Lily always insisted that she loved him more than he loved her. Honestly, he didn’t think it possible. but he never really argued when it came up. She actually did love him, and that was all he cared about. She was here, sharing a couch with him — sharing a home with him. Soon, it would be a name. “I think I’m luckier.” With a small chuckle, he ran his hand over her hair, glad that he had the time to appreciate moments like this. As she closed her eyes, James was reminded of his own tiredness, and he tried to stifle a yawn. “We should probably go to bed soon, it’s been a long day.” He didn’t really want to, but at the same time, he knew they did need to be well-rested for the day to come. Thankfully, though, he didn’t feel quite as apprehensive about it as he’d done a little while earlier. Lily always made him feel safe, and comfortable. All he could think about now was how nice things would be once all the fighting was finally over. They wouldn’t have to worry any more — they could focus on living, and starting a family together. But the inevitable reality of it was that they would have to fight for that happiness, which meant tomorrow would be a significant turning point in their lives. Tomorrow, they would start fighting, out in the real world.
As she heard James rebut her argument once more, Lily grinned, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t really need to. Both her and James loved each other more than anything and neither would be convinced that they were wrong in this instance. Lily knew her efforts to prove him wrong were fruitless, and she didn’t mind. Really, she only argued because of how much she enjoyed him telling her how much he loved her. She’d never tire of that. She felt his chest expand as a yawn escaped him, and she sighed softly, knowing that, although she desperately wished they could just stay here forever in each other’s arms by the fire, they couldn’t. Tomorrow wouldn’t be a comfortable or cosy day. It wouldn’t be romantic or special or peaceful or enjoyable. But it was important. They both knew that. They knew how dangerous fighting would be, but if they didn’t do it, who would? For Lily, the light at the end of the tunnel was that soon James would be her husband. And if they fought hard enough, there would be a family. That was what kept her going - the life that, for now, was just out of reach for her and James. She wanted a world where their children could grow up without care in the world. A world where she and James could grow old together. She nodded slightly as he mentioned going to bed, and she took his hand, rubbing it gently. The other side of all this, the side she didn’t want to think about, was that every moment she spent with James could be her last. She hated thinking about that, of course, but it was a reality, and she had to face it. It was a war out there, and they were mere hours from fighting in it. There was no denying that they would be in unthinkable danger, and Lily didn’t want to waste one single second with James in case something were to happen. She wanted to memorise every detail of him, because if the unthinkable happened and James were to be taken from her, she honestly didn’t think she’d be able to go on without him. Going quiet as she tried to force those thoughts out of her mind, she didn’t answer him, knowing he’d be able to tell from her voice. She squeezed his hand gently, picturing the life they could have - would have - just as soon as they were out of danger.