#<- godfather (i headcanon it happened somewhere in late june or july not because they weren’t sure who to pick (their pick would obviously

[loserboyfriendrjl]

James put on his coat. His stubble had started growing out, yet his glasses were as askew as they always were, a reminder that even though they were changing, at their core, they were still the same.

“I should be back in a few hours,” He said, kissing the top of Lily’s head and ruffling Padfoot’s fur as he ran a hand through his hair. “And then I’ll be home. For the time being.”

Lily hummed, turning her head to kiss his lips. “Take care,” She shouted, as James made his way to the door.

“I always do,” He grinned, blowing her one last kiss before closing the door behind him.

Padfoot nudged her with his snout. Lily looked down at him, grey eyes meeting her green ones.

“Did you want something?” She asked; she still found the Animagus thing amusing.

She had read about it, obviously, but she never considered the transformation process in itself; it was very complicated Transfiguration. Yet, who had considered it were her husband and his friends, who had managed to get the hang of the complicated magic at the age of fifteen, no less. The huge, black dog lying down on her couch, who had previously been napping, was Sirius. Peter was a rat, which seemed quite useless to Lily, and her husband was a bloody stag, out of all things, which had been amusing and how she finally understood the strange nicknames they had given each other.

March came with the blooming of flowers and the feeling of their baby starting to kick. In a rush of excitement, she and James had fully decorated their child’s bedroom in hues of blues and browns, because clearly, if both their parents liked those colours, they were bound to, too, right? And even if it wasn’t so, it wasn’t like changes were impossible. That night, they slept skin to skin and whispered to each other sweet nothings and everything.

Padfoot nudged her side with his snout, and Lily rubbed between his ears, the way James told her he liked it, which made him let out a pleased, low growl.

“Do you want to feel the baby kick?” She asked, looking down at him, although she wasn’t exactly sure whether Sirius — Padfoot — could understand her.

It seemed like he could, though, for he gingerly placed his head on her stomach and waited patiently. Lily smiled, petting the dark fur down his back and scratching him from time to time.

Suddenly, his head shot up, and he looked at Lily with his big, grey eyes. She hummed, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s them. You’re gonna be meeting them in no time, considering I’m about halfway through. Now,” She said, getting up and going to the kitchen, Padfoot following her, his tail eagerly wagging, “would you like something to eat?”