Author's Note: After a long, long wait. Another chapter, in this sad chapter of our young lover's lives. I'm not sure why this took me so long to write. I had to tweak a lot of my original ideas. I'm very happily married, and it struck me that I was messing with something very sacred, by breaking these two up, even it is only temporary. I love the passion and connection it allows, but marriage is serious business.

I think I like what I wrote.

Disclaimer: A rocky marriage is only romantic in FICTION. If you're married be good to each other.

Also this chapter is dedicated to Marinka, who asked me to write at the exact right moment. ;)

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"Yeah, right there," Ginny whimpered, as she writhed over Harry.

Harry gave out a grunt, as his wife gripped his shoulders and rocked her body above him. He had just had her small frame pinned against Hermione and Ron's front hall, when she decided she wanted a change of positions.

When she'd pushed him down onto the bench that was typically used for taking off one's shoes, Harry had a hard time seeing past the need he felt for her. And when she crawled over his lap, pushing her knickers aside, and sinking down onto him, Harry's eyes did indeed roll back in his head. And as the estranged husband and wife frantically kissed and felt, and gave and took, neither of them could bring themselves to say the words the other was longing to hear.

Earlier that morning Harry had been packing up James' things, as his son napped on. Wondering why Ginny was late. His wife was always punctual. It was part of what made her Ginny. Harry had taken the morning to watch James, because she had another appointment at the Daily Prophet office. Time was ticking on, and he was expected at the Auror Department after lunch.

But Harry would be lying if he said his only unease was being late for work. The constant ache that settled in his heart, ever since he'd been separated from Ginny had only grown after their intimate moment at the charity gala. He'd gotten them home that night, and she even let him kiss her cheek before parting ways.

It had been just over a week since the ball, and Ginny seemed to be haunted by her admission. She'd done her best to avoid Harry at all costs. Letting Andromeda and Hermione to play the oblivious middle man. Harry, on the other hand, couldn't get the events from that night to stop running through his mind. A keen frustration had ached within him ever since. Finding himself brooding and snapping at his coworkers.

So when Ginny had finally shown up that morning, on Ron and Hermione's doorstep, with a hasty apology for running late, and frustrated look on her face, Harry found himself doing his best to not set her off.

He stepped aside, as she dismissively brushed past him into the house.

"He's napping in the guest room," Harry informed her, surprised at his wife's brusqueness, and followed her into the house.

"Just you and James then?" she asked Harry, with a evident sharpness in her tone. Harry sighed quietly. He really didn't want to fight.

"Yeah, Ron and Hermione are at work," Harry explained, checking his watch. If he left right now he would be able to make it to work in time. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. He had been hoping they would at least have a few civil moments between them before parting ways.

With a huff, Harry grabbed his cloak. He barely made out Ginny's response of, "Good," before she threw her arms around her husband's neck and crashed her lips to his.

Harry was shocked for a moment, dropping his cloak to the floor, as Ginny's eager lips slid over his. It took all of one second for Harry to respond. With Auror reflexes he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed her back against the front hall wall. Ginny gave out a small moan, as she seemed to melt against Harry, both their hands desperate to touch the other.

Now as Harry filled her, he wondered how he had been surviving without her for the past week.

"Oh!" She whimpered, her head thrown back. Harry gripped and directed her hips, as they pulsed and moved together.

"Being away from you is killing me," Harry gritted out, his grip tightening.

"Harry..." Ginny mewled out, and it sounded like a plea. Harry was overwhelmed. He could barely think. Barely consider what they were doing. How they were hurting each other by taking so carelessly. All Harry could register was how much he needed her.

"Ginny...I" He started, ready to beg her to let him come home. Ready to do anything, before she twisted shooting a wave of pleasure through him, and coherent thought was gone.

"Please...please..." she begged her husband, and he increased their pace. As he drove into her harder, she came apart in his arms. A few more thrusts and he spent himself.

After a few long moments of shattered breathing, Ginny pulled herself away and fixed her skirt. Harry stayed seated, watching her, dazed with exhilaration and exhaustion. "Ginny..." He began, breathy and tired.

But Ginny was already back together again. Smoothing out her hair in the mirror. "So, Teddy needs to be picked up from school this Friday. I told Andromeda I could do it," she informed him, in a business-like manner.

Harry could barely keep his frustration in check. Back to this?

He spoke more firmly this time, "Ginny-"

"Aren't you going to be late for some meeting?" She asked him nonchalantly, sauntering out of the hall. She left Harry alone to gape at what had just occurred. What was she playing at? Frustrated, Harry stood and recollected himself. Trousers refastened, shirt tucked back in, hair...well as tamed as it ever could be.

As Harry straightened his tie in the front hall mirror, a needling thought caught his mind. Was Ginny trying to get him out of her system? A few good shags before ending things forever? Harry's stomach plummeted. There was no way he would let her go that easily. Even if she wanted things to end between them, Harry could tell she was fighting some war in her mind.

Ginny reappeared in the hallway, holding James. Harry caught her eye, in the reflection in the mirror. He could tell she was doing her best to look indifferent. "I've got to go. I'm going to be late for the meeting," Harry informed her, as he double checked his pocket for his wand.

"Aren't you the Junior Head of the Auror Department?" She asked in a teasing tone. Leaning herself on the archway that led to the sitting room. "Doesn't that make everyone else early?"

Harry turned back to face her, as a smile crept onto his lips. "I say jump," Harry agreed, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, under his cloak. Ginny rolled her eyes at him, as James cooed from her arms.

He stood there for a moment. Taking in his wife and son. His gaze obviously made Ginny uncomfortable, because she shuffled back and forth, and avoided looking at him.

With another huff, Harry agreed. "Yes, you're right. Goodbye Jamie," he told his son, coming over to them and kissing James' little forehead. Ginny leaned back away from her husband's close proximity. Harry caught this out of the corner of his eye. Harry never cared for the game hot and cold.

"Goodbye darling," he told her purposefully and crushed his lips to hers. Holding her head against his own. He devoured her mouth, his tongue sweeping her lips until she moaned and opened them. When Harry pulled away Ginny's breathing was ragged and cheeks were flushed. She was glaring at him. He placed one more light kiss to her temple and turned and left.

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Ginny Potter, sweaty and sore, picked up her son at the Ministry of Magic's corporate gym's nursery, where she had just been put through the ranks by the Holyhead Harpy's physical trainer. Ginny had lofty goals of returning to the team at the beginning of next season, and that came with a harsh reality that she was having to retrain her body to the stamina she had before James came into her life.

To her delight, she'd been able to keep up well with the floor exercises. After another two weeks of training, she would then get back on her broom. If anything made her current state of affairs more difficult, it was not being able to fly. She worked out a lot of frustration, stress and anger by flying. It was freeing. But she would stay on the ground any day for the black haired boy in her arms.

Ginny walked down the hall to a different part of the gym. Harry was there tonight, playing pick up quidditch with some Auror's and other Ministry workers.

Entering the large indoor quidditch pitch, Ginny watched as the players soared around above them. James cooed and giggled, as he reached up to touch the men flying hard on their brooms. Maybe she'd make Harry let her do a few laps on his Firebolt.

"Ginny?" a female voice called out to her. Ginny turned to see Lucy Carter sitting in the stands with a few other women. Relieved to see a familiar face, she headed over to the women.

"Hi Lucy," Ginny greeted. "Watching Carter try to handle a broom?"

Lucy laughed and replied, "Yes, I've got to support him. Even if he is rubbish. Don't tell him I said that." Ginny grinned. "What are doing here?" Lucy added, shooting her a private look.

"I was here working out with the Holyhead's trainer, and I needed to pass a message along to Harry," Ginny explained. Trying to show her there was no reason to be alarmed.

"Are you Ginny Potter? Harry Potter's wife?" asked another woman sitting with Lucy. Ginny tensed for a moment, and Lucy looked like she was going to try and deflect her.

"Yes," Ginny answered. There really was no point in explaining the situation.

"Well, it's so crazy to meet you here at a gym. Sometimes I forget how young you both are. Off saving the world the year he comes of age..." the same lady commented, her big eyes shining waiting for Ginny's agreement. Ginny was beginning to feel awkward.

"Yes," Ginny conceded. "He was something very extraordinary." With those words the ache that Ginny did her best to keenly ignore, erupted in her chest. "Well, I actually need to go talk to him," Ginny told the women who were looking at her like she was some tragic heroine.

"Can I hold the baby while you do?" Lucy asked eagerly, and Ginny turned back and smiled.

"Of course," and Ginny handed over James to a smiling Lucy. Ginny had to suppress a grin as she made her way to the side of the pitch. She was sure that Lucy and Grayson would be getting pregnant here soon enough.

As Ginny looked around it was clear that the men playing were in between games. She noticed Grayson flying around the hoops, practicing cutting back and forth, and Carter was there tossing a quaffle with another bloke. As she walked towards the side of the field, she was suddenly stopped.

"Are you looking for someone?" came a masculine voice over her shoulder. Ginny turned back to see a barrel chested man standing on the sidelines, having just dismounted his broom.

Pulling on a polite face, she answered, "How could you tell?"

"Well, I wasn't sure. A pretty lass like you wouldn't waste her time on one of the brute's here," he flirted blatantly. Ginny had to make a point to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

With a forced laugh, she replied, "Well, actually I-"

"What's your name love?" he interrupted moving closer to Ginny, who eyed him with a mixture of amusement and repulsion. Who did this man think he was?

Ginny opened her mouth, to answer when she found she didn't have to. "Ginny Potter," came Harry's deep voice from over her shoulder, and he was standing next to her before she had time to turn toward the sound of her husband's voice.

The man's eyes widened, as he registered this new information. "Well Dougary, it seems you've met my wife," Harry told him archly, placing a protective arm around Ginny's shoulder.

But this Dougary didn't seem phased for too long. His tanned face turned into an amused smirk, "Oi Potter, this is your wife? How did you manage that?" The man asked, with a wink to Ginny. In her annoyance with this new acquaintance she let Harry keep his arm around her, and pull her closer to his side.

Ginny did her best to fight the obnoxious butterflies that seemed to erupt in her stomach at her husband's possessive touch.

"No clue," Harry answered dismissively, before turning her round to face him. Putting her back to Dougary. Taking the hint, Dougary mounted his broom and left the young couple alone.

"You alright?" Harry asked her, obviously bothered by Dougary's forwardness.

Ginny just shook it off. "Yes, Harry. This is not the first time I've been hit on," she reminded her husband.

"Don't I know it," He replied under his breath.

"What was that?" she shot back sharply.

"What are you doing here? Is James alright?" Harry asked disregarding her question, concern filling his words when he asked about their son.

"Yes, he's fine. He's over in the stands with Carter's wife. It's...I need your help with something." Ginny told her husband.

"Anything Gin. What's the problem?" He asked her curiously.

Ginny seemed embarrassed as she explained, "Do you remember that beautiful wardrobe that was left to us by my great aunt Muriel?" Harry nodded in affirmation. "Well there's a boggart in it, and I need you to get rid of it," she told him, and it was as if she was bracing herself for her husband's next question.

"Sure, I can. But you should be able to do it on your own. Remember the spell, Riddikulus. You took one down hard during DA practice back in your 4th year," He explained to her, confused.

"No Harry. That was before...before James..." Ginny had barely been able to get out her son's name without her voice breaking. Images of her baby dead and bleeding on the living room carpet zooming to the forefront of her mind.

"Oh, Gin..." Harry breathed out in sad understanding, pulling his wife into his arms.

"I tried...I couldn't..." Ginny explained as she let her husband comfort her.

Pulling back, Harry looked at her, shame covering his features. "I'll take care of it," he told her tensely. "I'll take care of everything from now on." Ginny felt herself melting against Harry's words.

"Hey! Let's see what Ginny can do on a broom!" Called the voice of Dougary from overhead. Snapping the couple out of the trance that held them. The pitch was booming with cheers and whistles.

"Show those boys!" came Lucy's cry from the stands. Ginny looked around at the crowd of people. Glancing back at Harry, she saw him eyeing her carefully.

Confusion and frustration battered her on. He was saying these things now? What about three months ago when she needed him? She should be furious. She shouldn't be turning to him. She shouldn't want him.

But she did.

"Got a broom I could use?" She asked Dougary, and he quickly dismounted, and offered his.

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Harry watched as his beautiful wife mounted Dougary's broom. The look on her face before she agreed, showed him just how angry with him she was. He looked on as Ginny made to stand on the broom handle, and back flipped off. This earned applause and cheers. Her signature dismount.

Pride and fear swelled within him. As Ginny remounted and kicked off, Harry did too. If Ginny was going to be in the air, then so would he.

She flew magnificently. Like she'd never stopped. She did a few feints, and some quick hand tricks with the quaffle. Harry found it hard not to be distracted by her. He noticed some of the men having a hard time with this too. His wife was a goddess.

After a while in the air, Harry noticed Ginny start to stand on the broom as it soared towards the hoop. He remembered this move. He was beginning to feel nervous. The crowd of onlookers were standing and cheering her on. Sit down Ginny. Sit down! He ordered her in his head. This was too dangerous.

Somehow Ginny seemed to agree, because she began to reach down for the broom when McDavey, a new recruit to the Auror Department lost control of his broom and jutted out in front of her.

And she was falling. His wife was plummeting to the ground. Harry shot off, flying faster than he ever had in his life. He dove towards the fast approaching ground, and Merlin knows how, he caught her. Harry didn't know his heart could beat that fast.

He set them down on the ground, Ginny clinging to his chest. Harry righted her, and took her by the shoulders.

"Ginny, are you okay?" He asked her firmly, looking her over for any injuries. Harry noticed his hands shaking.

Ginny seemed a bit dazed, when she answered, "Yes, I'm fine. So silly really."

"Is she okay Sir?" asked the petrified sound McDavey.

Harry tensed and rounded on the boy, "What were you thinking?" Harry's tone was dangerous.

"I'm so sorry. I lost control of my broom," the terrified young man explained. McDavey's eyes were as big as saucers. Harry took a menacing step forward.

"It's okay!" came Ginny's voice, along with her hand to her husband's arm. "It was an accident. I'm fine," Ginny soothed her husband. Harry glared at McDavey for one second longer and turned back to Ginny. "Thank you for catching me," Ginny told him casually. He could tell she was trying to calm him down. Small chance of that.

"You scared the hell out of me," He told her tensely, taking once more by the shoulder. Wanting to shake some sense into her.

"I know," she agreed. "I scared myself a little too." Harry noticed tears her eyes.

"Ginny?" He asked her etched with concern, but she didn't respond. Her eyes were unfocused and she seemed to be swaying back and forth. "Ginny!"

Her knees gave out, and Harry promptly swept her up into his arms. "Carter, get your wife!" Harry yelled, as he carried an almost passed out Ginny to a nearby bench. It was a flurry of motion, as Carter took off to collect Lucy. All the players came down off the brooms, and the spectators watched eagerly. All Harry could focus on was his wife.

Lucy hurried over, handing a crying James off to his father, before examining Ginny. Harry nearly wore holes in the magicked grass, as he paced back and forth. His green eyes following Ginny intently, while trying to soothe his crying son.

"Alright, Potter men," Lucy beckoned to Harry, who quickly complied. "She's fine," Lucy told him, and Harry felt his shoulders slump in relief. "She probably got lightheaded from some mild dehydration and a little shock. That was quite a fall," she told Ginny sternly, who looked tense, turning to Harry she added, "and that was quite a catch. Ginny told me you had a knack for saving people. Just get some rest Ginny. Drink lots of water." Lucy waved off, but not before whispering something to Ginny that Harry could not hear.

Ginny stood, and Harry moved to take her round the waist. "No, I'm fine. Really," she told him quietly, shrugging off his hand.

"Are you sure?" he asked, readjusting James in his arms. But Ginny would not look at him.

"Would you take James tonight? I need...I just need some time," Ginny asked him looking down at her hands which he saw were shaking. It sounded like she was about to cry.

"Yeah, of course. But I don't like the idea of you being alone tonight," Harry contradicted.

Ginny did meet his eye at this. She looked tired and broken. There were tears in her eyes. When she spoke her voice was shaky and weak, "You should have thought of that months ago."

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"I'm so sorry, Gin," Harry begged, as he thrust himself in out of her. They were sweaty and ragged. Ginny's knickers had been ripped this time and were now at the bottom of Harry's trouser pocket. A few items of shelves and tables in the front hall were now on the floor.

She was crying and whimpering as she clung her husband. "Harry...please..." she begged shaking her head, as she tried to cover his mouth with her hand. To stop the words that were cutting into her. But Harry wouldn't have it. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.

"I love you," he groaned out as she twisted her hips, in hopes of distracting him. "I love you," he whispered again, their eyes locked, as drove into her harder. Ginny whimpered louder as the words that had been too long unsaid, took her over the edge. Harry following, collapsing against his wife, only still standing because of the support of the wall.

Before Harry had time to regain his breath, Ginny was pushing him off of her. Through ragged breathing Harry watched a very angry Ginny, cleaning herself up.

"What's happening here, Ginny?" Harry asked his wife tensely as he stood to tuck his shirt back in. But she didn't answer. He was quickly losing his patience.

"I don't know, Harry," Ginny admitted finally, her hand shakily running through her red hair. The tension that never left them, hanging heavy over the couple.

Harry laughed bitterly, running a hand through his dark locks, "You don't know? I haven't been able to get a hold of you all week. The last time I see you, you passed out. Merlin Ginny, you're driving me mental! You were the one who showed up here this morning. And it wasn't me who said, 'just take me, Harry'."

Ginny, turned on him, her features hard set. She opened her mouth to argue, but seemed to think better of it, and turned back to face the door again. They stood there tensely for a long moment before Ginny let out a long sigh and said, "I'm sorry Harry. It's been a hard few days. I'm trying to figure out how to do this on my own," Ginny finished, her voice thick with emotion. It was as if all her fight left her as she leaned forward and rested her forehead against the cool wood of the front door.

Harry looked at her little frame against the moonlight shining through the front hall window. Ginny looked slight and exhausted, his Ginny. Drawn forward by the force that held them together, he came to stand right behind her. "Well, I'll take care of that from now on," he whispered earnestly.

It was clear to see how his wife stiffened at his words. The pale skin on the back of her neck, raising in goosebumps. "Harry, don't say that," She begged. But Harry couldn't fight the ache that burned through him.

"Why not?" He argued quietly, placing a hand on his wife's waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"Because..." she swallowed thickly as Harry gripped her harder. "Because, you have to mean it," she finally breathed out.

"I do," he told her, and he could feel Ginny relax back into his chest.

"No, you don't," Ginny argued suddenly, turning and pulling herself out of his arms. Harry stood, ready to argue. "You don't mean it. You left Harry," her voice breaking. "You left me and your son," she told him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You kicked me out!" he argued fiercely. He'd had no choice.

Ginny shook her head furiously, "And you listened." Harry felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Because of course he knew, he should have stayed, and fought. He should have never made a step towards the door.

Grasping at straws he argued, "It was what you wanted!" She said she needed space.

Ginny laughed incredulously at her husband, "You think this is what I wanted? I married you. You're my husband. That was supposed to mean forever," she explained through her tears, as she pulled the front door open stormed out.

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"Harry, sir?" came a voice, pulling Harry out of his thoughts. Grabbing the magazine, he chucked it in the bin under his desk.

"Yes?" Harry inquired to Will Pierson, an Auror in charge of training recruits.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we've had a trainee jinx his leg stiff, and we can't figure out the counter jinx. He needs to go to St. Mungo's. Would you be able to take him? I thought you might want to get out of the office," Will suggested kindly. Harry must look really bad if others were taking notice.

With a long exhale Harry agreed. His coffee was cold now anyway.

After Harry had settled in the trainee into the Emergency department, he went to go find some coffee. Sleeping had become near impossible recently.

When he returned with a large cup in hand, he stopped at the reception area to be let in.

"Name sir?" asked the secretary. A different one than the one he'd talked to when he arrived with the trainee.

"Harry Potter," he told her, looking around the large lobby.

She typed a bit on the screen in front of her. "Oh, you're in the wrong department," she told him flatly.

"No, I'm supposed to be in the emergency department," Harry told her. He gave her a look. She did seem a bit batty.

"No, Sir. You're wife's appointment is in the Pediatric Department," she explained perturbed. Harry's mouth dropped open. Harry's mind went into overdrive. James. He didn't remember any checkups being scheduled recently. Panic rose in Harry's throat.

"Which room!" Harry demanded, close to jumping over the desk and looking himself.

"Room 412, fourth floor," she told him, before Harry was sprinting across the hospital. His coffee left behind at the reception area. He tore down the corridors, and slammed his hand on the elevator button. When it didn't open immediately, he took the stairs. Hurtling out of the staircase onto the fourth floor Harry was ragged and sweating. And not just from the exertion of his trip.

He stopped the first Mediwitch he could find, to point him in the direction of room 412. As he approached it he could feel his pulse firing. James was fine. He had to be fine. Ginny would have called him. Harry started running again.

Finding room 412, he burst through the door. A startled Lucy Carter and Ginny gasped and looked at him.

"What's wrong with James?" Harry demanded, searching his wife's face, who was sitting on the examination table. Looking at her only further panicked him, because it was evident that she'd been crying. Harry felt himself swaying.

"Nothing, Harry. James is as healthy as can be. He's not even here," Lucy told him, as she closed the chart in her hands. Harry looked back and forth between his wife and the Healer.

"James is fine. He's with Andromeda," Ginny explained, wiping her eye. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, sharply.

Harry was having a hard time focusing. "I...I brought one of our trainees to the emergency department. Nothing serious, just a tricky counter jinx. A receptionist thought I was here to meet you, and that's how I found out you were in the hospital!" Harry explained, his anger and fear coming out in this last words. Someone needed to explain now.

"What do you want to do Ginny?" Lucy calmly asked the redhead, who was currently covering her mouth with her hand, as her knee bobbed up and down. This was not lost on Harry.

Ginny looked up at Harry, who was growing sick with worry. She bit her lip, a few lone tears escaping down her cheeks. She took a deep breath. "Harry, I'm pregnant."

"Ginny," he breathed out through a haze of tears clouding his visions. The tears were immediate at his wife's words. They looked at each other from across the room.

"She's three weeks along today. As far as tests go, mother and baby are perfectly healthy," Lucy told the room, although neither Harry nor Ginny looked at her. "I understand you both have a lot to discuss. I'll excuse myself." And they were left alone.

"I'm so sorry Harry," Ginny admitted before hiding her face in her hands. In three long strides he was standing in front of her, and pulling her into his arms. She wept into his chest. "I'm so sorry." she whispered over and over.

"It's alright, Gin," he whispered as the news settled in. Ginny was pregnant. They were going to have another baby.

Ginny was frenzied, "No, it's not. I shouldn't have pulled you into that cloak closet. It all happened so fast I didn't think to cast a contraception charm. I just wanted to feel you so badly. How could I be so careless? We're barely managing with one baby, what are we going to do with two?"

"We'll figure it out," Harry reassured her earnestly. "How long have you known?"

"Today it was confirmed. But I was suspicious for a week now," Ginny answered, as Harry wiped her tears away. After a shaky breath, she continued, "Harry, I thought I might be when we we're flying at the gym, last week. I was so stupid! I was so reckless! I could've lost the baby-"

"But you didn't." Harry argued earnestly, shaking her shoulders. Desperate to stop Ginny's horrible thoughts.

"Harry, when I fell...for a moment-for a moment I was relieved. I didn't think you would want another baby. I was scared of doing this alone..." Ginny covered her mouth with her hand, as she sobbed in shame.

But no one felt more shame than Harry, who was crying desperately into his wife's shoulder, clinging to her small form. He was sick with himself. Letting Ginny go through all of this alone.

Collecting his frayed emotions, he cupped her face in his hands, and made her look him in the eyes, "It will be alright."

"How?" She argued, trying in vain to pull herself away from her husband. "You don't want another baby. Harry you could barely handle the first!"

"Ginevra Potter!" He yelled, causing her to still. "I will take care of you and our children." He told her with unwavering conviction.

Ginny seemed frozen at his words. Harry took the opportunity to kiss her hard and deep. They both came up panting and breathless. "Do you want this baby Ginny?" he asked her huskily. Ginny could only nod through raspy breaths. "Good," he told her, placing another kiss on her temple. "Me too."

"What are we going to do?" Ginny asked him, overwhelmed.

Harry backed up, and helped his wife down off the exam table. "I will be making some changes."

...

Ginny had just finished the dishes in the sink, as James sat playing in his highchair. She looked at her reflection in the dark window above the sink. She was exhausted. The news today that she was going to have another baby taking every last ounce of energy out of her. Catching the image of little James playing with his stuffed owl, a smile came to her lips. She rubbed her stomach contentedly.

Walking over to her son, she placed a kiss atop of his head. "Mummy loves you so much."

Ginny was surprised to hear a knock on the door. Leaving James in his chair, she exited the kitchen and charmed the door locked.

Curious at who would be calling, Ginny looked out the peephole, and after a tense minute, she slowly opened the door. Her husband stood on the front step, a full duffle slung over his shoulder.

They stood there, regarding each other for a moment. Harry waiting for her to allow him in, Ginny waiting for the shock of seeing Harry to settle so she could speak coherently.

"Sorry I'm late," he told her apologetically, stepping up to the entryway with her. Ginny, found that her tears were not done for the day, as a few started trailing down her cheeks.

"Don't let it happen again," She replied primly, chewing on her thumb in nervousness.

"Never again," Harry agreed firmly, his voice tense and thick with emotion. He pulled Ginny under his arm, and they walked into the house together. "Now, where's this bloody boggart?"

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Author's Note: So...leave some nice long meaty reviews. Tell me your favorite part. Your least favorite part. Did you understand Ginny's distress? I can't decide if this is the last chapter. I have one more idea rolling around in my head. Would bring a bit more sympathy Harry's way.