James smiled in relief at her answer and sat on the bed next to her, grasping her hand and squeezing it tightly. "We're not fighting Lils. We are just having a very firm conversation." He laughed slightly and, complying to her request, moved closer so he could whisper with her and not have his son hear anything. "And I'm pretty sure Harry is fast asleep, since I put him to bed myself. He's like his mother - wouldn't wake up if a band passed by him, so - no worries about Harry."
His head tilted with impatience when she started to complain (yet again) about his attentiveness with her. Merlin, not this again, he thought irritably, trying hard not to convey his emotions too strongly - the last thing he needed was a bickering match while Lily was meant to be resting in bed. Sometimes he didn't really understand why she had such a problem with him wanting to take good care of her. He supposed it was just an independence thing, but he also expected her to realise, after years of marriage, that he was just like cthat. It wasn't exactly such a horrible flaw, was it? She could always count on having him by her side, and the fact that this seemed to irk her so much was...well, rather hurtful.
"Well Lily, you don't really let me know how you're feeling, do you?" he asked, after a moment of silence in which he contemplated on how best to reply to her argument. "This is my baby too and I can't exactly carry it for you. I have to be able to help in any way I can. So I don't want to leave you. It may sound odd and all that, but I do care about what happens to you, you know?" He eyed her warily.