Blue morning light fell through the window and onto the bed, where it collapsed in the young woman's eyes.

Ginny moaned as she opened her eyes. I'm sick. She thought. I've never been so sick in my life.

She scrambled out of bed, knocking her poor, sleeping husband on the way ("Ouch" he mumbled), and bolted to the bathroom, where she threw up in the toilet. Eww.

Ginny sighed contentedly. Now that she had emptied the contents of her stomach, she felt all right again. She walked to her bedroom and grabbed her wand so she could clear up the smelly mess (without clogging the toilet).

When the task was complete, she went to the bed to wake up Harry.

"Morning, sleepy head!" she sang brightly.

"Mm hmm." Harry sighed.

"Wake up, it's seven thirty, and if you don't get up soon, we'll be late for Mum." Ginny's Mother was holding an all-day, family get together, which started at "nine o'clock sharp".

Harry sighed again and rolled over so he was facing her. He still had his eyes closed.

He is so adorable, so cute when he's asleep! I wonder if our kids…Kids… KIDS!!

I'm Pregnant

That's why one particular monthly thing hadn't happened yet! That's why she got so sick that morning! That's why she had a strange desire for pickles! Her imagination was doing a celebratory dance.

I'm going to be a mum! Harry's going to be a dad! I'm going to be a mummy! She thought over and over again.

She smiled hugely and said, "Wake u-up!" to Harry again.

"Okay, okay! I'm awake!" he laugh/croaked and rolled out of bed.

They went down to the kitchen and made breakfast together.

I need to tell him… before anyone else finds out. She knew her mother would pick up on anything different with a blink of an eye.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I discovered something this morning." She said cautiously.

"I don't snore, do I?"

She chuckled, "Yes honey, you actually do. But that's not the point. The point is… well," she looked down and put on a fake sorry face.

"What is it Ginny?" His eyes were worried.

"Someone's coming to live with us." She sighed.

"Someone's coming... to live… what?"

"Someone is coming to live with us and I haven't told you yet."

"Who… when?"

"I don't know exactly who this person is, but I guarantee he won't take up a lot of space. He or she'll arrive in about… eight months." She smiled at him.

Harry just blinked, his mouth hanging wide open.

"Harry, we're having a baby." Ginny whispered.

Harry smiled with shocked delight.

"A baby?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe a thing like that could be true.

"Yes. I don't like to think we're having an... elephant, say, that would be rather uncomfortable, don't you think?"

A grin lit up Harry's face. He walked around the table and took Ginny into his arms.

"I love you, Ginny." He whispered.