Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and I'm not getting rich off of this.

"I think we should go with dragons," Harry mused out loud to no one in particular, staring at the small room. It was three in the morning, and he was clearly deep in thought as if his inner debate's outcome could change the world as everyone knew it.

As Ginny watched the now adult wizard from the hallway, she couldn't help but laugh as she watched him. If only Albus could see him now…

"I don't know, Harry," she said smiling as he jumped. "I was thinking we could go with the Hippogriffs to match that tattoo of yours." She laughed harder as her husband turned slightly red and pouted. "Wow. Who would have thought the great auror, Harry James Potter pouting. Moony would have hexed you right now."

Harry smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Most likely," he admitted softly.

"In any event, Love, what are you doing up this late? You do have to work tomorrow," Ginny chided lightly.

"I know, Gin, it's just so much is going to change, I just don't know how to deal with all of it," Harry said becoming exasperated. "It's just too much sometimes."

"Harry," Ginny started.

"I mean, there are days I think facing down dementors would be easier!"

"Harry, for God's sake-"

"There is so much we have to do, Ginny! So much we haven't discussed! How can I possibly sleep? I don't even know how you can sleep!" Harry was slowly becoming frantic.

Ginny merely rolled her eyes and kissed her husband gently. "Harry," she said softly. "This baby isn't coming for another seven months. I think we can manage what kind of crib to but before then."

Harry relaxed slightly and sighed. "I just want to make sure that our kid has it better than I did," he muttered.

Ginny's face softened and she wrapped Harry in a warm embrace." And it will," she whispered in his ear. "You're going to be there after all." She strengthened the hug as she felt a tear on her shoulder. "Besides," she added teasingly. "After the Dark Lord, this should be a piece of cake."

"Yeah," Harry said, wiping his eyes. "How hard could it be?"

"Come to bed, love. We can deal with this later. And remember, we're having dinner with Ron and Hermione tomorrow night."

"Yes, dear." This earned him a swat on the arm.



"And, Harry?"

"Yeah, Gin?"

"You're right. Let's get dragons for the nursery."

A/N: The end, at least for now. Reviews are most welcome.