You can be mad in the morning
I’ll take back what I said
Just don’t leave me alone here
It’s cold, Baby, come back to bed
Come Back to Bed
by Muggle Molly
He awoke with a start, feeling
slightly disoriented. What was that noise? Reaching out to the opposite side of the bed,
he found it unoccupied; she wasn’t there.
I guess she couldn’t sleep, he reasoned. Must have been the door shutting.
He rolled over to the other side
of the bed and hugged her pillow in a tight embrace, noticing that it felt
slightly damp. Well, now I’ve done it; I’ve
made her cry, he thought in exasperation and he rolled onto his back to
stare at the ceiling. The grandfather
clock in the hallway chimed.
Three in the morning… here we go again, he thought. What did I do wrong this time?
really matter? Lately, nothing he did
seemed to please her.
set out to be “an insensitive wart”… her words, not mine…never know I’ve done
wrong until she points it out, so how can that be intentional? You’d think that after all this time she
would have developed a thicker skin!
This thought was punctuated by his fist pounding the mattress like a
I mean, come
on, she knew what I was like in school and a leopard does not change his
spots...or is it a tiger and his stripes...it’s too bloody early in the morning
to be witty. The point is: doesn’t she
know what to expect from me by now?
Really, it can’t be a surprise that I “must make a show in front of
others”…again her words.
He wished he could recall just
what he had said or did this past evening that set her off this time.
Must have been my joking around at dinner, but when
did making light of an uncomfortable situation turn into a bad thing? She used to LOVE my sense of humor. He
could always bring a smile to that lovely face without much effort...armed with only my debonair charm.
Fine, so she could be right; maybe I’m not trying hard
enough. When you love someone, it shouldn’t be this much
work. He just wanted to keep her
safe...now more than ever. Why
couldn’t she understand that?
What a difference a couple of years had made. Now she was constantly telling him he needed
to act more grownup…more mature.
I happen to
think I’ve done quite well, thank you very much! In my opinion, I’ve turned out much better
than many of our schoolmates…a model wizard, in fact; well-respected in the
Why was she so
sensitive? He never had any complaints about her. Not anything major anyway. He accepted her just as she was… for the most
part, and did not expect her to change for him.
We had a pretty good idea what we were getting into;
knew all we needed to about each other by the end of school, ready to make a
lifetime commitment. In the beginning, being with her was all he imagined
it would be…maybe even more. So, when
did it start to go wrong? Not
So much in their world was changing; their
lives were changing. Most people in their community were on edge
these days. The political tension was so
thick you could almost cut it with a knife; sides were being formed, lines
We must all
be on guard; these are dark times. I realize
that. But we can’t let fear take hold of
us and change who we truly are.
Bringing her pillow to his face, he breathed in deeply.
Um… smells just like her. I love
that smell…I love her.
For a long moment, he allowed
random images to run through his mind as he continued to drink in her
isn’t a big deal, not really. I know
she’s not a quick forgive, but it will pass soon enough…always does. She
loves me; I’ve never doubted that for a minute.
He let out a long sigh and continued to stare blankly
at the ceiling, hugging the pillow tighter in the chilly darkness of the night.
“Bugger this! A pillow is no substitute for the real thing” he said resolutely.
Sitting up, he swung his legs
over the side of the bed, his feet searching for his slippers as he pulled on
his robe. It’s too cold and lonely in here without her.
to suck it up and be the “mature man” she wants. It won’t be so bad. I can do this… just turn on the old charm
He paused and smiled at his
reflection as he passed her dressing table mirror.
“How can she resist?”
She sat in the isolation of
the cool dark room, wrapped in an afghan, staring into the dying embers in the
fireplace, the chair creaking faintly as she rocked back and forth. She did her best thinking in this rocking
chair and she’d had ample time for that lately…maybe too much time. Not being as involved as she used to be was
affecting her more than she cared to admit.
Perhaps being temporarily sidelined had made her just a bit…jealous. She hated not being as active in the Cause as
he. The overall situation was getting more
dangerous with each passing week and she was in no condition to risk it all in
Being confined to this house would make her feel so
I know I must, but he was out of line to insist on it. She would never
deliberately put herself in harm’s way, but to bring it up in front of so many others…he made me so mad I could have hexed him right on the spot!
“Does he think I’m stupid? That I
have no common sense?” she said aloud to the quiet room.
Calm down, she told herself. Getting upset won’t fix anything.
She took a few deep breaths,
tilted her head back against the chair and continued to rock.
I suppose I
shouldn’t take it out on him. It’s not
his fault, she thought as she rubbed
her slightly swollen belly. What am I saying? This is all his fault!
She let her mind wander for
several moments and could not suppress the grin that burst across her face. Well…
not entirely his fault. She felt the tense muscles in her
back and shoulders begin to relax as a flood of happiness and contentment
washed over her. He just loves me and wants me safe. “Wants us safe,” she said out loud as she
patted her tummy.
After a few minutes, her mood
changed once again. No! I am going to stay mad this
time, she thought with determination. It will do him a world of good
to realize he can’t charm his way out of
Again, moments passed and
memories surfaced: the two of them studying
together in the common room…the long walks around the lake…that first awkward
kiss… being aware that they would be separated after final term ended and not
knowing how they would bear it.
Heaven help me, but I do love him, the insufferable
git! But why won’t he grow up just a
She could be satisfied with
“just a little”. After all, she never
set out to turn him into the perfect husband. Oh, I suppose I would miss all those
endearing little flaws, but honestly, he never knows when to back off!
“Well, little one,” she said softly, one hand patting her
abdomen, “I’m sorry to say that your Dad can be a bit of an idiot. You’d
best learn that right from the start.”
Suddenly, she was startled by
an unexpected voice from behind her chair.
“Too right you are,” he said as
he placed his hand over hers. “But I promise to try harder.” Now he was bent down in front of her and
spoke in the direction of her stomach. “You
and your Mum deserve that much.” He
slowly raised his eyes to meet hers and gave her that look she knew all too
well. The one he knew worked on her
“Oh, no you don’t, James
Potter!” she cried in a threatening tone.
“You are not going to charm your way out of this one. I am mad at you and I am going to stay mad at
you a while longer! That’s just what you
deserve. I bet you don’t even know why
I’m so mad, do you? Well, do you?”
Before he could answer, Lily
continued on. “I am upset about your
suggestion tonight to the Order that Alice Longbottom and I be relieved from
all duties and…” This time, James cut
“Lily, you heard what
Dumbledore said, and with Death Eater activities on the rise…”
“Albus Dumbledore is stuck in
the Middle Ages!” she exclaimed. ”Alice
and I are pregnant, James, not invalids.”
Her husband tugged at the
hand resting under his. “It’s late,
Lily,” he whispered as he pulled her to her feet. “You and the baby need rest and you know I
can’t sleep if you’re not there. You can be mad in the morning and I’ll take
back what I said. Just don’t leave me
alone here…it’s cold. Come back to bed.”
James kissed his wife on the
forehead and stared into those green eyes he loved so much, which soon began to
glisten with tears. After a moment, Lily smiled and raised a hand to gently
ruffle her husband’s already disheveled hair.
Arm in arm, they walked down the hallway in silence as the grandfather
clock in the hallway chimed again.
A/N: Did you
guess the correct couple? This is my
first James/Lily piece. It started out
to be Ron/Hermione but eventually evolved into this.
The opening verse, as well as a few bits of dialog,
came from a great Blues tune, ‘Come
Back to Bed’, by John Mayer, songwriter
extraordinaire. I thank him for writing
such inspiring lyrics.
And, as always,
Jo Rowling is responsible for creating these fantastic characters that keep
running around inside my head. I hope I
got them right.
appreciation goes out to my beta, Ara Kane; I am learning a great deal from
you, thanks for your patience.
To all who have made it this far, I have one request…please