"The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest." -Debra Ginsberg / Nine months, nine moments, and the building of a family.

She was simply Lily and he was simply James, except that there was nothing simple about this story. Jily seventh year fic.

The one where Mary and Francis have no boundaries, they all spend their summers getting drunk and falling over at the beach, Bash is a sad sop until Kenna and they all end up hungover and cuddling in the same bed by the end of it. Modern AU.

Les rêves sont faits d'étoiles que vous ne pouvez jamais espérer atteindre::dreams are made of stars you can never hope to reach