#jily fluff

A second after she left, James quietly tip toed to the kitchen with the invisibility cloak on in an attempt to steal the freshly baked cookies.

Only to be swatted with a magazine by an angry Lily Potter who was glaring at him menacingly with their son in her arms who was laughing at him.

@wolfstarmicrofic 

“Okay that’s just ridiculous, we are only here for two days,” James said from the other bed of the hotel room. “First it was Moony's hoodie and now you’re wearing his boxers too?”

Sirius, already curled up and ready for sleep, snuggled into the hoodie inhaling deeply, then snapped a quick selfie and pressed send before giving James a side-eye. “You're calling me ridiculous? You who’s literally wearing lily’s slip-on nightdress…”

James looked down, slowly adjusted the strap that had fallen off his shoulder.

“First of all,” he said with immense dignity, “You know this is my emotional support sleepwear.” then sighed “I miss her terribly.”

“Mm-hmm. Pot, kettle, and all that” Sirius smirked, then gasped, staring at his phone. “OH he double-texted.” he shrieked. 

“You are unbearable.”

“HE SENT FIFTEEN HEARTS.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“AND A KISSY FACE WITH SPARKLES!!”

James yanked the blanket over his head.

“Is it a rat?”, Harry’s little head tilted in confusion as he dug into his pancake, “It looks like uncle Wormy!”, he giggled.

James turned from the stove, apron swishing as he did, “Hey! It’s very obviously a bunny. Your favorite animal”. He had to admit the pancakes were turning out a bit wonky but it wasn’t that bad.

Harry shook his head, “That was my favorite animal yesterday”, the gap from his missing front tooth flashed when he smiled, and made him say his S’s kind of funny “It’s giraffes now”.

“I see,” James stifled a snort that was interrupted by a long exaggerated gasp from upstairs.

“I hear intruders in my kitchen!”, Lily called, and James could hear the smile in her voice as it grew closer, “Somebody must have broken in last night!”.

“Muuumm, it’s only me and Dad!”, Harry erupted with mirth when Lily’s head poked around the corner, still mussed from sleep.

“Oh! Thank Merlin”, she sighed in faux relief before bounding over and planting a fierce kiss to Harry’s cheek. She whispered something in his ear that made them both laugh, and James could have sworn he’d never heard a more beautiful sound.

“So how’s breaky coming along? I’m famished,” Lily came from behind to rest her chin on his shoulder, she kissed his temple, smelling of toothpaste and coconut shampoo and home.

“Good morning to you too”, James bumped her with his hip and she only rolled her eyes, capturing his jaw and kissing him properly.

James barely registered Harry’s fake gagging noises over the floaty haze it put his head in. He was convinced that centuries could pass before Lily Evans Potter ever failed to turn his insides to goo.

“Morning”, Lily grinned against his lips when they broke apart, “Uh, love?”, her voice was more urgent now, “It’s burning”.

“Agh fuck!”,

“Oi! No bad language in my kitchen!”,

“Dad! You said that’s not a nice word”.

James shot water hastily at the pan with his wand, “Sorry Haz, that wasn’t very Dad-like”, he chuckled, and stared ruefully at the black lump of a pancake in the now flooded pan.

“What was that even supposed to be?”, Lily peered at it skeptically.

“It’s obviously a lily flower! It was supposed to be yours”, James groaned in faux exasperation, “No appreciation for true art around here!”.