Something like Jily at a carnival/fair before Harry, please?
James still really didn’t feel comfortable in muggle situations.Not because of any sort of superiority complex as Lily used toassume, but only because it made him very uncomfortable and anxiousnot to know what was going on. However, with Lily six months pregnantnow and in full force pregnancy rage, he couldn’t say no to her.Not that he was very good at saying no to her before.
That was how James Potter ended up walking hand in hand with hispregnant wife through a muggle carnival, trying not to act toosurprised by the sights around him. Lily had convinced him to buy acandyfloss for the two to share, but she was doing most of theeating. James knew better than to interrupt her - he had nearly hadhis hand taken off by trying to reach into a bowl of sweets she waseating.
Rather, James would just wait for Lily to pull off as much as shewished to give him every once in a while and offer it up to him asthough she suddenly remembered he was there as well. He didn’ttease her for it, as he usually tended to, every time he thoughtabout teasing her for her greedy pregnancy habits he looked down tosee her wide grin as her eyes darted around to see every sight therewas to take in. He knew she had been to a carnival before, since shewouldn’t stop sharing the same memories over and and over until heagreed to go with her, and the pure wonder she still felt took himback to their days at Hogwarts. Every single Hogsmeade trip she hadthat same look on her face - as though she couldn’t believe she wasback there again.
“James, you should win that. For Fleamont Junior.” Lily lookedup at him with a completely serious face, but her eyes were sparklingwith mischief.
“For the last time, stop making fun of my father’s name and Iwould rather be six feet underground than put my son through Fleamonthell.” James rolled his eyes at her but couldn’t stop grinningwhich gave no substance to what he hoped was a firmstatement. “Besides, what do you want me to win?”
Lily pointed at a booth where people were throwing balls to knockdown what looked to be completely stable milk bottles. The signadvertised a prize if all the bottles were knocked down - the prizebeing a new teddy bear.
“Well, I wasn’t Quidditch star James Potter for nothing. I’llwin the bear.” James promised her cockily, giving her a wink beforetaking a piece of candyfloss and sauntering over to the booth,receiving his three balls to throw at the bottles. He took his firstshot, trying very hard to aim and feeling confident that he wouldknock down all of them.
James shook it off and got read to throw again, drawing his armback far in order to get more power and speed on his ball. The secondball hit the bottles directly in the middle and he was prepared tocelebrate before he noticed the bottles hardly wiggled before notfalling at all.
Lily could tell he was getting frustrated, as a crease formed inthe middle of his eyebrows and he ran a hand repeatedly through hismessy black hair. If there was one thing everyone knew about James,no matter how much he had grown up from the arrogant young teenager,it was still hard for him to take a blow to his ego.
Watching him wind up to take another shot at the pyramid ofbottles, Lily mumbled a quiet spell under her breath and watched asthe ball hit the bottles and made them all go flying. James and theman running the game had almost the exact same look of surprise ontheir face before James’ turned to a smirk instead and pointed outthe specific teddy bear he wanted as his prize. The man grunted acongratulations before handing him the the bear.
“Well, what do you think, will little Monty enjoy his dear olddad’s hard work?” James asked with a grin, handing the prize toLily before wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
“Harry certainly will.” She agreed, her sweetcandyfloss lips meeting his in a sugary kiss.
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