A Change Is Gonna Come
Harry Potter; James/Lily; g; 100 words
After being sick four mornings in a row, Lily starts counting.
Thanks to
luzdeestrellas for looking it over. For
the West Wing title project.
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A Change Is Gonna Come
After being sick four mornings in a row, Lily starts counting. The sour taste of bile lingers in her mouth.
Forty-four days.
In the rush of getting married, fighting Death Eaters, living, she hasn't been keeping track, and they've been careless with the charm.
She sits on the floor next to the toilet, resting her head on her knees, one hand on her belly. She doesn't mean to cry, but she can't seem to stop the tears.
"Lily?" James crouches next to her, brushing damp hair off her forehead. "All right, there?"
She looks at him, sniffles, and smiles. "Yes."
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