A/N: Just a little idea I got one night. Please leave a review! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Harry loved his job. He really, truly, honestly did. He enjoyed being an auror, being able to protect the general public from those who had proven themselves to be dangerous. It meant that his wife and his son could live in peace. It ensured the idea that his nieces and nephews wouldn't have to live through what he did. It allowed the Wizarding World to carry on and continue to survive.

But for all that it ensured, he didn't always enjoy what it meant. The odd hours that arose, pulling him from his family at a moment's notice, meant that he sometimes missed rather important parts of his life.

Like telling the Weasley family that the Potter family was expecting their first child. They had just been leaving to Floo over for Sunday Brunch, eager to announce their news, when Harry had gotten an alert, forcing him to leave for work, leaving Ginny to share the news by herself (Molly Weasley had given birth to seven children, she knew the signs and was waiting for the news, she would've put two and two together when Ginny went running to the loo after catching a whiff of the breakfast).

But, the reason that really got to him, was when he came home late.

When they were first married, Ginny would stay up waiting for him, wanting to make sure he got home all right.

But after the birth of their son, James, three months ago, Ginny had been too exhausted to stay up that late. If James was asleep, Ginny was sleeping as well. And Harry eagerly supported this plan. Cranky Ginny was a very scary person to live with.

Harry unlocked his front door, exhausted, and let himself into his dark home. He careful made his way through the house, shrugging his cloak off and kicking his shoes off. Keeping his wand out in front of him, the bright light of lumos guided him up the stairs and to his bedroom.

Harry groaned quietly to himself as he extinguished the light from his wand upon opening the door to his bedroom. Ginny, when sleeping in a bed alone, had a tendency to spread out, taking up the entire bed. The comforter and sheets were wrapped around her torso, exposing her long skinny legs to the cooler air. Harry shook his head with a small smile, his wife slept in the weirdest positions.

Harry quietly stripped himself down to his boxers, not wanting to wake Ginny. He kept his uniform in a pile on the floor, planning to pick them up tomorrow morning. He took a step forward, shivering slightly in the cold air, when a cry suddenly broke through the quiet.

James.

Harry ducked down on the side of the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep after his long day. He knew his son was hungry, and the only one who could appease that would be Ginny. However, if Ginny knew he was home, she would force him to suffer with her. Normally he didn't mind (okay, he actually did mind, a lot, but normally he didn't care to say no), but tonight, tonight he just wanted to sleep.

So as his wife groaned and dragged herself from sleep's warm embrace, pulling her robe around her body, he hid in the shadows, hoping her groggy brain wouldn't register his presence. She shuffled across the floor, yawning, following the cries that were growing louder and louder by the minute.

As the door shut behind, Harry released a sigh of relief. He clambered into their bed, straightening out the sheets, and settled down into the warmth left by his wife. Harry wasn't sure how long he had been lying there, his mind slowly falling asleep, but he was vaguely aware of Ginny returning and snuggling up against him.

"Next time you're getting up with me," she muttered. Harry muttered his consent, to tired to care and realize that he hadn't fooled his wife for a second. All that mattered to him at the moment was getting some shuteye before his work pulled him away again.

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