"Da."
Seamus had been sitting in Susan's rocker next to the window, watching the snow fall over the Loch. His long hair was tied back in a simple leather thong and he heard Thomas' voice, but didn't respond to his son right away. He knew that Thomas would wait the moment. He turned slightly still looking out over the snow covered fields, but he could also see Thomas from the corner of his eye.
"It's over, Da."
The sound of his son's voice made him smile. It was a lovely cross between the proper English of his mother and the Irish brogue with just a smattering of Scots. "No, lad. It's just beginning," Seamus laughed quietly. "What'd ye have then?"
"A boy. Rosie let me name this one."
"Ah, and which Quidditch player did ye name 'im for?"
Now, it was Thomas' turn to laugh. "Actually, I've been told that he was a decent player in his day. Captain of the team and all."
Seamus looked at his son. When had he gotten so tall? Still dark, so like his mother that Seamus had to bite his lip. "And who's that then, lad?"
"Ernest. Ernest Duncan Finnigan."
Seamus let a small smile cross his lips as he twisted his wedding ring around his finger. "Your Mum'd be pleased. I'm sure Cecily'll be pleased. Have you told your sister?"
Thomas shook his head. "Wanted you to be the first to know." He paused looking around his father's dim room. "Will ya come meet him Da?"
"A course, Tommy. As soon as Rose is up to a visit, I'll be by."
"She said ta bring ya back now."
Seamus smiled. His daughter-in-law was truly a Hufflepuff. She was the perfect match for his Tommy and the perfect mother for his grandbabies. "Not today, but soon."
"You can't shut yourself away, Da. Cecily says you're holed up here all the time. She worries for you."
Seamus met his son's eyes. "I'm not shut away."
"Cecily –"
"I'll talk ta your sister later. And I'll be over to meet my newest grandchild later in the week. Does he look like Rose?"
"No. Like Mum." Thomas stood by the chest of drawers and fingered the lace cloth that covered the top of it. It usually wasn't this messy, but Seamus had all of his things strewn across it – loose change, a couple of keys, his wand. "I miss her."
"I do too," Seamus said in a whisper.
"We could tell her together."
"You go on."
Thomas moved closer to the rocker and bent down, kissing the top of his father's head. He tugged on his ponytail and slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly. Seamus turned back to the snowy window, listening for the crack of his son's Apparation when he got to the bottom of the stairs. Seamus closed his eyes.
A/N: span style="color: #ffffff" Tommy is married to Rose Peaks and Ernest is their third child. Susan died within the last three or four months./span