"You really think she'll be that upset?" he asked.
He supposed he could understand it. If he'd had a daughter, the idea of her coming home married to some guy he'd never met before and she was preg- oh gods. Oh gods. Sons he could handle (he reckoned), but Merlin, a daughter? Could he really send her off to Hogwarts, to that castle crammed full of boys just like him and Sirius?
His panic broke upon remembering that boys on par with himself and Sirius were... well, few and far between. That was something of a relief. But still. With Lily, he'd just sort of... known it was going to be a boy. While his lack of certainty seemed to inspire the sort of hope that maybe Amarissa wasn't pregnant at all, it also seemed to illuminate the possibility that if Amarissa was pregnant, it could be a girl. A daughter would be... Merlin- okay, that was enough. No need to really get all worked up over what might be nothing.
James reminded himself to keep breathing, pulling back a little from Amarissa so he could look at her.
"You'd figure being half-siblings with, you know, the 'saviour of the whole bloody world' would count, at least for a little something," he managed to smirk.
Huh. Actually, he'd kind of forgotten about that. Harry was famous. And James was rather famously dead. Okay, so maybe he understood how her mother might be a little upset with a zombie for a son-in-law. But that was fine. James worked much better in person than on paper, or at least that's how he saw it. Besides, what was the alternative? A daughter as the unwed mother of an illegitimate child?