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Title: In love and in lust
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Mainly James, but also Lily and Harry
Word Count: 748
Rating: G - yes really, despite the title!
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 9 - Love. Prompt table here. Chronological list here.
Summary: As the tear that has formed in the corner of his eye slips over his cheek James considers what made this day possible.
Author's notes: I'm really trying to make these 100 stories link into one long one, but at the same time for each of them to stand alone totally unreliant on any other. The scene that is played out in this one isn't how I intended to treat it - I thought what plays out within might fill three or four stories. Maybe I'll write smaller snippets into individual ones later. Oh, and I haven't forgotten the serious implications of the time - that will come later, too.
In love and in lust
He hadn’t fainted. That was good. No, it wasn’t just good it was very good. Since the blood test they did on Lily at St Mungo’s right at the beginning he’d really worried he’d faint again and miss seeing their baby born.
Birth was … amazing. There was no other word for it. Incredible. They went into the room as two people, and now? Well now they were three people.
James stood and looked at his wife and his son. A son. He was really pleased they had a son. Just minutes ago they’d not had one, and he could have been a she and then, then he’d have not been a son.
He was so tiny. But he fitted perfectly in Lily’s arm.
James thought of the miracle that was their son emerging from the body of Lily. Nine months ago they’d made him, not knowing that was what they were doing, or even trying to. He’d just happened, meant to be. And then she’d carried him around in her, getting ever bigger and stronger each day until just now.
A tear formed in James’s eye and he blinked it away. The mediwitch had called him to look. He’d not wanted to at first, he really felt for Lily that she was having people looking at places that she only normally showed him, but she hadn’t seemed to mind. How would he have felt if he’d had his bits out there and people were staring at them?
He’d gone though to see what it was and there in a place that looked quite different to when he normally was focussed on it was a tiny sliver of shiny dark hair - their son’s head. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off then, he had to watch. The sliver became bigger and bigger until with a squeal Lily pushed the head out and there was part of a baby and it had a little face, and was covered in blood, but there was hair and it was really dark, and then all of a sudden she pushed again and he came slipping out onto the bed between her legs and Lily let out a sigh. A long, long sigh but not a sigh of pain or anything like that, a sign of deep satisfaction, a bit like she did when they did the sort of thing that put the baby there.
He’d held her so tight when they took him and cleaned him up, grumbling all the time that they couldn’t use magic, but had to do it the Muggle way. Lily had been firm about that. She wasn’t having any magical intervention to get the baby out, or to him when he was born. Having a baby, she said, was natural and she wanted it all done the natural way.
And now, the baby - their son - was dressed in a funny white robe thing and wearing a nappy and was in Lily’s arms and the mediwitch was showing her how to help him feed. The tear that was in James’s eye began to slip onto his cheek at the sound of the baby swallowing.
He had achieved something amazing, much harder than NEWT transfiguration, when he was a fifth year, but nowhere near as amazing as this. Lily had done the most amazing transfiguration of all times, she’d taken his seed - given to her in a mixture of love and lust - and presented him with a baby with no help from anyone, and now she was feeding the baby from her own body.
He’d wondered, when she’d said that she was going to feed their child the natural way as well, if he’d be jealous. If he’d look at their son, or daughter, and feel annoyed in some way that it was taking his place, but now he could see it, the small mouth latched onto her breast and her look of love and adoration as she stared down at the small head, he knew he’d never feel envy of his son with his wife.
“James,” Lily whispered, cautiously taking one hand from the bundle resting in her arms to hold out to him.
“Lil,” James answered as more tears slipped down his face.
“Come and sit with us?” She adjusted their position to make room for James beside her, and held her arm out to hold him too. “Harry James Potter and I, well we want you here too. We’re a family now.”
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Mainly James, but also Lily and Harry
Word Count: 748
Rating: G - yes really, despite the title!
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 9 - Love. Prompt table here. Chronological list here.
Summary: As the tear that has formed in the corner of his eye slips over his cheek James considers what made this day possible.
Author's notes: I'm really trying to make these 100 stories link into one long one, but at the same time for each of them to stand alone totally unreliant on any other. The scene that is played out in this one isn't how I intended to treat it - I thought what plays out within might fill three or four stories. Maybe I'll write smaller snippets into individual ones later. Oh, and I haven't forgotten the serious implications of the time - that will come later, too.
In love and in lust
He hadn’t fainted. That was good. No, it wasn’t just good it was very good. Since the blood test they did on Lily at St Mungo’s right at the beginning he’d really worried he’d faint again and miss seeing their baby born.
Birth was … amazing. There was no other word for it. Incredible. They went into the room as two people, and now? Well now they were three people.
James stood and looked at his wife and his son. A son. He was really pleased they had a son. Just minutes ago they’d not had one, and he could have been a she and then, then he’d have not been a son.
He was so tiny. But he fitted perfectly in Lily’s arm.
James thought of the miracle that was their son emerging from the body of Lily. Nine months ago they’d made him, not knowing that was what they were doing, or even trying to. He’d just happened, meant to be. And then she’d carried him around in her, getting ever bigger and stronger each day until just now.
A tear formed in James’s eye and he blinked it away. The mediwitch had called him to look. He’d not wanted to at first, he really felt for Lily that she was having people looking at places that she only normally showed him, but she hadn’t seemed to mind. How would he have felt if he’d had his bits out there and people were staring at them?
He’d gone though to see what it was and there in a place that looked quite different to when he normally was focussed on it was a tiny sliver of shiny dark hair - their son’s head. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off then, he had to watch. The sliver became bigger and bigger until with a squeal Lily pushed the head out and there was part of a baby and it had a little face, and was covered in blood, but there was hair and it was really dark, and then all of a sudden she pushed again and he came slipping out onto the bed between her legs and Lily let out a sigh. A long, long sigh but not a sigh of pain or anything like that, a sign of deep satisfaction, a bit like she did when they did the sort of thing that put the baby there.
He’d held her so tight when they took him and cleaned him up, grumbling all the time that they couldn’t use magic, but had to do it the Muggle way. Lily had been firm about that. She wasn’t having any magical intervention to get the baby out, or to him when he was born. Having a baby, she said, was natural and she wanted it all done the natural way.
And now, the baby - their son - was dressed in a funny white robe thing and wearing a nappy and was in Lily’s arms and the mediwitch was showing her how to help him feed. The tear that was in James’s eye began to slip onto his cheek at the sound of the baby swallowing.
He had achieved something amazing, much harder than NEWT transfiguration, when he was a fifth year, but nowhere near as amazing as this. Lily had done the most amazing transfiguration of all times, she’d taken his seed - given to her in a mixture of love and lust - and presented him with a baby with no help from anyone, and now she was feeding the baby from her own body.
He’d wondered, when she’d said that she was going to feed their child the natural way as well, if he’d be jealous. If he’d look at their son, or daughter, and feel annoyed in some way that it was taking his place, but now he could see it, the small mouth latched onto her breast and her look of love and adoration as she stared down at the small head, he knew he’d never feel envy of his son with his wife.
“James,” Lily whispered, cautiously taking one hand from the bundle resting in her arms to hold out to him.
“Lil,” James answered as more tears slipped down his face.
“Come and sit with us?” She adjusted their position to make room for James beside her, and held her arm out to hold him too. “Harry James Potter and I, well we want you here too. We’re a family now.”