A.N. Well, this just came out of nowhere. All of a sudden a plot bunny attacked and I needed to oblige. Thank you for the support from my last one-shot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: A pregnant Lily means a sleep-deprived James.

Sleepiness and Sleeplessness

"James," Lily whispered, her head leaned uncomfortably against the headboard. She rested a hand on her large belly.

James stirred slightly, but continued to sleep. "James," she said louder.

He turned toward her and opened his eyes sleepily. "What is it?"

"What color do you think the baby's eyes are going to be?" She asked, tilting her head.

His eyes drooped and he fought to keep them open. "I don't know, love. Can't we talk about this in the morning?"

"No, it's been driving me mad all night. And I can't sleep, anyway. I'm too uncomfortable," She sat up and massaged her lower back.

James moved her hands from her back and began rubbing slow circles. She sighed contentedly. "How can you do it just right? I don't get it."

He didn't say anything, but continued to massage her back. They sat in silence for a few moments, but then Lily became restless again. He stopped rubbing and she lay back down. "James?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"Do you think we should find out whether it's a boy or a girl? And what are we going to do about the flat; there isn't an extra room for a baby. And do you think I should be playing Mozart for him or her, because you know what those intelligent people say about music and –"

"I think you should just go to sleep." James' eyes had already closed and his breathing evened.

Lily lay there, feeling unbelievably uncomfortable and very dismissed. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about the dangerous world they lived in. Tears rushed to her eyes, but she determinedly squeezed them away. Everything will be OK, Lily thought. There haven't been any disappearances in weeks. Her thoughts strayed away to Alice and her pregnancy. She smiled when she remembered lying on the floor in front of the blazing fire with her friend, both of their legs resting on fluffy pillows. If her memory wasn't deceiving her, they had been eating chocolate covered cashews, a favorite snack of hers.

Arching her back to try and relieve some pressure, she sighed loudly again. "James," she said.

He groaned. "Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

James laughed and heaved himself out of bed, heading for the kitchen. He just hoped there were chocolate covered cashews in the cupboard, because his eyelids were already drooping and the bed was just so very warm and inviting.