"So here we are again," sighed Ginny, looking out the frost tinged window to the yard where Albus and James were having a snowball fight.

"Yes," Harry said, placing a hand on Ginny's expanding belly, "Here we are indeed."

With a sarcastic look, Ginny asked, "So am I, the one who goes through the actual pain and morning sickness and--"

"I get it."

"And the extra weight and the ketchup and banana cravings, not to mention the irritibility--GET YOUR DAMN HAND OFF OF ME!" screamed Ginny. Harry was unphased. The first two pregnancies had come with their fasir share of odd cravings and mood swings, but this time around, Ginny had become a total physcho. It was on the dawn of the third trimester at this point, so Harry had already built some what of a resilience to her.

Leaningback, Harry said, "Let's go half and half. I pick one name, you pick the other."

"Well all their names migh as well be screwed up. Go ahead, do as you wish," complained Ginny, rising from her seat and grumbling about her head or her bladder or whatever.

Harry, tuning her out, answered, "I think Lily is pr--"

Spinning around, her fiery head of hair appearing like flaming whips, Ginny shouted, "EW! Not a bloody chance I'm having children named after a married couple!" Harry sighed and shrugged.

Ginny suggested, "What about someone I actually knew, like, say, LUNA!" Ginny's mood swings were getting wild.

"Luna's lovely," Harry agreed, "It goes so well with Lil--"

Looking rather deranged, Ginny shouted, "YOU ARE SO STUBBORN!" Harry nodded to himself proudly. Being stoubborn was worth winning the name battle. And the fight to name his second son had been quite the smackdown.

"Giving up?" taunted Harry, pushing up his glasses in a rather pompous matter that would've made Percy Weasley proud.

High pitched and shrill, Ginny retorted, "NEVER! LUNA--LUNA HERMIONE! Yeah, that's what we'll call her!" Harry shook his head. Luna Hermione had no ring to it, unlike Lily Luna.

"Not gonna happen!" Harry shouted back, when he was struck with an idea.

Cracking open the window, Harry yelled, "Al! Jamie! Get in here!" Sopping wet, the boys entered, rosey cheeked and angry that playtime as being interrupted.

Muffled by his snowsuit, James asked, "Yeah Dad?" Ginny shuffled into the room then, supporting her back and wincing in completly dramtized pain.

"What name do you prefer boys? Lily Luna or Luna Hermione?"

In his adorable three year old voice, Albus suggested, "Yes!" Harry sarcastically thought, Gee kid, you sure are ahndy. You'll make a great husband someday.

On the other hand, James seemed positive of his answer. "Lily Luna is cute!" Harry was temtped to throw his son a dog treat, pat him on the head and say God bless your evil little soul but he decided against it.

Instead, he turned to his wife, who sighed, then bitched, "Whatever her name is, I can't wait to have more estrogen in this house!" harry grinned and high fived the boys, wishing the little bundle of estrogen would pop out ASAP to shut the big bundle of estrogen up. But he kept that to himself.