Chapter 1 : Everlasting
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Without further ado, the story!
Alice paced around her small London flat. Frank was late. Ten minutes late, to be precise. How come whenever she desperately needed to tell him something he was always late?
“Men,” she tutted under her breath. Looking down, she banished the creases from her shirt. What would Frank think? What she was going to tell him was life-changing; their lives would never been the same. Walking to the window, Alice looked out. The snow was falling steadily from the sky, cars were beeping at others
(-‘The Christmas rush,’ Alice mused-)
and people of all shapes and sizes were rushing into their houses where there families waited. But there was no Frank.
“Where the hell are you, Frank?” Alice muttered to herself. In a bid to pass the time, Alice curled up on the chair by the fireplace and tried to read Lily’s manuscript. She had sent it to Alice a few weeks ago but Alice never had the time to read it. She tried to focus on the story but her mind was racing.
What if he didn’t like the news?
Finally, Alice gave up on reading the manuscript and, setting it aside she walked into the kitchen. Tea usually soothed her down. After making her tea, she heard a soft rap on the door. Her heart skipped a beat as Frank’s familiar face popped in the window frame.
“Sorry I was late,” Frank apologized as Alice opened the door. He bestowed a kiss on Alice’s cheek and pulled his scarf off. “London is packed with people, the Christmas rush is worse than usual this year,”
“Probably has to do with the amount of people that are visiting London this year,” replied Alice, “that, and husbands are probably getting even more slack.” Her eyes glinted mischievously as she nudged him in the ribs.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Frank asked as stripping off his jacket. He walked into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. Alice replied she would.
Alice ran her fingers through her hair. This was harder than she thought it would be. This was not how she expected it to go: she had expected hugs, kisses and celebratory drinks not a cup of tea and a war hanging over their shoulders. A war. There was a war and a death threat hanging over her heads. The entire wizarding world was suffering, people were dying and families were being torn apart. Would was she about to say be a blessing or a curse? For once, Alice didn’t have an honest answer. She had an answer that she wanted to hear but she refused to think about the alternative. The alternative was too hard to think about.
“Whoa Alice, are you okay? You’re as white as a sheet,” Worry lathered his voice as he saw Alice. Rushing to her, Frank placed a hand on Alice’s back and made her sit down. Once sitting, Alice took several deep breaths. “Alice…” Frank said in a concerned tone, “Is something wrong? Did someone threaten you? If they did tell me and I swear to Merlin that I’ll—”
Alice shook her head quickly, “No, no!” She exclaimed. Slowly, Alice reached for Frank’s hands. “Frank,” she started. This was it! She was going to tell him. “I’ve got something to tell you but I think you may want your cup of tea first,”
“Alice, what’s wrong?” Frank squeezed her hands, “I don’t want my tea just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Well, there’s this thing.” Alice began, her voice quivering. “This thing… I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Well, it’s a good thing; a brilliant thing actually but I’m not sure if it’s the right time.” Frank eyes’ were darting across Alice’s face, searching for some form of happiness. All he found was uneasinesses and worry. “What’s I’m trying to say… What I really mean… Oh for Merlin’s sake!” Alice was frustrated with herself! Why couldn’t she tell him? It wasn’t that hard? This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in a married couple’s life! Not a sombre moment that would end in Alice crying. “For Merlin’s sake! Frank, I’m pregnant!” She threw her hands in the air and closed her eyes for a moment.
See, she told herself, that hadn’t been so hard, sure if hadn’t gone exactly how I had expected it to but at least he knows now, right?
Opening her eyes again she saw Frank staring at her in disbelief; his mouth hung open. Alice smiled at her husbands reaction. “You’re…” He began using enigmatic hand gestures that went everywhere. She had sent him into shock, great. “You’re…”
“Yes, Frank, I’m pregnant. This isn’t exactly how I had planned it to go though,” she said. Looking up, she watched as a large smile spread across Frank’s face as he finally realized what Alice had been saying. He stood to his feet slowly and pulled Alice up with him.
“You’re sure?” He said once more.
Alice nodded, “Yes, I’m sure, I went to Saint Mungo’s this morning and I also took three muggle pregnancy tests just to be sure. I’m pregnant, Frank.”
“Merlin’s beard Alice, this is fantastic! We’re going to be a family!” Frank exclaimed and, hugging her, he spun around the room. Alice let out a soft squeal and laughed. “We’re going to be a family,” he said breathlessly after he put Alice down. “A family,”
Alice smiled and, cupping his face in her hands she kissed him. “Merry Christmas Frank,” she whispered, entwining her hand with his.
“Merry Christmas, Alice,”
James had just come home from yet another auror mission. Lily had wanted to go but of course, James and Sirus wouldn’t let her, ‘It’s too dangerous for you Lily,’ they would say. Lily would try to argue but James would shut her up with a kiss. It worked every time. Lily glanced at her sleeping husband and gently removed his glasses from his face. There was no point in another pair of broken glasses, she mused as she put the glasses on the shelf. Leaning down, she kissed his forehead softly.
This was their first Christmas together. Sure, they had spent Christmas with each other before but this was their first Christmas together as Mr. And Mrs. Potter. Mrs. James Potter, it was a title she had dreamed about secretly for years.
Who said dreams can’t come true? Lily thought, mine did. All of them. When she was a little girl, still living with her parents, Lily had dreamed about Prince Charming and his charming steed. Instead she got a wand and the black prince on a broom. Close enough. Mrs. James Potter. It was a name that just ran off the tongue. And now it wasn’t just a name to Lily, no, it was hers. It was her name.
James mumbled in his sleep. Glancing at him, Lily smiled softly. She wondered how long it would be until he woke up? Did she have time to bake a batch of his favourite gingersnap biscuits? She realized that the smell would probably wake him up. With a small shrug of her shoulders, Lily left the front room and walked into the kitchen. She didn’t know why she wanted to cook biscuits, she blamed her sudden cravings. Pulling the things out of the almost-empty cupboard, Lily began to cook. She preferred cooking without magic, she wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was the smell, or just the satisfaction of knowing that she cooked it herself. In the end, Lily decided that both were equally right. Apart from the occasional lick of her fingers or the odd spoon in the bowl, she cooked it perfectly and by the end, almost all of the mixture made it into the oven.
“Something smells good,” James mumbled from the door. Rubbing his eyes, James walked into the kitchen and put his hands on Lily waist. Lily looked over her shoulder and kissed him greeting. “Hi,” he said sleepily.
“Hi,” Lily replied in the same fashion. James kissed her shoulder blade lovingly before helping himself to some of the left over mixture. “So,” Lily said, slapping his hand away. James stuck out his tongue and continued to help himself to more mixture. She rolled her eyes. “How was your trip?”
“Oh you know the same. People tried to kill Sirus and I, we tried to kill them. We both failed. Although, I did hit someone in the arm with a spell,” he added the last bit on almost as though he thought it was going to win him brownie points. “Lily, I have something to tell you, I’m divorcing you and marrying this cookie dough, gosh, it’s amazing!” He finished off the bowl and stared at it expectantly, as though he expected more batter to appear.
“Ugh, get a room,” she elbowed his playfully.
“Happily; I would show this mix a good time,” James moaned. They looked at one another for a moment before laughing.
She lovingly ran his fingers through his hair and allowed a smile to dance on the edge of her lips. “I think I can see a grey hair.” She teased.
“And I think you’re putting on a few extra pounds; wasn't going to mention it." He retorted.
Letting out a shrill laugh, Lily held onto James. After he put her down, Lily looked up at James with narrowed eyes. “I hate you,” she said, obviously hiding a smile behind her pursed lips.
James smiled at Lily and kissed her. “I love you too,”
This is it. This is the moment.
“James, I’ve got something I’ve got to tell you.” Taking a deep breath, Lily took the time to flatten a crease in her shirt. He titled his head to show he was listening. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through James’s curly hair, “Your hair needs a cut,” she said dotingly.
“Lily,” he said, “what’s wrong?” Then Lily did the one thing that any woman in her situation wouldn’t do. She started to cry. James quickly pulled her into a hug, “I’m not good with crying women,” he muttered. Lily laughed and wiped away her tears.
“James, I’m pregnant,” she peered up at James and bit back a laugh. He looked as though someone had stolen his morning coffee. His eyes darted across the room, as though he was trying to find someone to focus on and his mouth was hanging open in a perfect ‘O’ shape.
“Say something, anything.” Lily said, nervousness creeping into her voice.
“What?” James shook his head and looked at Lily.
“Welcome back to the land of the living James. Just letting you know that your wife is pregnant.”
“Really?” He exclaimed, “Wow, geesh, gosh, blimely, Dumbledore’s beard. This is… Wow,” He smiled and placed his hands on Lily’s stomach. She smiled and felt tears spring to her eyes again. “We’re going to be parents,” He pulled Lily into a hug and kept on whispering it to himself, “we’re going to be parents, we’re going to be parents.”
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