A young redheaded woman sat in the rocking chair, her baby son in her arms. He was steadily succumbing to the sleep he fought hopelessly, his eyes heavy in his small face, closing and then stubbornly opening again.

She stared into his tiny face, marvelling at how much he resembles his father, even at this early stage. The black hair was soft and baby-fine, but it held the promise of having the Potter curse of unruliness. Unlike the rest of his features, however, his eyes were likely to be hers. They were that cloudy indeterminate colour, but shaped like the very eyes analysing his face now.

On looking up, she saw her husband standing in the doorway, and she smiled, a beatific expression, putting a finger to her lips. The man crept quietly into the room, not wanting to disturb the baby, and knelt beside her rocking chair.

The woman continued to rock, and the child slowly fell asleep in her arms, soothed by the rhythm of her breathing as well as the gentle movement.

It wasn't long before he reached that stage of deep baby sleep, where very little could wake him. Then, the man stood behind his wife and eased her into a standing position, his arms never leaving her waist as she carefully placed their son in his cradle and stood over him for a moment.

The man led her out of the bedroom, pulling the door to, and took her into the room they shared. Just before they got to the door, however, he swung her into his arms and carried her small frame in, dropping her on the bed.

Giggling softly, she pulled the duvet over her and rolled onto her side to face her husband.

"So…" she began.

"How tired are you?" he cut in.

"Not too bad, but it depends on what you have in mind, Mr Potter."

He gently, lovingly kissed her on the lips, soft and sweet. "More of that, my love."

A/N: Hi guys. This idea just popped into my head the other day, and I really wanted to write it. Who do you think it is? James, Lily and baby Harry? Or Harry, Ginny and baby James?
Please review!!! Thanks.