wasn't fair. Voldemort had robbed them of their first chance, but this would be different.
"I'll tell you what, when we decide to announce it publicly, that's what I'll do." She wasn't above milking her pregnancy for inappropriate laughs. "I'll get Sirius or Remus in on it, burst through the doors of the great hall before a meal, say exactly that, and then faint on Remus or Sirius," Lily declared with mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Right? Who gave them the right to dislike the smell of pumpkin, among other things?" She was tough enough to handle whatever their impending bundle of joy could throw at her. Though she had no idea what symptoms she might have to deal with this time around. Either way, both she and James had plenty of people willing to help support them this go round.
Lily wasn't concerned about the tart James ruined, appreciating his closeness and that she got to tell him in private.
"Around five and a half weeks. She's the only one who knows other than us."