The Sugar Quill
Author: US HP Fan  Story: Life is Supremely Good  Chapter: James' Viewpoint
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Life is Supremely Good
by US HP Fan

Disclaimer and Notes: You know the drill. I don't own any of the HP characters. I wish I did. If I did, then I would already know what JKR has in store for us in July. (Yeah! What a great Christmas present!) Thanks as always to my beta, Felina Black, my unofficial sounding board Mame, and to my family (especially our newest member) who gave me the inspiration for this story.

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Life is supremely good. Why? Because I am about to become a father. Shocking isn’t it? I know, here I am only twenty years old, member of the Marauders, and about to become a first-time dad. Anyone who knew me five years ago probably would be surprised at the transformation I’ve made in my life. After all, back then Lily thought I was an arrogant show-off. And I was. I admit it.

I was so desperately, crazy, head-over-heels-in-love with Lily Evans that I could barely see straight. I took every chance to show off and to taunt Severus Snape—a greasy git if ever I met one. Okay, so I still don’t like Snape, but at least I stopped going around trying to hex him every time I see him.

Lily and I got married just out of Hogwarts. I still can’t believe my good fortune that she ever agreed to marry me. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the whole world. Actually, I know I am the luckiest man in the whole world.

Almost nine months ago, only a year-and-a-half out of Hogwarts Lily told me she was pregnant. She had decorated our flat with blue and pink non-burstable bubbles and a banner that alternately flashed, “It’s a boy!” and “It’s a girl!”

When I saw the decorations, my mouth dropped open, and I asked, “It’s true? We’re having a baby?”

Lily nodded yes and I swooped her up and twirled her around and around. Then I got worried I would hurt the baby by doing that, so I put her down and asked if the baby was okay. “Yes, James,” she said. “The baby is still so small you couldn’t possibly hurt him or her.” I hugged her again and again and didn’t want to let go.

Oh, I was so excited! It was all a little surreal at first. Nothing seemed different except that Lily was either constantly sick or tired. Then she got the strangest cravings. Usually they were for exotic Muggle food. I did my duty of course, and went all over London in order to satisfy her culinary urges. It’s not an easy task keeping a pregnant woman happy when you are simultaneously trying to fight a dark wizard who’d like nothing more than to obliterate you, your friends, and family as well as a good portion of the wizarding community.

We’ve been targets since we joined Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix. We’re not the only ones who’ve decided to fight against Voldemort, but we are a small group. Too many people didn’t want to see Voldemort for who he is until it was almost too late. Now they are just too terrified to stand up to him. I’m so proud of Lily. She’s been fighting right beside me as much as she can. We had a run-in with Voldemort a few months ago, after Lily became pregnant. It was our third encounter with him. It scared us both to death, and since then we’ve tried to be a bit more cautious. Our membership in the Order has cost us dearly in many ways, though we would never think of leaving.

Now here we are—getting ready to have our son. It’s been a long day. I came home from patrol to have a late dinner with Lily. She’s been on bed rest and restricted duties since the trauma of what happened to her parents, though she insists on going through the Order’s reports and paperwork from home. I’ve been pulling extra patrol shifts so I can take a few days leave after our baby comes. Just before I was going to go back on patrol Lily’s water broke. She’s been having contractions off and on for several days now, even though her due date is not until next week. I guess our boy has other ideas, and today is finally the day. Actually now that I look at the clock—it’s almost midnight—I think our boy will likely be born tomorrow.

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Time seems to have slowed down. My arms are tired from rubbing Lily’s back. The baby was posterior for a while which was causing Lily a lot of back pain. I rubbed and pushed the small of her back because she said it felt good. I was positive I was going to hurt her, but she said to keep pushing on that spot. Finally the baby turned and labor was a little easier for her.

Even though we’ve been at this for a while, it still seems a little unreal to me. I remember the first time I felt the baby kick. It’s got to be so strange to have something moving inside of you like a baby does. Not long after that we were able to do the gender revealing charm and found out we were having a boy. I think that when I felt the baby move and knew he was a boy it seemed a little more real.

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We’re going on thirteen hours of labor now, and I’m not sure how much longer it will be. The medi-witch said first-time labors can last 12-16 hours on average, and some go even longer. I ran into Frank Longbottom in the hallway when we first got here. He and Alice had their baby yesterday. They’ve got a boy they named Neville. I am really happy for them. I wish our boy would get here soon.

I go back into the room Lily is in after getting her more ice chips. I can hear her before I see her. She’s moaning and groaning. For some insane reason, she has decided to go through labor without any pain relieving potions, spells or even Muggle pain medicine. She says, “God made women to bear children, and we’ve been doing it for thousands of years without any medication. I don’t want my baby drugged or under a spell when he is born. I want him to come into this world the way God intended.”

I can’t stand to see Lily in pain. I wish I could take it all away from her. I tell her this, though I’m sure it will be of little comfort to her.

The medi-witch tells me the noises Lily is making are “hard-working noises.” “After all,” she comments, “if you moved a piano without using magic, you’d probably grunt and groan and make noise too.”

Why on earth would anyone want to move a piano without magic?

Oh Merlin! Is she trying to tell me our baby is the size of a small piano? I didn’t think Lily was that large…

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Twenty-one hours now, and Lily says she feels like it is time to push. The medi-witch checks her and says she is complete.

Lily starts pushing and I’m right by her side. I can’t believe we’re almost there. Soon we’ll have our baby. The medi-witch asks if I want to come around and see my son’s head crowning. I go and look and almost pass out. Hospitals make me nervous anyway, and I did not need to see that…

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I’m a Dad! I’m really a Dad! At 10:08 pm Harry James Potter made his appearance into this world. He is bald (I'll have to do something about that) and red all over, but he is the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. I’m not the type to cry, but when Lily gave that final push and our son was born I felt tears in my eyes. I was overwhelmed with love for Lily and our son. I am so proud of her and all the hard work she’s done. Harry was 7 lbs. 12 oz. and 20 inches long—a fair-sized boy for sure. Lily is finally resting and I’m sitting here holding my son. He is so tiny. So incredible. I can hardly believe what a miracle he is. I am a Dad! I just can’t stop saying it.

As I look into Harry’s angelic, squished-up, little face, I know now more than ever, that Lily and I have got to do our part to make this world safe for our son. I’d die before I let anything happen to either of them.

Okay, enough grim thinking for now. I’m a Dad! That has got to be the coolest thing in the world. Sirius, Remus and Peter just walked in, and I think it is time to celebrate with our dearest friends. Today is my son’s birthday and we’ll celebrate it in true Marauder fashion. Okay, so I know I said I have transformed. I have. Really. I am no longer the arrogant show-off I used to be.

I still, however, know how to celebrate.

And I will.

Because I, James Potter, as shocking as it is, am father to the most perfect boy ever born and husband to the loveliest witch who ever walked the earth. Life is supremely good.

Just so my kind readers know, I haven't given up on "Letters to Harry." I simply ran into some writers block for a bit. This story, I am happy to say, marks the return of my muse and I will hopefully be adding the next chapter/letter soon. Thanks for reading and for your reviews!

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