The glint caught her eye as she bent down to pick up the bottle James had thrown. She managed to fit her slim fingers in the space between the fridge and wall and pull out what was there. It was a framed copy of the Prophet the day after James birth. The headline being "Potter Birth". They were still using the old Harpies picture of her and Harry's picture from when he joined the ministry. She remembered Luna giving them this as a present at the party. It had been a joint naming ceremony for James and birthday party for Harry. The day was the naming ceremony and in the evening the adults had returned to Grimauld place and celebrated Harry's birthday. It had been the first time she had left James and had been frantically flooing every five minutes, making her mother go into his room to check he was still breathing. In her head, she had known he would be fine, but there had been this irrational fear stalking her. He had been only 4 months old though! Was that really three months ago? it seemed liked days.

A plastic spoon hit the floor and she heard James giggle and slap his hands together, clapping, "James, my purpose in life is not to fetch for you" she said as she put the frame away in the same place. She smiled as she remembered Harry's face when Luna gave them the picture. He had been so embarrassed! She was surprised she hadn't seen it hidden there yet though.

The day it was published, she had seen that headline. She had still been in the hospital. Waking up to the voice of the nurses "sleeping in the same bed. Seems like they couldn't wait. And after all those rumours I'd heard about him and other men. I heard he was secretly in love with her brother". Then they stopped talking as Teddy bounded down the corridor, running as usual. He had a certain unmistakable noise that followed him. Usually with things falling over behind him, he must get it from Tonks. He bounded in, not knocking on the door before jumping on the bed. " Uncle Harry, Auntie Ginny, you're in the newspaper".

She giggled to herself whilst putting the bottle and spoon in the washing up bowl, she turned round to James. He had managed to put his fingers in his food and then rake it through his hair. A big smile was on his face and he was holding out his chubby hands to be picked up. They were still caked in sticky baby food as well. Why did he have to get his table manners from Ron ? She hoped he would get better with age.

"Looks like you're having a bath before bedtime, little man" she said. Picking the wipes from the side and wiping his hands and face as best she could before picking him up from his high chair and putting him on her hip.

"Da, da" James babbled to himself as they went up the stairs. He did that a lot now, Harry had got so excited when he heard him say that. Then he just started calling everyone "Da", including Neville and Ron and it just didn't seem as monumental. Harry could still revel in the fact that "Da" was his first word, not "Ma". He kept on babbling and kicking his feet out. It didn't make any sense, just loads of random noises. She ran the bath and went to get his towel from the cupboard. She took him back to the bathroom, casting a warming spell on the floor and towel as she laid him out. He started to wriggle and kick as he wanted to crawl away. She was pleased when the clothes were finally off him and she laid him in the bath. She washed his hair and sat on the laundry basket, watching him playing with his rubber duck in the bath, a present from Ginny's dad.

She was going to have to tell Harry tonight. She had lied to Hermione, telling her the potion was negative. Hermione had come round earlier that day, begging her to test the pregnancy potion, as it was positive for her and she needed confirmation she had brewed it right (of course she had, she was Hermione!). Ginny had tried to cry off claiming her hormones weren't back to normal after James (which was true) but Hermione had insisted. When it came out positive she had to think. Had she been that stupid? If there was one thing she was sure of, she wasn't going to be her mother, with loads of kids. It just wasn't her nature. They'd just be more careful next time, maybe this time was her fault. She hadn't been taking her potion as you needed to know the date of your cycle and that hadn't properly started again. They must of forgotten to use the charm one night as they were so tired. James splashed and kicked and brought her back to the room. "Hey, calm down little man." she said. She picked him up from the bath and wrapped him a towel. " What do you think your daddy's going to say?" she didn't intentionally verbalise her thoughts, they just slipped out of her mouth. She loved the smell of him after a bath. He made a squeal and pulled his fingers out of his mouth, managing to say something that sounded a bit like "nada".

" Yeah, I think so to" she said, playing with his hair, after she put the nappy on him.

" I'm not sure, what will I say?" said a voice from behind her. She recognised the voice straight away. "Harry, you're home" she said, as she turned, picking James up in the same motion, to see him leaning in the doorway.

"No, I'm Draco polyjuiced, Harry's still at work" he joked .

" What's your favourite type of jam?" reminding him of all those years ago.

He smiled, a wonky smile he occasionally got across his face, that she loved. She could forgive him anything for that smile. He broke her thoughts by saying "Strawberry".

She grinned back and stood up, leaned over and kissed him. James leant over for Harry to hold him instead of Ginny. As they separated, and Ginny passed him James, she said " Now I know it's really you." James wriggled and kicked in Harry's arms. He got excited whenever Harry came home, once he was writhing around and kicking so much, he had hit Harry in the face. He loved Teddy as well, Teddy had been trying to get him to say his name, constantly repeating "Teddy" around him and played this game with him by changing his hair colours. He'd put a hat on, change hair colour, and reveal this before replacing the hat and changing the hair colour again. James adored this and squealed whenever he saw a hat. Unfortunately after ten minutes it got boring for everybody else but James could watch for hours. Harry put him down, standing him on the floor, holding his hands so he was standing up.

" Do you want to try to walk James?". He obviously didn't so Ginny went to the door of the nursery, holding one of his toys, shaking the bell on the head of the clown to grab his attention. He started to walk, very unsteadily and moving each foot very slowly. They were clapping and encouraging him. He finally made it, grabbing onto the toy and grinning, some spit escaping from his mouth. She wiped it as she picked him up and said

" Who's a clever boy?" he grinned his toothless grin. It wouldn't be like that for long, he had started teething. Then he yawned and his head rolled to one side before waking him up again. " I think somebody needs to go sleep" she said. Harry stepped forward.

" I'll put him to sleep. You go and relax for a few minutes" she handed him over willingly, she was grateful for the time to be by herself, the only time she got now was when she was writing, and she either dropped him off at her mothers (which Mrs Weasley loved, she always spoiled James) or Harry was at home and took him out for the day to the park or swimming. She sometimes wished she could go, but then remembered that she spent all week with him and did those things with him anyway. It was good for them to do father/son things. If she didn't write she'd go mad. It was her only contact with the outside grown up world that didn't have anything to do with James. She reached downstairs quickly hearing James still babbling from upstairs. She walked into the kitchen and tapped the side of the kettle. Pouring a tea for her and picking a butterbear for Harry out of the fridge. Harry came down the stairs quickly. James was wiped out, unfortunately it meant he'd wake earlier. If he got to sleep faster, he always seemed to wake up just that bit earlier.

"What were you worrying about telling me?" he asked as he came into the kitchen, she passed him the butterbear.

" Nothing" she said as she turned round and picked James's bowl from the highchair and put in the washing up. A small voice in her head yelled " Chicken" as she moved the highchair back into the corner of the room. He was watching her as she turned back round.

" Done avoiding me now?" he asked. She could hear the water running and knew he had cast the washing up charm. He could always tell when she was holding something back. He pushed it , until she said that it was something she couldn't say and would back away as soon as she said. She didn't say anything, She wasn't allowed to tell him about Hermione, she had made Ginny promise not to tell anybody. Harry pulled a chair out from the big table in the kitchen and sat down. She walked over and sat in his lap, burying her face in his chest. Not crying, Ginny didn't cry. She sat in silence, tracing his chest, eventually tracing down his arm towards his hand "I must not tell lies" resonated through her as she knew what hand she was touching.

"Gin, please speak to me" he said, scared at her reluctance. It wasn't because it was him, if she said something, then it made it real, if she didn't then it wasn't really happening. She summoned up her Gryffindor courage. She knew that not telling him wouldn't really change anything. She took a deep breath, that sounded like a sigh to anybody listening to her. Her shoulders even physically moved as she relaxed. She knew he'd be happy. She didn't really relish having two baby's in such quick succession, but it was done now.

"Harry, I'm pregnant again. We must of forgotten the charm. I'm sorry" she said, avoiding his face.

He said nothing, she didn't know what to do, until his hand came to her face and he pushed her chin up so that their eyes met. "Sorry for what? Ginny, that's brilliant" the enthusiasm seeping into his face. A smile as wide as his face could take it. "I think this calls for a celebration" he said. Then he saw her face, "What's the matter, that's brilliant" he said, looking at her,. " Earlier than we both expected, but that doesn't matter" he shrugged.

" It's just, you do know that I'm not my mother and I don't want loads of children. I guess I just though we'd leave more time between children. Also, how are we going to be able to cope with two children under two?"

"Gin, you and James, and now number two" he affectionately patted her stomach " are the most important things to me, and I promise that's my only priority. Anything you need, just ask. As for coping, many people have children close together, we just get all the sleepless nights done in one long stretch."

It wasn't his words that added reassurance to her, it was a memory from a long time ago, the summer after the battle and she was holding Teddy in the rocking chair at Andromeda's. She had looked up and Harry was standing there, just watching them and she knew exactly what he was thinking, one day that would be their child and wondering what they would look like. She hadn't seen that look on his face before, but afterwards she had placed it as total contentment. He hadn't had many good times in his life and she had promised to herself that she would try to make him as happy as she could. He had said hat before the end of the war he hadn't allowed himself to think of the future, and now that was all he had. A future.

"Yeah, you're right, we've got a big family to help out as well" she said. "Just one thing, please don't call them number two, it makes me think of all the problems we had toilet training Teddy all those years ago"

Thank you to everybody who kept reading, i cannot believe i've had that many nice reviews!! Thank you.

I was thinking of my next story, and i have a few ideas: A teddy story- scences from his life. AU H/G story as flatmates, H/G after the war, Albus finding out about the 2nd war (I understood from the epilogue that the kids don't know what their parents did). If you have a preference please review or PM me and i will endeavor to do my best.

Thanks to everyone.