A/N: I'm sorry this chapter's really short, it's just the idea that each chapter will be about a different event, and so some will be much longer than others :) Hope you like it!

Ginny stood in the doorway to the living room, watching as Harry made rings of coloured smoke erupt from his wand, much to James and Albus' amazement. She stepped into the room and scooped Albus up into her arms, sitting down on the sofa next to James.

She sat in silence for a moment, smiling as James and Albus clapped enthusiastically, absentmindedly stroking Albus' hair. After a while, she looked up at the clock on the mantelpiece.

"Come on guys," She said. "Time for bed."

"No, no, no!" James protested.

"Mummy's right, James," Harry said. He stood up and stuck his wand in his pocket, then hoisted James onto his lap and carried him up the stairs with Ginny and Albus following behind him.

"We've got to get Albus out of that routine," Harry said later, as he and Ginny lay in bed. "If we can get him to have a nap straight after lunch, then –"

He was cut off by Ginny placing a firm kiss on his lips.

"What was that for?" He asked, slightly breathless, as he broke away.

"Just wanted to kiss my husband," Ginny said nonchalantly. "Problem?"

"Gin," Harry said, nudging her leg with his. "What was that for?"

Ginny rolled over onto her side and lifted herself up onto one elbow. "I'm pregnant."

Harry gaped at her. "Really?"

"No, pretend," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Yes really."

"Gin, that's – that's," Deciding he couldn't find the words to express how he was feeling, he rolled over so he was leaning over her and planted a kiss on her lips. Ginny laughed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him.

"How long?" Harry asked later in the night. "How far along, I mean."

"About a month," Ginny said. "I need to book an appointment at St Mungo's, but I didn't want to do anything until I'd told you."

"Book one tomorrow," Harry yawned. "When do we tell the boys?"

"I'm not sure," Ginny said, chewing her lip. "I'd happily tell them now, I just don't want what happened to Bill and Fleur to happen to us."

Harry chuckled. Fleur had only been a couple of weeks pregnant with Dominique when Victoire had shouted out that "there was a baby in Mummy's tummy" over dinner at the Burrow one Sunday. It had given Fleur a lot of unwanted attention, and Molly had been devastated that Bill hadn't told her straight away.

"Well, Al can't talk properly," Harry pointed out. "And I'm sure James wouldn't say anything if we told him not to..."

"We'll see," Ginny said, kissing him before rolling over and pulling the duvet tight around her.