Harry awoke to the sound of his wife throwing up in the bathroom. He immediately jumped out of bed and ran to her side. Rubbing her back, he pulled her hair away from her neck and out of her face. She was sweating as she continued to heave. When she had finished, she slumped against him.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly. She nodded. "Are you sure you aren't getting sick, love? This is the third time this week."

"I don't know," was her reply as she got up to brush her teeth vigorously, trying to rid the taste of vomit from her mouth.

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Please take it easy today. You're sick, even if you won't admit it."

With that, he started to get ready for the day. When he left, he made sure that she would rest instead of going to work. She reluctantly. agreed which made him feel better.

"Ginny?" Harry called out as he appeared in his living room. "Are you home?"

"I'm in here!" she called from the kitchen.

Harry found Ginny at the kitchen table with a pile of papers. Beside her were a few crumbled pieces. She furiously wrote on the parchment and then crossed out what she had just written.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he kissed her head and went to make them both a cup of tea.

She didn't answer and he assumed she hadn't heard him. When he look at her again, he found her tapping the quill to her head as she studied the parchment in her hands.

"Ginny," he tried again.

"Hmm?" she finally replied, looking up at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I feel perfectly fine," she replied, scribbling something down.

"What are you doing, Ginny?"

"I was thinking James Sirius," was her confusing reply. She didn't look up at him.

"What?"

"Or Lily Luna," she finally looked up at him as she added, "If it's a girl."

He stared at her with his mouth open, causing her to laugh as she stood up. "Are you...you're...I'm going to be a father?"

"And I'm going to be a mother!"

Then it seemed that whatever spell he was being held under vanished because he was swinging her up into his arms and twirling her around, laughing. She couldn't help but join him. When he placed her back on her feet, he pulled her close.

"I love you, Ginevra Potter."

"And I love you, Harry Potter."