"Oy, can I bring my broomstick?"
James let out the breath he'd been holding and quickly came over to sit beside Lily, still wincing in fear of getting smacked as he handed over the vial. He was willing to take on the onslaught of charms and cursing and punches he was going to receive if she wasn't pregnant, but James knew it would drive him insane if he didn't bring it up. Because! Because, what if? What if! What if they wasted time thinking that they couldn't get pregnant, and then they go and do something stupid like try to save the world and something happens?
Ohhhh, no. No, no. James was not going to let anything happen to their miraculous might-not-even-be-conceived baby.
He looked at Lily, face close and eyes ducked low to catch her gaze, "You know I wouldn't do this if I didn't honestly think there was a chance." James grinned a mischievous grin and kissed her quickly before she could refuse (which was rather likely, at the moment), "I've got a feeling, Evans."
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