Love is Love

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"talking"
/thinking/
~*~character change~*~
FLASHBACK...it is quite obvious...


~*~Harry~*~

Here I was, two months pregnant, in a muggle clothing shop, looking at girls clothing. James was some where amongst the skirts and pink undergarments, trying to find a out fit I would approve of. Little does he know I already have my mind set.

“How ‘bout this one?” James’ voice brings me out if my little world of brooding. He holds up a plane jean skirt, and a read shirt that that has a single large black strip across the chest.

“No,” I pout “It’s too…plane”

“Harry,” he sounds kind of aggravated “You are being difficult. If you don’t want to choose something then fine.” My heart lifts a bit. “I will come back and pick stuff for you! Now chose some thing or else”

Crash and burn, No Survivors.

Sighing…I shuffle over to the rack. “fine.” I grabbed the first things my hands touched “I want these”

“Are you sure? Those seem a bit”

“Yeah, well….I like them!” I know I am acting like a bitch, but in all due respect, I have a valid reason.

“You are being impossible.” James shook his head “Fine, lets go pay.”

He may have given me a muttered "Hormones" but I'm not sure so I can't Convict him. Damn.

We made our way to the front, only stopping once when James grabbed some make up accessories, a couple random selections of jewelry, some Alice-bands, a few pairs of under wear and a bra, giving me a shrug in exchange for the death glare that I was directing at him at the moment in hopes of producing some kind of ray from my eyes to incinerate everything girl-like in the whole of London; too bad that the X-Men were fictional, at least as far as I knew, Cyclops really didn’t know how lucky he was to have that ability.

Sighing, I followed James up to the check out till. Keeping my head down, I put everything on the counter and in a heap of pink and navy.
Answering no to all the stupid questions about store discount cards and paying the guy, we left in a rush.

“I expect you to model what you chose for me when we get home”

I snorted “there is no way in hell that I would ever put those on”

----- half an hour later-----

“You better not laugh” I yelled out through the small crack that I opened in the bathroom door, I had spent the last half an hour shaving all body hair from my legs and under my arms.

“I promised I wouldn’t. Besides, I have already seen it, I did pick out some Panties for you to put on and son accessories. Now come out and show me what you look like”

Sighing, I opened the door and stepped made my way into the lounge.

I felt extremely exposed; the top I had chosen came only to my navel and was a horrible shade of light pink with a blue teddy on the front. The denim skirt was a low cut hipster, so my V-line was very much showing, and it only came down to the middle of my upper thigh, so if I bent over or took long steps, the whit panties I was wearing under it would be shown to the world in all of their frilly girly glory. Talk about revealing.

The “accessories” James had handed to me were a black ribbon choker with a small pink oval shaped stone, framed in gold, and a white Alice-band, with a small pink bow on the right side. I felt like a flipping girl, but then again I guess that was the whole point, to feel like a girl and to most definitely look like one.

I had my eyes closed when I stepped into the room, so I didn’t have to see James’ face. But his silence was really grating on my nerves. Cracking open one eye, I saw an expression I didn’t know was possible. James looked like he was between lust, laughter and something I couldn’t quite place.

His mouth was open and his eyes were wide, he looked kind of….stunned.

“I know I chose stupid things but you could at least say something”

“You look,” he visibly fished for a word “Hot, would summarize it.”

He stepped toward me and put his hand on my cheek. “You really do look good. But, I don’t think this is something you will be wearing outside of this house.” His hands trailed down my neck and onto my chest, were he tweaked my nipple briefly before sliding it down to the waist band of my Skirt.

“It is much to arousing to see you in it. I don’t think I want to share this with any body else. Besides, I can see way too much of your beautiful body, that skirt is mush to low and too short. I swear the clothing of young girls gets to be less and less every year. Pretty soon we will be buying a strip of fabric no wider that five inches and it will be called a skirt. Really, I will not have you buying anything that is shorter that this, that is for sure. I am a very selfish man. ”

He leaned into kiss my lips and then my neck, sucking lightly before licking the slightly bruised area.

~*~James~*~

I felt harry shudder and smirked into his neck. I was not joking; I was not planning on letting him out of the house wearing that.
Giving a final swipe of my tongue, I stepped back and took his hand.

“C’mon, let’s continue this some place more comfortable.” Tugging him forward, we made our way up the stairs and into the bedroom, where we spent the next few hours proclaiming our love for each other in the most interesting ways.

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The following morning I woke up early in order to get to another clothing shop before Harry noticed I was out if the house.
I didn’t want to have to argue about what he would look good in and what would make him look…well, like a girl. He had pouted and sulked and been all out bitchy yesterday, so I now am going to take things into my own hands.

The teen age girl that was working there looked like she would know what was ‘hot’ and what was not. She showed me all of the summer/autumn clothing that was on display and pointed out things that one should know about fashion. It was really quite fascinating to know that there were five different types of purple shirts that could go with one skirt and that had matching stockings to go along with it.

It took me about two hours to find something decent and that would be something Harry would like, but I am proud to say that I conquered the battle of shopping for clothing, and have hereby decided that I would like to never ever again go look at girls clothing. I can only hope that Harry will like what I picked out to some degree, if he doesn’t, well, too bad for him.

When I got home I found Harry sitting in the lounge, waiting form me with a look of, it could pass as disappointment, but I knew in was mostly anger and frustration.

“Where were you?” his voice was soft, his eyes hard, narrowed, looking at me with complete teen age anger. Not good.

“I was at a clothing store,” It was no use lying to him; it would only make him madder. Besides, he was practically my, uh, wife, or at least he was going to be acting it for the next only-God-knows however many months. “I got you some pretty good stuff. You should like it, it is as close to your current style as I could get without buy boys clothes.” I chewed on my bottom lip, “And it isn’t all frilly skirts and button up blouses either, I got you some tom-boyish stuff, too”

He still didn’t look too happy.

“You went out and got stuff for me with out telling me?” the look in his eyes became more prominent and it was then that I realized he had tears in them. Think fast James, or you just might be kicked out of your room and into the extra bedroom.

“Harry, baby no, don’t cry. I just wanted it to be over for you, so that you didn’t have to be humiliated any more than you were yesterday. I’m sorry that I did it with out telling you, but I thought you would fight me on it and…and…I’m sorry.” The feeble finish I gave to my apology/excuse made me cringe.

‘Smooth, James, really smooth. Get ready for the water works’

The shout I had been expecting never came. Harry remained silent and unmoving in his chair, and the suspense became too much for me, I chanced a look.

Harry was staring at me, his green eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall at the slightest movement. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he was resting his chin on them. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he let a tear fall.

Oh shit.

“Baby, I really am sorry that I didn’t tell you. I promise I will never sneak out of the house while you are asleep ever again, at least not with out writing you a note”

He still didn’t say anything. Just sat and starred at me with his woeful eyes. Finally after like, ten minutes he spoke.

“You….bought clothes for me”

I nodded “Oh, Jamie! You do love me!” he launched himself at me and knocked me to the floor

‘What? What is going on? He’s not mad? What? Why’

I must have spoken my thoughts out loud because he was looking at me with adoring green eyes, hands clasped over his chest and a grin that could have belonged to a baby angel.

“You must love me to go through all the embarrassment of shopping for girls clothes and under wear and accessories and….” His voice wavered and the tears welled up even more. “I love you so much, James”

He stepped towards me and wrapped his arms around my neck, nestling his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you for doing this for me. I know yesterday I was being a pain in the arse, and I didn’t make any of it easy on you. In fact, I sort of blamed you for everything going on so far. The pregnancy, the stupid idea of the cracking old man at the school.” He looked up at me, “But I know I have no right to blame you. You are in this just as much as I am. You did impregnate your own son, it can be easy for you with that on your mind, huh”

I thought over his word of a second, while brushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

“If you are thinking that I regret what has happened, then your wrong. I love you, and that means that I will love any children we have. Yes, I am your father. And yeah, it might seem wrong. But, if it feels this right, how can it be wrong?” I cupped his face in my hands “you are my son, but, I dunno, I just don’t see you that way anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love you like a son, but then at the same time I love you like…well…I love you like I loved lily. Like my lover, my best friend…my…wife”

He blushed at that and gave a mumbled “M’not your wife”

I chuckled “you may as well be. We are after all going to be living in the muggle world and…I don’t want them to think I am not a gentleman. So, I have been thinking over how we are going to explain your pregnancy and my brilliant conclusion is: the classical ‘I love you and you love me but our families don’t like each other. But! In a fit of passion I made love to you and you got pregnant and to escape the wrath of your father, we ran away together to start a new life in the big city!” I ended with a melodramatic tone and wave of my arms.

By the expression on Harry’s face and the small snort that accompanied it, I don’t think it is a very good idea.

TBC…...


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