A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! I know it's been a really long time since I've uploaded anything here in FF, and I'm really sorry for my inactivity. Life's been very hectic these days, and I've found little time to write any stories. But, since it's already December and Christmas is nearly upon us, I've decided to write this HP Christmas fic for you guys. It's a series of one-shots, so expect updates now and then!

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Lily and James

"Puzzling Presents"

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

Next year all our troubles will be out of sight. . .

- Frank Sinatra


December 24, 1979. Godric's Hollow.

"You know, you still haven't told me what you want for Christmas, Lils." he whispers, stroking her red hair as she leans her head contentedly on his shoulder. They are both huddled in front of the fire, relishing in the warmth it emanates as the freezing snow falls in clumps outside their home. Frank Sinatra is playing softly in the background, and James thinks there is no place in the world he would rather be in now.

"Mhmm," Lily replies, and James sees her close her emerald eyes. "I told you, I don't want anything, James. I already have what I want."

Despite the darkly lit room the faint blush on her cheeks doesn't escape his vision, and he gives away a cheeky grin. Despite being married to Lily for almost two years now, James thinks he will never get over the fact that she is finally his wife; that she blushes for him as much as he does for her, that he is free to hold her close without fear of being pushed away, that she loves him as much as he loves her. He thinks to himself, as he observes the sleeping form of his wife, how he is the luckiest man in the world; to have married the girl he has fallen in love with ever since he was a boy, and to have changed her mind about him.

"James?"

He hears Lily call out his name, and he gives her a questioning look.

"What do you want for Christmas?" she whispers, and James senses her muscles immediately tense after she asks him the question. James wonders why, but decides to let it pass in the meantime.

"I don't know, Lils. I want that new Cleansweep broomstick down at Quality Quidditch Supplies, the new dungbombs Zonko's is manufacturing... also new glasses couldn't hurt, I suppose..." he trails off, and he laughs when he looks back at Lily and sees her previously closed eyes open and glaring back at him. "What?" he says innocently.

"You're such a prat, James," she complains, and she pinches him at the side. James slaps her hand and Lily elbows him back playfully.

"Ow, Lily!"

Lily laughs loudly and James finds himself falling in love with her laughter once more.

"But seriously though," she says quietly once she's calmed down. She removes her head from his shoulder and stares at him with her bright, green eyes. "Is there anything you'd like for Christmas? I know it's pretty last minute, but it's better than nothing."

"I don't want anything Lily," he says back, face equally serious. "I already have you; there's nothing else I would want in the world."

She smiles lovingly at him, and leans her head back at his shoulder. James wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him. He closes his eyes and they stay like this for a while, silently listening to the crackle of the fire and the music before anybody else makes another noise.

"James?" she whispers once more, and he responds with a hum.

"What if I told you I already got you a present? I know you said you didn't want anything, but would you still accept it?"

James opens his eyes and looks down at her once more.

"Of course I will, Lily. Even if you gave me a mouse for Christmas I'd still accept it with all my heart."

She chuckles and leans herself away from his body. "I didn't get you a mouse, if that's what you're thinking," she says slowly and carefully, as if scared that James would get mad at what she had gotten him. "It's nothing really special, actually..."

"I told you, Lils, I don't care what you give me. As long as it's from you, it is already enough."

Lily blushes and slaps James's arm once more. "You should stop with the flattery, love. It's getting nauseating."

He raises his eyebrows. "Really? You seem to be enjoying it, judging from the color of your cheeks."

"James!"

"I'm kidding," he gathers her hands and plants a kiss on them each. "I love you."

"James, you're completely distracting me from my point. Stop that," she reprimands him and James shrugs his shoulders.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop. You were saying then?"

He sees her take a deep breath and James wonders again why she seems so tense. It can't be that bad, can it? "Okay," she exhales. "So, this present came in around two months ago, but I didn't know back then that you didn't want anything for Christmas... so I absolutely have no idea if you're going to like it or not. Shh, don't interrupt me," she tells him, and James closes his mouth and nods for her to go on. "The weird thing though, is that you can only have them by July, because the thing about presents like these is that they take long, if you know what I'm saying, and we can't speed the process up and-"

"Lils, you're rambling like a mad woman. What on earth are you talking about?" he says incredulously. "I don't seem to catch any of it."

"I'm talking about your present, James, I already told you a while ago, didn't I?" she snaps and James knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"I know you are, but I can't seem to get the idea... You have the gift, but I can't get it until July... I already told you Lily, I don't care about how fancy the gift is; as long as it's from you it's already enough for me-"

Suddenly she stands up and puts her hands roughly on his shoulders. James sees her bright green eyes brimming with tears, and he doesn't get why. "Lily, are you alrig-?"

"I'm pregnant, James."

Her words strike him with so much force that James would've toppled off the couch, if not for Lily's hands. He couldn't believe it. Lily was... pregnant? The idea seemed so foreign and unbelievable to him, as if it's the first time he has ever entertained the idea of pregnancy. He looks down at her stomach, and he feels something tugging on his own gut. Somewhere, right at this moment, a fetus is floating in her stomach; forming arms, hands, fingers, and fingernails as its father tries to comprehend the fact that he and his wife had created something undoubtedly beautiful; that in the months to come her stomach will erupt and circle, and soon enough there will be another addition to their small family. He was going to be a father, Lily was going to be a mother, and they were going to have a child!

He is silent for a while, and Lily mistakes this to be a bad thing. She falls to the floor and rests her head at the foot of the couch, and soon enough she is trembling and hiccuping as the tears flow down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she hiccups quietly. "I-I didn't think you'd be t-this disappointed, it's j-just that it happened when you a-ambushed me in the s-shower you prat, a-and oh-!"

He bends down and crushes his lips against hers, savoring the taste of her tongue and the salty tears that coat it as she continues to cry. He holds her tight against him, pulling his lips away from hers and kissing her hair while murmuring "shh, shh".

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Lily?' he tells her softly, and Lily giggles and tells him that she does.

"Well don't ever forget that, Potter," he says seriously, and proceeds to give her another kiss on her forehead. "And I love you more now that you've just told me we're going to have a baby together, Lils. We're going to be parents." he emphasizes the word, and he looks down at her seemingly flat stomach. "Somewhere in there, a baby is growing. Our baby, Lily. We created that. And there's just something beautiful with the fact that two, imperfect human beings whose only achievement was to love managed to create something so perfect."

She stares back at him with her watery eyes and James nearly laughs at her shocked expression.

"I know, I didn't think I'd be able to say something as smart as that in my entire lifetime, Lils. I think it's the parent thing going on."

She laughs and hugs him tightly, her hands grasping his neck and his hair as she pulls him closer to her. "You're not mad then?" she whispers fearfully, and James manages to shake his head. "Even if we're going to have this baby in the middle of a war?"

Realization dawns upon James, and he finally understands why Lily feels so frightened and hesitant about having the baby. They were living in dark and dangerous times, and raising a baby in such an environment isn't the wisest choice a parent could make. Plus the fact that he and Lily were young; so young and in love, and what did they know about raising kids? They were hardly ready, and their lives were constantly at risk, and he feels that Lily thinks it's unfair to have a child when, because of their jobs, any moment could be their last. Would they be so unkind as to risk the baby into being an orphan?

No, he thinks to himself. All the more reason to fight hard against Voldemort, and to stay alive.

He voices these thoughts out to Lily and James feels relieved when she relaxes against him, knowing that whatever happens, he will always be by her side. He kisses her one more time; soft and intoxicating, like a drug he would never get enough of.

"I love you," he whispers, and she leans back on his chest and buries her head in his warm neck.

"I love you too, James. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Lily."