What she was suggesting was preposterous. So long as they were both free of a cell, no one would be telling them what to do with their child. No one had the right to take away any child of his. For fuck's sake, the Ministry didn't take children from their bloody Death Eater parents, they sure as hell weren't going to take away his. Not without one hell of a fight, anyway. James was still a wizard, still a person, still had rights; and was confident enough in his own ability to talk his way into or out of whatever he needed to be completely convinced of the truth of his next words.
"No one is going to take my children away from me," he assured her, a hint of his seriousness reaching his voice.
Despite all its failings, James managed to retain some vain sort of hope or the systems at work in the Ministry. Deep in the recesses of his soul he still believed that if you were a good person, things would work out, that there was some kind of justice to the universe. There just... had to be. And honestly - his first child had turned out just fine! Better than fine, for most of the wizarding world. Though actually, James was still sitting on the fence about asking her to keep at eye on the Hall of Prophcies over the next few weeks. In all actuality, the last time he'd had a child, nearly everyone he cared about was killed. There just didn't seem to be any good way to voice that concern, so he turned his attention to his food.
Well, first another shot of vodka, and then to his food.
While James would likely always maintain that 'normal' was overrated, he wasn't blind to the fact that the absence of monotony sometimes came at a price. Just because something was daunting, however, didn't mean it was impossible. Delusions that there was a perfect time to have children that would somehow provide them with a life devoid of danger or adversity were things given up long ago by James. At least this time there wasn't a war on or anything.