There was a muffled grunt, but no other signs of response. Lily smiled and tried again.
“James,” she repeated, pulling the blanket down from over his chin. She loved how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. Harry made a noise as he chewed on the ear of his brand new toy: a soft black cat. She hadn’t planned on buying him any toys today, but he’d kicked and screamed until she gave it to him and she was too tired to argue. Since he was only four months old, reasoning with him was impossible, as kicking and screaming was his only way of communicating how desperately he wanted something. Besides, Lily thought that the cat probably reminded him of Max. Harry perked up a bit when he realised it was James under the blanket, and he shoved the toy cat into James’ face, making Lily giggle a bit, but she gently prised Harry’s hand away.