The first (best) Birthday
A/N: here is my late (late) birthday present for the lovely Anna (@ladyknightley) who turned 24 last week. I’m sorry it took so long, but here at last a fic to your prompt: Harry’s first birthday. I can’t do titles whoops. Beware, it is almost 2.5k of plotless fluff and Potter shenanigans and kind of got away from me. I hope you like it <3
“Lily. What are you doing.”
Lily jumped at the sound of James’ voice and turned around to face him. This proved to be a little difficult since she was currently balancing with one foot on top of the kitchen counter and the other perched precariously on the backside of Harry’s baby chair, her arms too preoccupied to steady herself against the kitchen cabinets.
James stood in the doorway to the living room, clad only in a pair of striped pyjama bottoms. He had a very severe case of bedhead, his hair sticking up even more so than usual and his eyes were still shrouded with sleep. There were impressions of creases all over his chest from sleeping on top of a bundle of sheets. Still, he looked unfairly good.
She felt tempted to shoot back a snarky remark, because she was quite sure the red-and-gold birthday garlands attached to the top of the lamp and running criss-cross around the room back to her hands were giving it away. And if that didn’t do it, the Gryffindor-coloured confetti spread all over the floor and the table should’ve given it away.
But James looked entirely too tired to handle witty, so she just stuck out her tongue and turned back to the preparations.
“These are the last,” she said. “If you could just help me put up the banner on the wall there, then at least the decorations are set.”
It was quiet for a few seconds as Lily tried and failed to attach the garlands to the corner of the kitchen cabinets to her left. Then -
“Lily, it’s fucking three thirty in the morning.”