"You've got yourself a deal," James laughed. There was something vaguely hysterical about the idea of Moony's face if Lily fainted on him. Or maybe he was just feeling a bit hysterical in general. Merlin knew if anything was going to draw out that part of him...
"Oh, right. Sorry." He gave the offending bottle of pumpkin juice one last look and then pushed it away, watching it roll gently under a nearby coffee table. Hopefully that wasn't him on a pumpkin pasty ban for the next 40-ish weeks, but then again, there were worse things.... James turned back to Lily, quickly doing a bit of maths.
"Merlin, we really are bloody efficient," he said happily, even if there was still a bit too much space between between for his liking. He changed position again, twisting so that was sat next to Lily and looping an arm around her. Pulling his wife gently in so her back rested against his chest, James pressed another kiss into her hair. "That's fine. We can tell the others later. But Harry first, I guess? Later."
He wasn't exactly in a rush to go anywhere. James sighed contentedly, sliding his arm more firmly around Lily's waist and pressing his nose into the spot where her shoulder met her neck. "We're going to have another baby," he said again. Just in case she'd forgotten.