A/N: Ahoy there! This is a random Marauder/Lily 3-parter fic set post-Hogwarts. This chapter was basically me just getting to grips with Lily's relationships between each of the individual Marauders. Chapters 2 and 3 are the main bulk of the story. Not my best piece of work, as I wrote it all in one evening. Please review and let me know what you think: good or bad :)

Summary: "I do believe Lily Potter Hyphen Evans...that you are with child!" Lily Potterhas somegood news to her 'four' husbands.

It was an early December afternoon and Lily Potter sat alone at the bar in The Leaky Cauldron. The height of her bar stool allowed her to rest her elbows on the bar casually as she stirred her orange juice absentmindedly with a straw. The young witch sighed and took another sip from her drink, glancing over at the door whenever she heard the bell on its jamb. On looking over her for the umpteenth time, she smiled as she saw her friend scan around the sparse pub and lay eyes on her.

"Hi Lil, sorry I'm late. Meeting ran over," her friend Sarah said with an apologetic grin.

"Don't worry about it Saz, I've not been here long," the auburn haired witch lied, giving her friend a hug before hopping back onto her stool.

"What are you having?" Sarah asked, reaching for her coin-bag. Lily shook her head and lifted her orange juice slightly in indication.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

Sarah ordered lemonade and turned to observe her friend closely. She was older than Lily, by quite a few years, but Sarah had tutored Lily through her Auror training, and the witches now shared a cubicle together in the Ministry. Needless to say they had become rather close.

"So," Sarah breathed. "How are you feeling?"

Lily shrugged slightly, rolling her eyes in thought and giving a slight smile.

"I dunno. Nervous I guess."

"Does James know yet?" Sarah asked, and then accepted her drink from the bartender. Lily licked her lips and then shook her head. "Well, when are you going to tell him?"

"Oh, I dunno Saz. Tonight…maybe."

Sarah slumped her shoulders, obviously not impressed with the answer.

"I'm…worried how he'll take it, that's all. We didn't plan this." The witch looked down to her drink.

"But you're happy, right?" Sarah asked, lifting an eyebrow questioningly. Lily nodded instantly, looking back up to her friend with excited green eyes.

"Oh yes, of course I am. But we haven't been married long…I just wish we could have had more 'us' time, does that make sense?"

Sarah nodded, looking sympathetic. She patted Lily gently on the hand.

"You're going to make a great mother Lily," she told her, and Lily beamed. The bell rang and Lily looked over out of habit.

"Uh oh, keep quiet," she murmured and Sarah frowned.

"Why? Is it the husband?" her friend enquired lightly. Lily gave a sigh.

"One of them."

Remus Lupin spotted Lily on his way to the bar, and gave her a jovial smile.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Potter."

"Hello, Remus," she laughed. "How've you been?"

"Good, good. Yourself?" he asked and she nodded.

"Oh, sorry how rude of me. Sarah, this is Remus Lupin. Remus this is Sarah Vine." The strangers shook hands politely.

"I'm meeting Peter," Remus told them, feeling as if he were intruding on their get-together. "He's not here yet."

"Join us, Remus. Please." Lily smiled hopefully but the wizard shook his head.

Leaning across a vacant space on the bar, the man ordered a Butterbeer. Just like Remus, Lily thought with a grin. The simplest of things were often the most satisfying.

"Can I get either of you a drink?" he asked and the two witches shook their heads. "Well, if you're sure. I'd best be off. See you soon, Lil. Nice to meet you, Sarah." Remus gave a slight bow and shuffled off, leaving the women alone again.

"He seems nice," Sarah commented before taking a sip of her beverage. Lily nodded.

"Remus is lovely; a real gentleman. He's probably the one out of James' 'gang' that I get on with the most. He's had a tough life," she said sadly. "I just wish James was as knowledgeable as Remus sometimes. Hey maybe not even knowledgeable…common sense will do just fine." The two women laughed.

"And speaking of James…" Sarah prompted. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Ok, Saz. I'll tell him tonight. He's working the late shift at the office. But when he gets home I'll tell him. I promise," she said with a firm nod.

"Good. If you come into the office tomorrow and haven't told him then I'm telling him myself," Sarah warned with a laugh. "I don't see why you're putting it off. The man has a whole eight months to calm down and re-evaluate his life. For a man that should be plenty, especially James."

Lily suddenly looked over her friends shoulder and then shushed her with a hand as Sarah felt a presence behind her.

"Hello, Peter," Lily said with a smile.

"Ah, hello," the short, tubby man responded in a squeak. There was a pause of silence, in which, the three looked to each other expectantly.

"I'm here meeting Remus," Peter added. Lily nodded.

"He's over there."

"Ah, so I see," the man said timidly. He ordered a glass of Nettle Wine. "Can I get you…?" he pointed to their half-empty glass. Both women shook their heads.

"This is my friend Sarah, by the way," Lily spoke up. Peter nodded to her, and she waved slightly. "I, uh, I haven't seen you for a while Peter."

"I've been away," he told Lily. Her eyebrows rose in feigned interest.

"Oh, anywhere nice?" she enquired. Peter shook his head, and quickly accepted his drink.

"No not really," he told her. Lily frowned slightly at his abrupt answer. "Well, so long." He gave the women a curt nod and scuttled off to join Remus, who was waiting for him. Lily watched him go and then turned to her friend with a bemused expression on her face.

"That's Peter. He's a strange one a times. I've never really figured him out. He never seems to know whether he's coming or going…still, his heart's in the right place. And he's ever so friendly when he wants to be. It just takes a while to tune into his mood-of-the-moment. Know what I mean?"

Sarah nodded. "You sure have some strange husbands, Lily," she laughed.

"Too right!" Lily responded.

The women chatted for a while about children and motherhood, casting the odd glance over at James' friends. Lily was apprehensive, and Sarah was trying to be as supportive as she could. The woman had no children of her own; the Auror lifestyle often clashed with any plans to start a family. The witches had just finished their drinks and were considering buying another round when Lily gave a small groan and rolled her eyes.

"What?" Sarah asked curiously.

"Husband number four," she mumbled before raising her voice to greet the approaching man. "Hello, Sirius." Her tone was friendly, but had an underlying hint of tiresomeness, as if she spent too much time with the man.

"Well hello there," he greeted them with a grin. "What are a pair of lovely ladies such as yourselves doing in a place like this?"

"Drinking," Lily pointed out flatly and Sirius pouted. The witch gave a laugh. Sirius noticed their empty glasses, and his face lit up.

"So, you're getting another round…Buy us a drink?" He asked hopefully. Lily rolled her eyes and then caught the attention of the bartender.

"Can we get another lemonade and an orange please…" she gave a quick glance over her shoulder towards Sirius. "And a shot of Firewhiskey. No ice."

"Make that a double," Sirius sang. Lily gave a sigh. "Lemonade and orange?" he scoffed. "Please tell me they are mixers." When Lily shook her head, Sirius grimaced, and then decided to let it go…this time. "So Lils what are you up to today? Not at work I see? The real lady of luxury," he mocked and she scowled at him.

"Sirius, I'll have you know that this is my first proper day off in two months," she told him. Sirius cowered slightly under her tone. He decided to change the topic.

"So, who's your friend?" he asked Lily, though his eyes fell on Sarah.

"Sarah Vine, meet Sirius Black."

"Husband number four," he grinned proudly, shaking her hand over-enthusiastically. He let go of her hand and leaned in closer to her. "Hey, I don't suppose you–"

"No, Sirius she wouldn't," Lily cut in quickly and Sirius frowned at her.

"You don't know what I was going to ask!" he countered indignantly.

"Oh, I do Sirius. And she doesn't," Lily said firmly. Sirius pouted once more, in disappointment.

"Fine, spoil my fun," he mumbled and took his complementary drink from the bar. "Good day to you, Lily Potter! I see my friends over there are in dire need of some form of entertainment." And with that he waltzed off, leaving Lily laughing and Sarah blinking in mild disbelief.

The witches finished their second beverages and rose from their stools. Lily planned on doing a bit of shopping before returning to her home in Godric's Hollow. However, the witch really didn't feel like it, and decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing at home. The three Marauders hollered her as she headed to the door of the Inn. She frowned and shook her head as they beckoned her over-zealously. Rolling her eyes, she said a hurried goodbye to Sarah before crossing the pub floor to join them.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" she asked mildly, placing her hands on her hips. The three men looked at each other, and then Sirius spoke up.

"Uh, are you doing anything tonight, Lily? Oh beauteous flower and radiant Goddess of both the Wizarding and Muggle world alike."

"Uh, no I don't think so," she replied, ignore Sirius' ramblings.

"Great! We're coming over for tea!" he told her; downing his drink and then leaning back to place his feet on the table. Remus and Peter grinned at her. Lily just blinked.

"Uh, well actually…"

"Seven is fine Lily. Don't forget Moony is going through another vegetarian phase." Lily's eyes landed on Remus who nodded eagerly. "See you then," Sirius added dismissively.

All Lily could do was walk away, wishing that she had been smart enough to make up plans. After all, it was the Marauders and she had known them for years. No, it was her own fault. She would have to put up with them as punishment. She cringed as she opened the door, feeling the autumn wind in her face. Nice going Lily! Then again, it meant that she could put off telling James the 'news' for at least another day. Suddenly, tea with the Marauders didn't sound so bad.