Harry laughed.
"Harry. The Healer need us to give them a name."
Ever since the Healer had placed the small bundle of blue into Ginny's arms, Harry had been unable to look anywhere else. There had been nine long months leading up to this moment, but Harry still couldn't believe he had another child. Another perfect son, ten fingers and ten toes, bursting with life from the minute he was born.
"They need the name, Harry."
The past few weeks had been chock full of endless arguments about this very topic. Lots of hormonal tears (Ginny) and incredulous shouting (Harry) as name after name was shot down.
Finally, they had reached a compromise. Ginny would pick the first name and Harry would pick the middle name, as long as they steered clear of the 163 names already discussed.
Xenophilius (Ginny), Dobby (Harry) and Chudley (Uncle Ron) were all not options.
"Harry?"
She finally caught his attention. He met her smile, and moved closer to the bed.
"I suppose we should get that settled."
A small pause, and then...
"Albus."
"Severus."
A grin spread across Ginny's face. "Better than Xenophilius?"
Harry laughed.
His sons sure were going to have a lot to live up too.