A while ago you wrote older jily telling Sirius about their 2nd and very unexpected pregnancy. As it was on fool day Sirius didn't believe them.
Could you write a sequel with Sirius understanding it's not a joke? (If you think that a caustic remus should be a witness of this all, i wouldn't mind😁😘)
For you, Zin , hope you enjoy this pure *chaos* down here❤️ (first part)
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With a flick of his wand, James sends all the dishes to the sink. "I'll take care of them in the morning," he promises.
Lily nods lazily; she stands up, moving to the liquor cabinet. James beats her to it, waving her to sit again. She almost laughs; hopefully, in a few days, his overprotective care will subdue.
In front of her, Tonks—well, Lupin, technically, but Lily still sees her as Tonks—winks at her.
"This one was the same," she says, nudging her husband. "Usually made a mess because he didn't want me to do anything."
"You were nine-months long, it didn't seem natural that you could move at all."
"I couldn't be more clumsy than I usually am—I nearly broke your front vase, Lily, sorry."
James chuckles. "It was a gift from Sirius, we wouldn't mind."
The man in question lifts his eyebrows. "You said you had loved it."
"No, what I said is that I could see you loved going for shopping in IKEA."
"I'm man of good taste."
"I find that hard to believe—how is the refurbishment of Grimmauld's Place?"
"That place improved a lot since I took down my dear mother's portrait."
"You mean since we took it down—two hours worthy of charms and I didn't get offered any beverage—"
"Speaking of," Lily begins, deciding that interrupting them is the best course; it's late after all. "Weren't you going to offer our guests a last drink?"
James flushes. "I don't think Sirius can be considered a guest anymore. He's part of the furniture by now."
"The nicest furniture," Sirius agrees, unashamed, accepting the glass with liquor that James offers him. He tastes the drink, then looks at James finishes serving Remus and Tonks, before closing the liquor bottle. "You forgot yours."
"Oh, I'm not drinking. Solidarity and all." He winks at Lily, who blows him a kiss in answer.
"Not drinking? Lily needs her sleeping juice."
"I do not," Lily says dignifiedly. "And I should drink in my current state."
Sirius rolls his eyes. "Are you two still keeping that joke?"
"What joke?" Tonks asks, curious.
Lily sighs. "Dear Padfoot is under the impression I'm not really pregnant."
"You cannot be pregnant," declares Sirius, as if it's obvious. Tonks snorts.
"Well, for the things I've unfortunately witnessed between them, I'd say she can be pregnant, no question."
"Yeah." James holds the back of his neck, his cheeks red. "Sorry about that, we thought we had locked the door—"
Remus laughs heartily. "That's how you know you are part of the family," he assures Tonks. "It's a tradition to catch them...ah... making babies, I guess."
"To be fair, it only happened twice," Lily notes.
"People catching you two or the babies?"
Lily nods gravely. "If I had a child for every time someone caught us, we could have our own Quidditch team by now."
"Your own Potter's Playground," sniggers Sirius. Then he throws a reproachful glance at Remus and Tonks. "Since when are you two into this prank?"
Remus smiles innocently. "Since James promised me I would be godfather—mind you, I had to wait twenty years—"
"I am the godfather!"
"You can be Uncle Padfoot now," Remus suggests, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"No one ever called me uncle—James! I'm okay with your fake pregnancy, but fake uncle is too far."
"Sirius," Lily insists. "It's not fake. I'm three months pregnant now."
Sirius blinks; twice. "You cannot be," he says reasonably. "I would have noticed it."
"Is it?"
"I'm an Auror."
"A lousy one," Tonks teases. "Let's see—there's that glowing aura, James hasn't let her hold anything heavier than a fork, Lily didn't drink wine the whole dinner—"
"And," Remus adds, "there's the fact that she told us. To use your Auror terms, she confessed her crime."
"Repeatedly," James whispers; Sirius ignores him. He kneels suddenly as if the weight of his body is too much, and he stares at James and Lily with awe.
"Pregnant—you two are really...?" They nod. "There is another Potter coming?" Another nod. Sirius' eyes widen. "Good Godric, I can't believe, I... I am going to be a godfather again!"
"Er..."
"Not now," Lily whispers to her husband, patting Sirius' head; he is actually crying. "We have six months to get him used to the idea."
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A little something for the morning of Lily's 30th birthday. Slightly suggestive.
She hasn’t recovered her breath yet when James joins her side, his hand supporting his head; the smirk that shines on his lips is half the reason Lily used to call him insufferable, though she doesn't feel like complaining about anything at the moment.
“Have I ever told you—”
“You like watching me afterwards, yes.” Lily wishes she could summon a bit of dignity to throw a pillow over him, but her body is too exerted for it. “It makes you smug.”
“You hurt my feelings, love. I just like to appreciate a job well done.” A giggle escapes her lips, amused.
“Speaking of well done jobs—” She turns around, her hand tracing the strings of the pants that he managed to keep on, but James just pulls her hand back up, placing a soft kiss over the palm.
“Oh, no, it’s your day.”
“Exactly, you cannot deny my requests today.”
“Later,” he vouches, eyes shining with all the promises that Lily will charge later. “Now—have I ever told you I’ve always had a thing for older women?”
“Prat,” Lily calls, eyes rolling at the same old joke; she moves to pat his chest, but James reacts quickly. His hand captures hers, and his lips trace her pulse, sucking the skin as gently as he was doing before—to other parts of her body, that’s it. “I’m only two months older,” she reminds him, though with less conviction.
“Still—I’d never kissed a woman in her thirties before.”
“How scandalous.” She pops one eye open, watching him with amusement. “Mind you, I’ve gotten the better bargain here.”
His eyes darken as they move down to her body. “I must disagree with you there, definitely.”
Lily laughs. “Well, I’m with a guy still in his twenties.”
The smirk is back on his face. “How about you enjoy all my youthful stamina?”
“Let me guess, you’ve also never—”
But her voice is cut by an insistent knock on the door, punctuated by loud barks.
“Oh.” James sighs dramatically as he raises from the bed. “Damn, I almost forgot—you bewitched me, Lily.”
“It’s my 30’s charm,” she replies lazily, accepting the robe that James throws at her.
When he opens the door, a black dog invades the room. “Don’t, Sirius, no—” but it’s too late. The dog is over the bed, licking her face. “I will nurture you, I promise!”
The dog gives a bark that’s too much of a laugh, but he backs away, probably sensing that Lily’s threat is only half-exaggerated.
And then Harry is carefully placing a tray over the bed, his happy face showing all his pride. “Happy birthday, Mum!”
“Oh, come here!” He hugs her, not minding the dog’s spit at all. “Did you make this all by yourself?”
“Sirius helped—but the toasts were all me!”
“And I helped to distract you,” adds James gladly.
“It was a surprise breakfast,” agrees Harry, just as Sirius shifts back.
“Keeping Lily from rising up early,” he mocks. “How hard was it?”
“Hard enough,” James answers, winking at Lily. “But I will give the second part of her birthday gift later.”
“Ugh. Details.”
Harry eyes them. “What are you talking about?”
Lily bites the toast; it’s perfect. “You will get it when you are thirty.”
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